Harry Potter in Changed Prophecy and the Philosopher's Stone -Book 01-

Continuation of the previous chapter due to the word limit in the post.

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After an afternoon of basic consultations, and several potions with horrible tastes that Pomfrey told him were to finally finish his first term in the hospital wing in a slow and complicated process that they had throughout the school year, Harry was finally ready to face the world, unlike the incompetent No-mag he lived with, Madam Pomfrey had taken him under her wing all year and aimed to vaccinate him in all preventions of diseases and magical viruses, along with, of course, his diet, which started out restricted due to his atrophied metabolism underneath his magical appearance, but which was now as developed and prepared as one of those No-mag bodybuilders, who ate a lot to grow their muscles, and seeing how Harry understood the subject, he sweated a little when he saw that she had an evil look on her face and put that into his training routine as well, starting next month with a base of training in muscular hypertrophy.

- I want to go to the party. - He said to Madame Pomfrey, as she was packing up her many boxes of sweets. - Come with me, darling... we'll have dinner together.

- A meeting like you had with Irma Pince? - Madam Pomfrey said with a slight beak and a wave of her wand that automatically began to organize the entire medical wing.

- Man, she's all magic. - The voice in his head said, as Harry saw the woman blush. - Imagine her... the cue. - The voice was cut off when Harry canceled his internal attention with the magical photographic memory that was more like a crazy schizophrenia.

- With you locking me up all year to look after me... it makes me want to go back a few days and beat up that Dark Lord again, just so nothing bad happens to you. - Harry said, approaching the blonde, hugging her from behind and kissing her cheek.

- Iiiih, I'm not crazy! - The voice in his head disturbed Harry again. - Is it really going to happen?

- Nobody tied you up here, you know. - She said, feeling a tremor from the caresses and kisses he had been giving her on the neck and nape of her neck.

- But you can tie it, my love! - The voice in his head said, sitting up and watching the scene. - Anything you want, just ask nicely.

Seeing Potter grab her chin and slowly turn her against him, she didn't flinch as the two of them moved closer and closer, the tension in the room only increasing.

- Ih! It's going to happen. - The voice in his head said euphorically. - Holy shit, my hero.

Taking the final step that had been working on her little by little since the beginning of the school year, starting with casual flirting, then jokes and teasing that softened the woman, until the moment she herself stopped using her aged Alter Ego around him, always presenting herself as the youthful and sensual figure she really was, Harry finally didn't hold back as he began to kiss her.

- Iiiihhh, that's it... win her over. - Said the voice, watching as Harry didn't just kiss her, but went deeper with her. - That's it, it's really going to happen, in front of me.

- No, wait. - The mental entity of his photographic memory finally took final form in Harry's mind, pretending to spit into each hand. - Today is good... fun, fun... - The voice laughed even harder when Potter interrupted the kiss, slightly distracted by the voice in his head. - Keep going, it's fucking hot. - Finally, the red-haired entity with the robotic, hidden voice finally introduced itself as the female Harry had heard so often in his nightmares and earliest memories.

- Director Dumbledore said I should let you go. - She answered, sighing breathlessly, but her indecisive voice showed that she didn't want to end it there. - Wait, there's a visitor. - She gasped even more in disappointment as she turned away, with the grand presence of Hagrid opening the door to the hospital wing, happily entering to visit his best friend.

- No! - The mental entity stood up abruptly. - I don't believe it... Harry, best friend, nothing, best friends don't stall like that. - The voice said at last, with Harry laughing and severing his mental connection.

Usually, when he was indoors, Hagrid seemed too big to be let in. But here, with the huge hospital wing, the gamekeeper seemed quite ordinary.

 She sat down next to Harry, took one look at him and burst into tears.

- It's... all my fault! - He sobbed with his face in his hands. - I told an enemy how to get past Fofo! I did! It was the only thing he didn't know and I told him! You could have died. All because of a dragon's egg... I'll never drink again... I should be fired and sent to live like a muggle.

