While Minerva handed out the graded

While Minerva handed out the graded essays, she thought about Ms. Granger's essay and she couldn't quite understand what happened. Had this been 1976 and had Hermione Granger been Severus Snape, then she would have thought this to be a prank, however it was common knowledge that Hermione was friends with Harry Potter, who was the legacy of the infamous Marauders, and thus it was hardly Harry's idea. None the less she was unable to reverse the spell on parchment, if there even was a spell involved, and so was forced to give her best student since Lily Evans a 'T'.

Accepting his own essay with an 'O' written on it, Harry thanked the professor and looked around the classroom for Granger. He noticed the girl on the Gryffindor side, sitting between Ronald and Parvati Patil. Her hands were trembling as she stared at the scroll of parchment in her hands. Harry elbowed both Neville and Pansy, who were sitting beside him and nodded in Granger's direction:

"Looks like the know-it-all doesn't actually know everything…" – he muttered under his breath just loud enough for his new friends to hear. Both Harry and Neville made sure that their satisfaction was not visible, while Draco and Pansy were free to enjoy themselves.

"Harry, will you help with a little something I planned for Ronald?" – whispered Neville just above his breath.

The Potter heir smiled in understanding:

"He'll deserve just about anything you give him for what he did. Did you tell Pomphrey he was the one to do it?"

Longbottom gave him a satisfied smile:

"Oh absolutely. Told her Ron got jealous that you liked me better. He has a detention with Filch on Saturday and one with Pomphrey on Sunday… But I feel that he deserves something a bit more personal."

"You're right, my dear friend." – nodded Harry, as the two boys still observed Hermione's descent into hysterics – "Is there something particular on your mind?"

"Not yet," – shrugged Neville – "But I'll come up with something. And if not, I'm pretty sure Pansy or Malfoy won't be against lending us their brains."

"There is that…" – replied Harry absently, as he jotted down their next assignment.


That evening Harry and Neville returned to the common room rather late, for they spent the day in the library doing homework with Pansy and Draco. While there the boys finally talked out their differences and all four of them agreed to do a secrecy spell, one that was described in the letter from Neville's Gran. It was much easier than the ritual they had in mind, now they only needed to carefully think out the conditions so as not to leave any loopholes.

Thankfully both boys made it the Gryffindor Tower barely before curfew and promptly heard voices coming from Ron's room. Harry wasn't sure if he was okay with Neville learning about these things, but then again he already knew the big secret about the Weasleys, so he figured some more small things wouldn't matter in the long run. They opened their room and quietly crept to Ron's door.

"Hermione, calm down," – came Ron's whiny voice – "I'm sure it was just some Slytherin's prank."

"Easy for you to say!" – Shrieked the enraged girl – "Your school work level is so abysmal that it wouldn't matter if you didn't hand in the assignments at all!"

"Yes, well, if only you helped me a bit…" – the ginger grumbled.

"Shut up the both of you!" – came a third voice. Harry glanced at Neville in confusion. The other boy shrugged, not recognizing the speaker – "None of this is relevant to the real issue! We were told to get back in Potter's good graces, well you were, since I have you to actually meet him."

"Ginny, be quiet!" – snapped Hermione, clearly irritated – "My marks are very important to me as you well know. Potter is not going anywhere. And with Ron punching Longbottom I'm pretty sure the boy won't be open to anything the two of us have to say. We have to wait for a more opportune time… or better yet, Ron has to apologize!"

"I'm not apologizing to that pansy!"

"No one said anything about Parkinson." – snickered Ginevra Weasley.

"Ginny, honesty, shut up! I don't even know why you came here in the first plan, your part in the plan some years away."

"I know that. But I want to be friends with Potter. That way people won't be overly surprised when we begin dating. After all a love potion on its' own is not really that clever an idea."

"True enough, I suppose…" – sighed Hermione – "And Headmaster Dumbledore says it's imperative that he become your boyfriend before his 15th birthday, though I don't really understand that. Why 15 and not 14 or say 16? Oh well, not like it matters…"

Outside the door Harry and Neville frowned at each other. This conversation was longer than the other snippets they've managed to overhear before, but it was even weirder and harder to figure out. Harry turned his attention back to the headmaster's spies.

"I don't care. He will be my husband one way or another, the headmaster promised I could keep him if I could control him." – said Ginevra and Hermione snorted.

"Good like with that. He doesn't much like to be controlled I think… and what will you do should he not like girls at all?" – that was added to tease the ginger girl, but Ginny really didn't take that well.

"That's will not happen! He's the Boy-Who-Lived! He won't become some sort of… of…"

"Fag?" – supplied Ron nastily.

