Chapter 7

Apparently, there was a golden duo now at Hogwarts. I enjoyed spending time with Hermione, something I found hard to believe. I always thought of her as some obnoxious brat but, she was a good kid.

Still, school was boring.

So, I began reading more and practicing with the abilities I had gained from my wish. I couldn't believe how me having magic had amplified them so much.

I was leisurely reading about the Goblin Rebellion of 1612 in the library.

Started as a revolt against discrimination against the goblin kind by wizards and witches, it was a movement full of bloodshed.

Interestingly, the revolt took place in the vicinity of Hogsmeade village and one of the inns was used as the headquarters for the rebellion.

The rebellion of 1612 was the first of the three rebellions over the centuries. All equally bloody, the rebellions represented the fight against oppression long before such movements took place in the muggle world, atleast the ones that were recorded.

As I was reading about the speculated reasons for the rebellions, such as attempted enslavement of goblins, the mass killings by Yardley Platt, the numerous attempts to take control over Gringotts by the ministry or against ban over use of wand by goblins, Hermione came rushing towards the table, slammed her book down and sat on the chair opposite to me with a huff.

Without looking up from my book, I asked, "What's got your knicker in a twist?"

"M-My knickers?!" She asked, apalled by my reference to her knickers.

"It's an idiom."

"Oh! Uhm.. Ron was being a prat, again."

I sighed and closed my book. With no Harry Potter and Hermione Granger around for him to act more appropriately, the little Weasley had begun hanging out with an equally dumb Seamus Finnigan.

The duo was the Dumb and Dumber of Hogwarts.

"Ignore them. They're not worth your time or attention."

Hermione frowned and didn't speak. I knew she wasn't sated so I suggested something.

"Alright, we're going outside."

"Outside? Why?"

"It's about time I teach you how to have fun."

I had to drag her out of the library as she tried to protest. It wasn't healthy to sit in a closed space and read for hours.

I made her grab a broomstick while I selected one for myself and dragged her out into the training grounds.

"Why are we here? Why did you make me grab a broomstick? I don't like flying."

I gave her a no nonsense look that made her mount the broom.

"Trust me, you'll love this."

I held out my hand which she gingerly accepted. As we genlty pushed against the ground, the brooms began levitating slowly. Hermione was scared but after a reassuring squeeze to her hand, she relaxed.

"Don't look down. Just, focus on me."

We levitated high up in the sky. The view down was mesmerizing. The mild breeze of autumn blew through our hair and slowly, Hermione's grip on my hand loosened.

It was a thing of beauty. The black lake, the Hogwarts castle, the forbidden forest and the distant Hogsmeade village together painted a bewitching picture.

We stayed in the air as I used a mild magic to maneuver some leaves from the ground and whirl in the air around us. Hermione gasped and laughed at the leaves playing and dancing in pairs.

But, the fun didn't last for long as a bludger was missed by the Weasley twins during the Gryffindor practice that was ongoing a distance away.

The bludger barrelled towards us like a bull. Hermione saw it coming towards us and gasped in terror. The moment it came within my physical range, I released my hands from the broom I was sitting on, spun around like a top and kicked the bludger hard, sending it back towards the reckless twins like a bullet being released from its muzzle.

The Weasley twins barely managed to dodge the bludger and it struck one of the Quidditch poles. Such was the ferocity of the bludger that it indented the pole and got lodged in the indentation, spinning wildly until it came to a stop.

Everyone present was bedazzled.

Never in their lives had the seen or heard of anyone kicking a bludger much less with such force. That too, an eleven year old child.

They were about to shout in amazement when the looked at me, but, their voices got stuck in their throats because of the raw hostility emanating from me.

"If you can't handle a stupid ball then get those stupid bats and shove 'em up your stupid asses! For a nonsensical game you were gonna blow Hermione's head off!"

At first, the team was taken aback.. then they exploded.

"Nonsensical?! What do 'you' know about Quidditch?!"

"You think you are 'Harry Potter' so you can mouth us off?"

"Do you want to make an enemy out of the entire house?"

"It was your fault anyway! You shouldn't be flying while there's a Quidditch practice going on!"

'Shouldn't be flying?! We were hundreds of meters away from the Quidditch pitch! You don't own the fucking school or the fucking air!'

They were livid and so was I. So what if I survived a killing curse? Did I think that I was greater than Quidditch?

And then, I challenged the entire team to a match. They wanted to laugh but when they looked at me, they understood that I was serious.

It was a huge blow to their pride as Quidditch players. To think a wet behind his ear child was challenging a team of trained players... the whole situation was unfathomable.

"What.. scared you'll lose miserably?"

That did it. Soon, I was sitting on my broom facing the Gryffindor team right at the middle of the ground. They had even managed to rope in Hooch to be the refree.

I could see Hermione in the stands, looking at me, worried and indignant over my choice to challenge the team. Somehow, word had reached the ears of the Slytherins and many had come to see me get demolished. Daphne was also among them and she seemed worried and sad.

Anyway..

As the whistle was blown and the quaffle rose to the level of my eyes, I blasted towards it and grabbed it before the Gryffindor chasers could.

And then.. it began.

No one stood a chance against me. How could they when it was I who was doing all the flying while the broom was just there as a front.

I scored twenty goals while the entire team could only score five. When their newly selected seeker spotted the snitch, I was ready.

I kicked the bludger towards a chaser and eliminated them, blasted across the ground to score and then shot towards the snitch. All it took was a few seconds and I had the snitched in my fingers.

The Gryffindor team was devastated. To think they lost to a single child...

Meanwhile, the Slytherins who had come to see me get demolished were gaping like fish out of water.

I had no idea what my actions could lead to nor did I care. At that moment, I was simply happy that I had tought the proverbial good guys a lesson in humility.