- Rubeus! - Harry called out, shocked to see him shaking with sadness and remorse, large tears seeping through his beard. - Rubeus, he would have found out anyway, we're talking about Voldemort, he would have found out even if you hadn't told him.

- But you could have died! - Hagrid sobbed. - And don't say his name.

- VOLDEMORT! - Harry shouted, and Hagrid was so shocked that he stopped crying.

- I've met him face to face and I'm going to call him by his name. Please cheer up, Hagrid, I stole the Philosopher's Stone to stop someone from stealing it... gee, that sounds very ironic. - Harry said, thinking about what he'd said last.

Hagrid slowly dried his teary eyes and barely noticed that Harry had said "steal" and not "destroy":

- Ah, that reminds me. I've brought you a present.

- It's homemade, isn't it? - Harry asked anxiously, as if he hadn't eaten something handmade in ages, and Madam Pomfrey laughed as he moved away a little, unlike the sweets and jelly beans he had received as a present, which only stopped his salvation when he received a certain batch of salty drumsticks from an acquaintance in Hogsmeade. He opened it curiously and, finally, Hagrid chuckled.

- No, Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday to arrange it. Of course, I should have resigned. In any case, I brought this for you... - It looked like a beautiful leather-bound book. Harry opened it, curious. It was full of portraits of wizards; on each page, smiling and waving at him, were his mother and father. - I sent owls to all your mother and father's old school friends, asking for photos... and I knew you didn't have any... Did you like them?

Harry couldn't even speak, his face couldn't express anything, but Hagrid understood.

Somehow, this gift to him had been so special that he had even forgotten that he had received a suitcase containing hundreds of magical mythological beasts.

As he put the present away in his suitcase, a click in his mind made Harry close it and turn the knob, deactivating the trick.

- Hagrid, come with me. - Harry said as he opened the suitcase and to the two adults behind Harry, they could see what looked like a potions office connected to a wooden staircase inside.

With him descending and the gamekeeper sucked down quickly due to his size, Harry promptly beckoned Madam Pomfrey to come too.

 - You too, poppy. - Harry called out, to the surprise of the two adults:

- Harry... is that it? - The gamekeeper said in amazement, unable to express himself.

- Yes, I can't say how I got it..., but I can tell you that it was by legal means. - Harry said proudly. - I think so, at least. - He finished in a doubtful whisper, wondering if Niklaus had really stolen it, Harry would never know.

- Wow... - Was all Madam Pomfrey could say as a Nundu cub ran up to them and jumped under the woman euphorically.

Harry, who had walked calmly over to the adult Nundu couple there, aimed to cuddle each one so that they would nestle close to him.

It was truly amazing how Harry had the ability to tame the beasts in a friendly way, to gain their trust and loyalty, along with the fact that the presences he invited were not harassed by the creatures inside.

And right next to the visitors were three Nundu, one of the most dangerous beasts in magical society.

- But, Harry... how. - Hagrid tried to say as he searched for the right word, only to see a dark-colored flying beast speeding towards them in the far distance of the horizon.

It was truly impossible for the gamekeeper not to recognize what it was, and soon his eyes began to water as he ran up to the completely needy beast, which had landed meters ahead with a thud on the ground.

- Does Hagrid know this dragon? - Pomfrey asked in astonishment, still holding the Nundu cub in her arms, and found it very cute when it yawned and its neck stretched out to the side.

- It's Norbert. - Harry explained to her, laughing at the name. - Well, let's leave him alone for a while with his "puppy". - Harry said laughing as he walked back to the residential area with the potions offices and many other wards.

- And how do you feed them? - She asked, walking side by side with Harry.

- A lot of the time I'm the one who takes care of them, waking up early and looking after them all while I learn more and more about them... when I can't do that, there's an automatic system that provides meals when I happen to be fifteen minutes late. I was very lucky to have an advanced magical system ready for this with a huge stash of food and healing potions for each specimen.