"Yeah, that! There is just no way! Headmaster won't let him!" – hissed the obviously furious girl – "Anyway, I'm going to bed!"

Harry and Neville made a quiet and hasty retreat to their own room and dropped down onto their beds.

"Well… that was interesting…" – said Neville quietly.

"Yeah, you could say that again… It's like they think I'm their property! Who do they think they are? What right do they have to butt into my life like that? We really need to teach them a lesson."

"Yes, and with how Ronald hates Slytherins, how about we turn him into one?"

"You mean like charm his robes?"

"No, you dolt," – snorted Neville affectionately – "Let's charm Ron himself."

"Oh…" – muttered Harry and then cackled madly at the priceless mental picture – "Then let's some from each house and charm them too, so they don't think we're singling out Ronald… and do we actually know a charm for that?"

Neville blushed lightly:

"Well, no… but I figure we could ask Fred and George…"

"But they're Weasleys…" – said Harry doubtfully – "I don't think they'll teach us if they know we want to curse their brother…"

"Oh, I don't know… there's this girl in Ravenclaw, her name is Luna Lovegood, she lives near the Weasleys and she said the twins constantly prank their siblings."

"Okay then, let's try… if not, then I'm sure Pansy and Draco will be able to find out the charm…" – agreed Harry.


Fred and George Weasley, contrary to what people, even some members of their own family, thought, were not idiots. Sure, they like pranks. Scratch that, they liked pranks a lot, but that didn't mean that they were oblivious to the life around them. They were aware that their mother was up to no good and it was not the way they were used to. They saw once how Professor Dumbledore gave their mother money and heard him saying that 'the Potter brat' needed to be kept under control. They of course didn't quite understand what the old man meant, but the secret meeting their mother held with their younger brother and sister was a rather big give away. Thus the twins' sense of justice was rankled. They didn't like others messing with the people they liked and they did like Harry Potter quite a lot. The boy was rather sweet and very funny after all and not at all arrogant and self-important like one would expect a child hero to be. They were busy thinking how they could let Harry know what they knew, when they were approached by the boy himself and Neville Longbottom, who apparently replaced their younger brother as Harry's best friend. Which, all things considered, was a good thing.

"Hi Fred, hi George." – said the two boys together.

"Well, would you look at that…" – said one twin.

"…young Potter and Longbottom…" – continued the other.

"A real honour to meet you,"

"Our hero."

"What can we do for you this fine evening?" – they finished together. Through the time they were speaking, the two boys were looking from one twin to another and so now they both felt a bit dizzy.

Harry shook his head slightly and blinked a few times:

"Do you guys really have to talk like that all the time? It's giving me a headache."

Neville snorted at the slight pout on Harry's face:

"Anyway, we want to prank a certain someone and since we're only second years, we were sure that the infamous Weasley twins would be right people to talk to." – he said with a huge smile on his slightly chubby face.

"Oh-ho! A prank, he says, well of course we'll help." – exclaimed George, or at least the boys thought he was George.

"Pranks are our specialty after all." – smirked Fred.

"Doesn't matter who you're going to prank, even if it's us…"

"As long as it's not Snape…"

"Oh, yes, his detentions after someone pranks him are absolutely hideous." – here both twins shuddered and both of the younger boys couldn't help but shiver a bit.

"Don't worry it's not a professor." – assured them Harry.

"Then we'll do it. What sort of help are you after, youngsters?"

"Hey!" – Neville called out indignantly – "You two are not that much older!"

Harry snickered:

"No need to be so touchy, Nev." – he turned his attention to the two gingers – "We want you to teach us how to change someone's skin and hair color."

Fred and George gave the two boys identical practically maniacal grins:

"Oh, the classics! There are two ways to do that." – said one twin.

"You either use the 'Coloris Converto'[1] spell, or there is a potion that you can ask a house elf to administer."

Neville nodded enthusiastically:

"Yeah, that is rather easy…"

