Ronald and Tom

Fred and George wouldn't believe Luke's nonsense.

They stumbled upon this magical room, and you'd be more believable if you said you found it while looking for a toilet and got lost.

Seeing the disbelief on their faces, Luke didn't bother explaining further. He just pushed the door open and invited them in.

The cozy hut that Luke and Hermione had been using vanished, replaced by a richly decorated room filled with all kinds of dining utensils. Silver spoons and forks hung upside down on the walls, clinking pleasantly.

Ron's eyes widened in disbelief. Was there really a place like this at Hogwarts?

"Wait a second!"

Fred suddenly remembered something and quickly pulled out a map from his pocket. It was their tool for nighttime adventures, the Marauder's Map.

"No way... How could it not show up?!"

George and Fred stared at the map, stunned. The map only showed a few names moving around: Filch and his cat, Professor McGonagall, and a few others. However, it didn't reveal their names.

"So, the Marauder's Map didn't record this place?" Fred muttered.

It seemed the Marauders who created the map hadn't discovered this magical room either.

"You are amazing, Luke!" George couldn't help but admire.

"Alright, alright, let's get the party started," Luke laughed, then lit the fire with his wand. "We can also talk about future plans."

Following Luke's idea, they placed the table near the window, which offered a view of the snowy scene and starry sky outside.

It was perfect for having hot pot on a snowy day.

Luke had bought everything they needed, and it had taken him half a month to gather it all.

"George and I will go to Hufflepuff's kitchen to get some food. By the way, do you want butterbeer?" Fred asked, holding the Marauder's Map.

"No, I have everything we need here, including butterbeer."

Luke smiled and snapped his fingers. The once empty mahogany round table was suddenly filled with various supplies. These were things he had stored in his Kamui space, including butterbeer he had bought from the Leaky Cauldron.

"Cool, wandless magic!"

George stepped forward, picking up an iron pot with some confusion.

"So, we're going to cook ourselves?"

"Have you heard of hot pot?" Luke asked, cutting a small round hole in the middle of the mahogany table with his wand.

"No."

Several people, including Hermione, shook their heads.

"Just watch me," Luke grinned, putting his wand under the table and starting to ignite the flame.

Magic in this world was truly convenient, with so many practical uses.

Outside the window, the snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the howling wind could be heard inside the house.

The pot in the center of the table was already steaming hot, and the broth was bubbling.

Harry's nose twitched lightly, the scent brightening his emerald green eyes.

"I think we should invite Cho Chang over!"

"Do you think Cedric would come too?" Ronald asked, exasperated. As Harry's roommate, he knew all too well how obsessed Harry was with Cho Chang. Harry even had a picture of her on his bedside table. Ronald sometimes wondered if Harry did anything at night because of it.

"A little spicy..." Hermione said, taking a sip and sticking her tongue out.

"It's not spicy over there; it's a mandarin duck pot," Luke replied, turning the hot pot with his wand towards them.

Although Luke preferred spicy dishes, he considered Hermione's taste and decided to have a milder option.

"I like the red side," Fred said, taking a sip of butterbeer and wiping the sweat from his brow with a napkin.

"Me too!" George, his twin, echoed his sentiment.

"I think we can expand some of Fairy Tail's business, like offering some good magic items," Luke said, showing the ring on his finger.

"I know this, Lockhart uses his ten rings every day when he teaches us," George said with a hint of frustration. "He even claimed you made them under his tutelage."

"He's just a clown," Luke waved his hand dismissively.

With chatting and eating, the party finally ended at one o'clock.

"Goodbye!" Fred whispered, his face a little red from drinking too much butterbeer. Butterbeer did have trace amounts of alcohol in it, after all.

"See you tomorrow," Luke said as he watched the little Gryffindor lions leave. Hermione didn't leave and stayed beside him.

"You drank too much butterbeer," Hermione said, squeezing Luke's smiling cheek.

By the moonlight outside the window, she could clearly see that his handsome face was a bit red. It looked tempting, she thought, her brown eyes fixed on him.

"Come on, let's go to bed!" she said.

Following Luke's method, she successfully opened the cozy cabin. It was cold inside, so Miss Hermione lit the fire with her wand. Luke, who hadn't fully reacted, was pulled directly in.

The candles in the room were extinguished, and only the fire illuminated the nearby floor, along with the moonlight by the bed.

The next day, when Luke woke up, Hermione was already standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, sorting her clothes. She wore a white shirt with a red tie, a pleated skirt, black stockings, and the black and red Gryffindor robes.

"Aren't you cold?" Luke asked, turning sideways.

"It's been snowing outside," Hermione said, holding a hair tie in her mouth.

Today's class was with Flitwick, and according to Hermione, they had a quiz. Since Slytherin's Charms class was earlier than Gryffindor's, Luke had already taken the test the other day. But to join in the fun, he was still ready to attend.

If nothing else, he already knew who the diary was looking for: Ronald Weasley!

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