- You really never cease to amaze, do you, Potter? - Pomfrey said jokingly.

- Well... and I haven't even tried yet. - Harry replied in continuity with the doctor's playful style. - Anyway, it would be possible to keep all this secret... I don't want the Ministry on my tail for carrying hundreds and hundreds of magical crossbows in a suitcase.

- It's very irresponsible to go around with that... but there's not much you can do when Dumbledore himself gives you carte blanche. - She explained as they both climbed the stairs out of the suitcase.

And with that, the rest of the afternoon was spent with Harry helping his favorite doctor to store her things, all while they waited for a certain gamekeeper to finish missing the famous Norwegian dragon, who had caused quite a stir at the ministry a while back and was now one more species free and protected by Harry.

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Harry went down to the New Year's Eve party alone that evening. He had managed to organize a few last things in his trunk and still had some time to look for Fyexbolt. But as it turned out, she had followed through with her request before her hunt for the Philosopher's Stone began.

His standard uniform was already in storage, and since he was wearing a blazer, he saw no problem in keeping it on. He'd been delayed by the gamekeeper's neglect of his pet dragon, but that had pleased Harry greatly, since Hagrid had said that he would never doubt Potter again simply because he'd kept his promise.

The main hall had already filled up. It was decorated in Slytherin colors, green and silver, to celebrate winning the house championship for the seventh year in a row. A huge banner with the Slytherin snake covered the wall behind the head table.

When Harry entered with the two huge doors being pushed aside, there was a momentary silence and then everyone started talking loudly at the same time, in a buzz that was incomprehensible to Potter. The Weasley twins were no help at all, simply because they had a huge poster from end to end across the length of the Gryffindor table.

== PHILOSOPHER'S POTTER ==

That's what it said on the poster, which animatedly, by pure magic, aimed to show him holding a stone identical to the real Philosopher's Stone.

He walked calmly towards the central stage where the teachers were talking, ignoring the commotion as he always liked to ignore it. Many were debating the theory that Harry had destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, others, like the twins, believed that it still existed, and his friend had obtained it without the staff's knowledge.

And so it was that he finally arrived at his destination, but stopped in front of the best witch trained in transfiguration.

- Mr. Potter... shouldn't you be with your friends? - Minerva asked, under the attention of all the teachers.

- Yes... but I think I should give this little toy back to you, don't you? - Harry said with a smile as he took out a golden chain with a sort of hourglass on it from around his neck.

- Oh... I hope it helped you. - The teacher said as she received it and noticed that the object there had been used constantly during the school year.

- Yes, at first it was a bit confusing, this turning time thing, and having to avoid movements I'd done before, but once you get used to it, it's easy to move from one class to another, especially with a cloak I got as a present. - Harry explained, lucky that no one behind him knew what he had given Mcgonagall. - I know that as much as it's a present, you wouldn't want to see me taking it out of school, so... thanks.

Turning to the potions teacher, Harry could see him settling back in his chair as he stared at him with a smug, even defiant look:

- You know, Severus... It's really funny how you have this menacing aura like that of a dark vampire. - Harry started under the older man's sharp gaze. - But thank you... really thank you for trying to save me all year, and even volunteering to become the judge to stop Quirrell from jinxing me from above and breaking my neck in the process. - Seeing Minerva's surprised look, a little smile on Dumbledore's face, and the buzz from the staff. Harry quickly saw that this alone had made the potions master very uncomfortable. - Well, I guess that makes up for the fact that James Potter saved him in the past.

- It's very presumptuous of you to try to show off here, just like your daddy used to do with his gang of troublemakers... but don't think you'll win any points with me for destroying such a rare artifact in favor of someone trying to steal it. - Snape said, and Harry laughed in response.

- Of course not, but you have to understand. - Harry said, dropping his smile and becoming more serious. - I understand the language of flowers very well. - He said, sharpening his gaze on the potions teacher, who slowly swallowed.