"I'd personally prefer the spell…" – sa

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Trong khi Minerva trao các bài tiểu luận phân loại, cô nghĩ về bà Granger bài luận và cô không khá hiểu những gì đã xảy ra. Có điều này là 1976 và có Hermione Granger là Severus Snape, sau đó cô có thể nghĩ rằng điều này là một prank, Tuy nhiên nó đã là phổ biến kiến thức rằng Hermione là bạn với Harry Potter, những người đã là những di sản của Marauder khét tiếng, và do đó nó là hầu như không có ý tưởng của Harry. Không ít hơn nó là không thể đảo ngược chính tả trên giấy, nếu có thậm chí là một chính tả tham gia, và vì vậy đã buộc phải cung cấp cho sinh viên tốt nhất của mình kể từ Lily Evans một 'T'.Chấp nhận bài luận riêng của mình với một ' o ' viết trên đó, Harry cảm ơn các giáo sư và nhìn xung quanh lớp học cho Granger. Ông nhận thấy các cô gái bên Gryffindor, ngồi giữa Ronald và Parvati Patil. Bàn tay của cô đã rung như cô stared lúc cuộn giấy da trong bàn tay của cô. Harry gạt Neville lẫn Pansy, những người đã ngồi bên cạnh anh ta và gật đầu của Granger hướng:"Hình như know-it-all không thực sự biết tất cả mọi thứ..."-ông muttered theo hơi thở của mình chỉ đủ lớn cho bạn bè mới của mình để nghe. Harry và Neville đã chắc chắn rằng sự hài lòng của họ đã không nhìn thấy được, trong khi Draco và Pansy đã được tự do để tận hưởng chính mình."Harry, bạn sẽ giúp với một chút gì đó tôi lên kế hoạch cho Ronald?"-thì thầm Neville ngay trên hơi thở của mình.Người thừa kế Potter cười trong sự hiểu biết:"Ông sẽ xứng đáng chỉ là về bất cứ điều gì bạn cho anh ta cho những gì ông đã làm. Đã làm bạn nói với Pomphrey ông là một trong để làm điều đó?"Longbottom cho anh ta một nụ cười hài lòng:"Oh hoàn toàn. Nói với cô ấy Ron có ghen tị rằng bạn thích tôi tốt hơn. Ông có một trại giam với Filch ngày thứ bảy và một với Pomphrey vào ngày chủ nhật... "Nhưng tôi cảm thấy rằng ông xứng đáng một cái gì đó hơn một chút cá nhân.""Bạn nói đúng, người bạn thân yêu của tôi."-gật đầu Harry, như hai chàng trai vẫn còn quan sát của Hermione gốc vào hysterics-"là có một cái gì đó cụ thể vào tâm trí của bạn?""Không được nêu ra,"-shrugged Neville-"nhưng tôi sẽ đến với một cái gì đó. Và nếu không, tôi là đẹp, chắc chắn Pansy hoặc Malfoy sẽ không chống lại cho vay chúng tôi bộ não của họ.""Không có mà..."-trả lời Harry absently, như ông jotted xuống của nhiệm vụ tiếp theo.Rằng buổi tối Harry và Neville quay trở về phòng sinh hoạt chung khá muộn, để họ đã dành ngày trong thư viện làm bài tập ở nhà với Pansy và Draco. Trong khi có các cậu bé cuối cùng đã nói ra sự khác biệt của họ và tất cả bốn người trong số họ đã đồng ý để làm một chính tả bí mật, một trong đó là được mô tả trong thư từ của Neville Gran. Nó dễ dàng hơn nhiều so với các nghi lễ, họ đã có trong tâm trí, bây giờ họ chỉ cần cẩn thận suy nghĩ trong các điều kiện như vậy là không để lại bất kỳ lỗ hổng.Rất may, cả hai con trai đã làm cho nó Gryffindor Tower hiếm khi trước khi lệnh giới nghiêm và nhanh chóng nghe tiếng nói đến từ Ron của phòng. Harry đã không chắc chắn nếu ông là okay với Neville học tập về những việc này, nhưng sau đó một lần nữa ông đã biết bí mật lớn về Weasleys, do đó, ông đã tìm một số chi tiết những điều nhỏ sẽ không quan trọng trong thời gian dài. Họ đã mở phòng mình và lặng lẽ bậc cửa của Ron."Hermione, calm down," – came Ron's whiny voice – "I'm sure it was just some Slytherin's prank.""Easy for you to say!" – Shrieked the enraged girl – "Your school work level is so abysmal that it wouldn't matter if you didn't hand in the assignments at all!""Yes, well, if only you helped me a bit…" – the ginger grumbled."Shut up the both of you!" – came a third voice. Harry glanced at Neville in confusion. The other boy shrugged, not recognizing the speaker – "None of this is relevant to the real issue! We were told to get back in Potter's good graces, well you were, since I have you to actually meet him.""Ginny, be quiet!" – snapped Hermione, clearly irritated – "My marks are very important to me as you well know. Potter is not going anywhere. And with Ron punching Longbottom I'm pretty sure the boy won't be open to anything the two of us have to say. We have to wait for a more opportune time… or better yet, Ron has to apologize!""I'm not apologizing to that pansy!""No one said anything about Parkinson." – snickered Ginevra Weasley."Ginny, honesty, shut up! I don't even know why you came here in the first plan, your part in the plan some years away.""I know that. But I want to be friends with Potter. That way people won't be overly surprised when we begin dating. After all a love potion on its' own is not really that clever an idea.""True enough, I suppose…" – sighed Hermione – "And Headmaster Dumbledore says it's imperative that he become your boyfriend before his 15th birthday, though I don't really understand that. Why 15 and not 14 or say 16? Oh well, not like it matters…"Outside the door Harry and Neville frowned at each other. This conversation was longer than the other snippets they've managed to overhear before, but it was even weirder and harder to figure out. Harry turned his attention back to the headmaster's spies."I don't care. He will be my husband one way or another, the headmaster promised I could keep him if I could control him." – said Ginevra and Hermione snorted."Good like with that. He doesn't much like to be controlled I think… and what will you do should he not like girls at all?" – that was added to tease the ginger girl, but Ginny really didn't take that well."That's will not happen! He's the Boy-Who-Lived! He won't become some sort of… of…""Fag?" – supplied Ron nastily."Yeah, that! There is just no way! Headmaster won't let him!" – hissed the obviously furious girl – "Anyway, I'm going to bed!"Harry and Neville made a quiet and hasty retreat to their own room and dropped down onto their beds."Well… that was interesting…" – said Neville quietly."Yeah, you could say that again… It's like they think I'm their property! Who do they think they are? What right do they have to butt into my life like that? We really need to teach them a lesson.""Yes, and with how Ronald hates Slytherins, how about we turn him into one?""You mean like charm his robes?""No, you dolt," – snorted Neville affectionately – "Let's charm Ron himself.""Oh…" – muttered Harry and then cackled madly at the priceless mental picture – "Then let's some from each house and charm them too, so they don't think we're singling out Ronald… and do we actually know a charm for that?"Neville blushed lightly:"Well, no… but I figure we could ask Fred and George…""But they're Weasleys…" – said Harry doubtfully – "I don't think they'll teach us if they know we want to curse their brother…""Oh, I don't know… there's this girl in Ravenclaw, her name is Luna Lovegood, she lives near the Weasleys and she said the twins constantly prank their siblings.""Okay then, let's try… if not, then I'm sure Pansy and Draco will be able to find out the charm…" – agreed Harry.Fred and George Weasley, contrary to what people, even some members of their own family, thought, were not idiots. Sure, they like pranks. Scratch that, they liked pranks a lot, but that didn't mean that they were oblivious to the life around them. They were aware that their mother was up to no good and it was not the way they were used to. They saw once how Professor Dumbledore gave their mother money and heard him saying that 'the Potter brat' needed to be kept under control. They of course didn't quite understand what the old man meant, but the secret meeting their mother held with their younger brother and sister was a rather big give away. Thus the twins' sense of justice was rankled. They didn't like others messing with the people they liked and they did like Harry Potter quite a lot. The boy was rather sweet and very funny after all and not at all arrogant and self-important like one would expect a child hero to be. They were busy thinking how they could let Harry know what they knew, when they were approached by the boy himself and Neville Longbottom, who apparently replaced their younger brother as Harry's best friend. Which, all things considered, was a good thing."Hi Fred, hi George." – said the two boys together."Well, would you look at that…" – said one twin."…young Potter and Longbottom…" – continued the other."A real honour to meet you,""Our hero.""What can we do for you this fine evening?" – they finished together. Through the time they were speaking, the two boys were looking from one twin to another and so now they both felt a bit dizzy.
Harry shook his head slightly and blinked a few times:

"Do you guys really have to talk like that all the time? It's giving me a headache."

Neville snorted at the slight pout on Harry's face:

"Anyway, we want to prank a certain someone and since we're only second years, we were sure that the infamous Weasley twins would be right people to talk to." – he said with a huge smile on his slightly chubby face.

"Oh-ho! A prank, he says, well of course we'll help." – exclaimed George, or at least the boys thought he was George.

"Pranks are our specialty after all." – smirked Fred.

"Doesn't matter who you're going to prank, even if it's us…"

"As long as it's not Snape…"

"Oh, yes, his detentions after someone pranks him are absolutely hideous." – here both twins shuddered and both of the younger boys couldn't help but shiver a bit.

"Don't worry it's not a professor." – assured them Harry.

"Then we'll do it. What sort of help are you after, youngsters?"

"Hey!" – Neville called out indignantly – "You two are not that much older!"

Harry snickered:

"No need to be so touchy, Nev." – he turned his attention to the two gingers – "We want you to teach us how to change someone's skin and hair color."

Fred and George gave the two boys identical practically maniacal grins:

"Oh, the classics! There are two ways to do that." – said one twin.

"You either use the 'Coloris Converto'[1] spell, or there is a potion that you can ask a house elf to administer."

Neville nodded enthusiastically:

"Yeah, that is rather easy…"

"I'd personally prefer the spell…" – sa