- When you said in my first potions class: "What would I get if I added powdered Asphodel root to an infusion of Losna?"

- Yes, I understood... especially when I discovered that you had a relationship with my mother, a troubled one, but a relationship nonetheless. Asphodel is a type of lily and means "remembered beyond the grave" or "my regrets accompany you to the grave", while Losna is commonly associated with "regret or bitterness". - Harry said as he pulled out a piece of paper with something written on it and handed it to Snape.

"I bitterly regret Lilian's death."

That's what it said on the sheet of paper under the surprised gaze of the potions professor, with only Minerva and Dumbledore able to read it because they were standing next to him.

- Yes, it wasn't difficult to understand, I just needed a focus to understand what you had to do with my mother. - Harry said, knowing that his personal investigations around Hogwarts and the portraits during the year had led him to find out about the Marauders, his mother and Severus in his student days.

- Wow, your arrogance is so great, it makes you think the whole world revolves around you... pathetic, just like your father. - Severus tried to cut the boy off in a hostile way, which only made Harry laugh even harder.

- You also asked me what the difference was between Aconito Licoctono and Aconito Lapelo. - Harry said a role again, but this time citing three names: "Lily \ Severus / Petunia".

- This is perhaps a more scathing sentence when analyzed from the language of flowers. Lycoctonous aconite is associated with "chivalry" while lapelo can mean "misanthropy" or "contempt for others".

- It could mean that you are comparing my mother's heroic actions with your own self-destructive nature over the last decade.

- A lily can be interpreted as "beauty, elegance, sweetness". This impressive flower is easy to grow, provided it is planted in the right place. Also, according to gardening manuals, they make wonderful bouquets. Which is currently reflected in my mother's name.

- I've also noticed that the name Severus can be seen as meaning 'to cut off, to interrupt'. - Said Harry, noticing the speechless state of the potions teacher, who had only seen one person before have such a method of automatic thinking. - And that's exactly what you're inadvertently doing with Lily and her sister's relationship. Petunia. As two child witches, Lily and Severus had something in common that Petunia could never understand. - Harry turned his gaze slightly to the principal this time. - Combined with Albus' gentle rejection of Petunia's application to study at Hogwarts, Lily's friendship with Severus prepared the ground for Mrs. Dursley's future unending bitterness towards Lily, and with something unfinished since her death, resulted in everything falling apart for her son, Harry.

- Petunia Dursley: Susceptible to damage and growing best in a pot or basket, the petunia needs shelter from the wind and full light. It is also a flower that can, in the language of flowers, mean "resentment and anger". An excellent description for a woman who never told her nephew how his mother died, until in a fit of rage she said: "she ended up blowing herself up..."

- What is it, Severus? Don't think that hiding your true feelings in a fake mask can fool me, not me, who's been doing it since I was seven. - Harry dictated for the first time, letting his mask fall so that Severus could see who he was really looking at, a face that Harry saw every morning in the mirror, full of dead and tired eyes, in which he promptly recited his morning mantra capable of creating a mask of false and affectionate emotions in which he captivated everyone. - Every time you look into my eyes, I can read everything on your face.

- Potter? - Severus asked seriously as he analyzed every remnant of the boy's face in front of him, the tired eyes that lacked his mother's captivating sparkle, which now seemed duller and without any energy, the hint of scars at the beginning of his neck that seemed to be spreading under the clothes he was wearing, the alert and highly guarded state in which Potter stood, not staring at himself, but to the nearest place of escape that he could use if necessary, his left hand, which held nothing in itself, but which looked very much like that of war veterans ready to draw a wand, his right hand which remained fixedly under the handle of the sword sheathed at his waist, which might fool the others as a mere pose, but which to Severus looked very much like Potter would wield it against everyone in that hall if he had to.

- Severus? - Dumbledore asked, seeing that his potions teacher was raising his wand, but before Albus or Minerva could even react, a slight fear of what might happen spread over him, as he did the only magic he knew was capable of wiping that bitter, tired look off his student's face, who, though he wouldn't admit it, had become his favorite student.

- Expecto... Patronum. - Snape dictated with a flick of his wand under his body. Causing the effect of a large corsa to erupt from it. It was made of pure light and bluish energy. Her presence seemed pure and happy with all the students staring at her. It jumped around the room a few times, only to disappear as it leapt towards Harry and flooded him with its pure energy and shattered sparks of light and luminosity.

The most surprised of them all was Dumbledore, who knew that the Corsican was referring to a person in question... but not to the potions professor either.

- Lilian? - Dumbledore muttered to himself. - After all this time?

- Always. - Severus mumbled next to the principal without looking at him, because it was Harry he wanted to see if he could console him or at the very least take his tired face off.

- Well, Professor, in the end I was able to understand that the elements mentioned in your question are part of the recipe for the Potion of the Living Dead. - Harry explained under the continuous surprised looks of everyone as his tired gaze slowly faded and his glare began to grow like Albus' when he was thinking or staring at someone. - A drink that makes the drinker look dead.

- Just like in the 16th century Shakespearean tragedy Romeo and Juliet. About two lovers whose union is made impossible by death.

- Well, from your reaction I got it right, didn't I? You know, Professor, I don't care about your past sins and how they've affected me. - Harry said seriously, but not coldly. - Don't dwell on the past and be bitter about such things, adults have this great flaw, and I can understand it very well, I'm unfortunately a "child", and at the same time, an "adult". - Harry explained, pretending to be amused by the fact that his age didn't match his body.

- I can understand that you regret some mistake or action made in the past, I won't say that I forgive you or anything like that, because I'm not my mother to really dictate what she felt or felt and I don't feel obliged to. But it's good that you know. - Harry said, extending both arms out to the sides. - Behind me there are four tables full of your students, not one, not two... but four.

- You have an entire school of students, four houses with students with different personalities, children and teenagers with different thoughts, do you really think it's fair to harass three of these houses, while giving an unequal and unfair advantage to your own house?

- And don't give me any small talk, or some old concept that you've forced yourself into, as if some future evil might come and you need to maintain an image until then. Nobody is obliged to stop living because of the evil of the world, because the evil of the world has always existed and will always exist.

- Being a teacher means accepting all students and teaching them equally, without favoritism, advantages or disadvantages. And, above all, without prejudice because some of them can't do something first-hand when ten others can. You just have to teach everything to make new wizards as powerful and intelligent as you, and not make them hate you and, at the same time, hate the art of making potions.

- Anyway, you don't have to answer, I don't want attention or glory like you insisted on saying this year about me looking like James Potter, I don't know him, I don't know anything about him, just think about it, and who knows, next year I might actually be parading around the halls in green robes. - Finally, Harry said as he turned and walked away from the staff section, heading straight for the Gryffindor table.

Harry paid no attention to the surprise and debate of the staff, not even to the regret in Minerva's eyes that the son of her two best pupils really didn't know anything about them, and finally, an enigmatic look from Dumbledore, who hadn't expected such an ultimatum from the boy with Snape's teacher in such a short space of time.

As for Harry, he sat discreetly in a chair between Neville, Hermione and Ron at the Gryffindor table, and tried to pretend he didn't see people getting up to spy on him.

His friends themselves were in total euphoria to find out what Harry had been debating so much with the teachers, and how he had left Snape totally unresponsive and thoughtful like that.

Fortunately, Dumbledore stood up a few moments after Harry sat down. And so the racket died down:

- Another year gone by! - Said Dumbledore cheerfully. - And I have to bother you with the asthmatic chatter of an old man before we get down to this delicious feast. And what a year we've had! I hope your heads are a little less hollow than before... you've got the whole summer to empty them very well before the next school year. Now, as I understand it, the House Cup is to be awarded and the points tally is as follows:

- In fourth place was Gryffindor, with two thousand three hundred and twelve points.

- In third place was Hufflepuff, with two thousand three hundred and seventy-five points.

- Second, Corvinal, with two thousand four hundred and twenty-six.

- And finally... Slytherin, in first place, with two thousand four hundred and seventy-two points.

And a storm of clashing feet and hands erupted from the Slytherin table. It was a nauseating scene to watch from Gryffindor, and Harry could only laugh as, from a distance, he watched Tonks play some kind of prank on Slytherin.

- Yes, gentlemen, Slytherin is to be congratulated. However, we must take recent events into account. - The room fell into deep silence. - I have a few last-minute points to check. Let's see. Yes...

- First: to Mr. Ronald Weasley... - Ron's face colored bright red, he looked like a radish that had had too much sun on the beach. - ... For the best game of chess Hogwarts has seen in years, I award Gryffindor fifty points.

The Gryffindor cheers almost lifted the enchanted ceiling, the stars above seemed to tremble... They heard Percy say to the other monitors: "That's my brother, you know! My little brother! He won a match in Mcgonagall's living chess game!" - All this made him blush even more at the attention he received from his friends and many people he didn't even know.

Then they finally fell silent again:

- Second: Miss Hermione Jean Maximoff Granger... for the use of unshakeable logic in the face of an extremely advanced Potions riddle by Professor Snape, which could allow you to advance or retreat in the face of the Cursed Fire created by myself, I award Gryffindor fifty points. - Hermione hid her face in her arms, Harry smiling at his best friend's cute reaction. The Gryffindor students around the table couldn't contain themselves with joy, they had gone up a hundred points.

- Third: to Mr. Neville Longbottom... for Harry's permission to allow his friend to use his blade and cut off the legs of a troll more than five meters long, allowing an ally to finish off the monster that was threatening everyone, and especially the girls there at the time.

- There are all kinds of courage. - Said Dumbledore, smiling. - It takes a lot of audacity to stand up to your enemies, but just as much audacity to defend your friends. Therefore, I award sixty points to Mr. Longbottom, for his courage in acting on his duty to protect his companions, not fearing to get blood on his hands in the process.

Someone outside the Great Hall might have thought there had been an explosion, so loud was the roar that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Ron and Hermione stood up to shout and cheer while Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a mountain of people embracing him. He had never won a single point for Gryffindor before. Harry, still shouting, poked Ron in the ribs, indicating Malfoy, who couldn't have looked more perplexed and horrified if he had just been charmed with the Body Snatching Spell.

The uproar was deafening. Those who could add up while screaming themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor had now reached two thousand four hundred and seventy-two points.

 The same as Slytherin. Many revered Neville last as if he were a deity for bringing them face to face with Slytherin, and this was the case with the Weasley twins.

Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually quietened down.

- There are two more awards:

- Fourth: to Mr. Harry James Potter. - The room fell deathly silent. - For his coolness in not fearing to brutally injure a teacher, so that he wouldn't end up losing his life completely in a mistake made by extremely powerful and fatal magic in his body, for his exceptional courage in throwing the Philosopher's Stone into the Cursed Fire so that his enemy wouldn't steal it, and for handing over the last vial of potion so that his friends could return safely through the Cursed Fire, I award all the houses one hundred points. - Many wanted to laugh at Harry's reaction, because it didn't change anything for the table he was at. Slytherin was still tied and the Weasley twins' actions in pretending to comfort Harry made everything more of a joke. - Well, on top of all that, on the night of the event. A powerful, intelligent, beautiful and funny witch also ventured out on this journey to stop a criminal from stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

- From the house of Hufflepuff: Miss Nynphadora Tonks, head monitor, for her sagacity in understanding that preventing first-years from doing something wouldn't work, and yet aiming to accompany them as a source of protection in extremely dangerous tests, whether it be going through a giant Cerberus, a Devil's Maw, Cursed Keys, Royal Witch's Chess, and even more, using an advanced and very well concentrated explosive magic against a Troll, blowing its head off and preventing the damage caused from affecting the structure of the castle.

- I award the house of Hufflepuff one hundred points. - Said the principal with all the house points finally finished being calculated, and the Hufflepuff house coming first. - Which means. - Dumbledore continued, trying to rise above the general storm of applause as he watched the worst house at Hogwarts, according to the prejudice of many, rise to the top with the funniest student who, at that last dinner, was ending her school career. - That we need to make a small change to the decor. - And with that, he clapped his hands. In an instant, the green cloths turned yellow and the silver ones golden, the great Slytherin snake disappeared and the Hufflepuff badger took its place.

It was the best start to the evening of Harry's life, better than the Quidditch victory or the Christmas dinner, or the encounter with the slug... he would never forget this night. Especially when the shapeshifter had fled from the euphoria of her house, while jumping into Harry's lap and kissing him without any shame amidst all the stares from the general public and even the staff.

Dumbledore, who felt the general euphoria of both the Gryffindor golden boy and a "remnant" of the Hufflepuff, was soon called over by the principal to say a few words.

Her wink showed that it really was going to be a speech in her unique style, in which, when she had taken the stage, she had tripped and almost fallen over to the laughter of everyone.

Then, finishing climbing up to the stage while touching his wand to his throat in a sonic spell that would make everyone hear him, he began:

- Well... at first, you'll all be fucked for laughing at me. - Tonks said, winking at Harry, under Minerva's protest, held back by Albus and Severus. - I won't keep you long, because I really am starving tonight. - Nynphadora began calmly with a smile, but it soon faded as her face became serious, her eyes glowing pure emerald as they did whenever she faced Harry, even more so at the sight of all the students who swallowed dryly with a small chill in their stomachs.

- I could say, quote and theorize hundreds of good or bad things about the four houses here at Hogwarts compared to all my years of study, and not blame them, as many students aim to do against Slytherin, Hufflepuff, or even themselves against the others.

- But the focus I have to say for now is on the supposed reputation of the Hufflepuff house as a place for lazy, relaxed people where the leftovers go and people without ambition, intelligence, courage and all that coolness that I've seen dozens of people talk about.

- You're wrong... this is a big hoax! - Nynphadora said it all as if it were a general scolding. - I'll give you just one example, look at the coat of arms of this house, a Badger, an animal that is much underestimated because of its ability to live peacefully.

- What they don't know is that when a badger is threatened, when its family is threatened by another animal, it fights without fear with much larger and more dangerous animals, including wolves who are very well regarded for their sovereignty and packs.

- All I ask is that you back up your ideals with proof before you go spouting off about something simply because other people say so. I did go after the Philosopher's Stone, I did fight a Troll, and it wasn't even a fight. Because Neville and I actually slaughtered the monster in two team moves, thus saving any chance of the whole school being in danger.

- Now look at me, I'm finishing my last year at Hogwarts with a flourish and still have the ambition to become an Auror, that's for everyone who not only talks badly about the Hufflepuff, but also the Slytherin, the Ravenclaw and even Gryffindor.

- Think more about it and stop following the fashion of these imbecilic people who only serve to speak ill of others... because then you'll have a much better coexistence than just following the prejudices of your parents... well, thanks and goodbye. - Finally, Nynphadora said laughing as she walked quickly down to the Hufflepuff table, giving everyone the middle finger, to the delight of the twins, who laughed at the looks on the faces of everyone who was really talking badly about the others.

Dumbledore, who smiled at this, was soon thinking along with many others:

- "Maybe a speech at the end of the year with a representative of the houses isn't so bad." - The director laughed as he saw that the direct and uncultured words of a teenager were intended to really affect the audience in question.

Especially the younger ones, who, as much as they found it funny, were now allowed a certain amount of freedom to socialize with others.

Part 03 in the next chapter due to the word limit of the chapter post.