It started

The first week of lessons at Hogwarts had just begun and Zygmunt and the Weasley twins were already up to their usual antics. During their History of Magic class, they found themselves struggling to pay attention to Professor Binns' monotonous lecture.

"This is boring," Fred muttered under his breath.

"Totally," George agreed. "I can't believe we have to sit through this every week."

"I know," Zygmunt said. "But at least we have each other to keep us entertained."

As the lecture droned on, the three of them started to whisper and giggle amongst themselves, coming up with their latest pranks and schemes.

"I have an idea," Fred said in a low voice. "What if we cast a spell to make Professor Binns' nose grow every time he says the word 'goblin'?"

"That's genius!" George exclaimed.

Zygmunt was about to join in on the fun when Professor Binns suddenly stopped in his tracks and fixed them with a stern look.

"My boys, I believe you have something more important to attend to than disrupting my class," he said, his eyes blazing with anger.

The three of them shrunk down in their seats, realizing they had been caught.

"Sorry, Professor Binns," they said in unison.

"Apology accepted," he replied. "But I expect you to pay closer attention in my class from now on. Otherwise, I will be forced to give you detention."

As the class came to an end, Zygmunt, Fred, and George made their way back to the Gryffindor common room, chastened by their brush with Professor Binns.

"We need to be more careful," Fred said.

"Yeah, we can't get into trouble on our first week at Hogwarts," George agreed.

Zygmunt nodded, realizing that as much as he loved a good prank, he also needed to focus on his studies if he wanted to succeed at Hogwarts.

When Zygmunt, George, and Fred were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, talking about the lessons they had so far in Hogwarts. They were discussing how difficult it would be to get detention, and how embarrassing it would be if one of them got caught by the professors.

"Can you imagine if we got detention with Professor Binns?" George said with a laugh. "It would be like being stuck in a history lesson for all eternity."

"Yeah, I don't think I could handle that," Fred replied. "I'd rather face the giant squid in the lake than be stuck in a lesson with him."

Zygmunt, who had been quiet during the conversation, suddenly spoke up. "You guys have heard of Professor Binns, right?" he asked.

"Of course," George said. "He's the ghost who teaches History of Magic. He's so boring that you're lucky if you can stay awake for more than five minutes in his class."

"Yeah, but have you ever heard of the rumors about his ghostly nature?" Zygmunt asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Some say that he's still so absorbed in his lectures that he doesn't even realize he's dead."

The Weasley twins burst out laughing. "That's a good one, Zygmunt," Fred said. "I can just imagine Professor Binns droning on and on about goblin rebellions, completely unaware that he's a ghost."

Zygmunt chuckled along with them, but a part of him wondered if there was any truth to the rumors. He had heard stories about the supernatural in the world of Harry Potter, and he couldn't help but be curious about the mysterious Professor Binns.

As they continued to talk and joke about their classes and the professors, the atmosphere in the common room was light and joyful. But little did they know, their talk about Professor Binns would come back to haunt them later on in their journey at Hogwarts.

Some time later Zygmunt and the Weasley twins were sitting in the common room, discussing their plans for the day when they were approached by a group of students. "Hey there," said a tall, athletic girl with curly hair. "I'm Angelina Johnson. These are my friends, Lee Jordan, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell."

The Weasley twins introduced themselves and Zygmunt, and the group struck up a conversation about their favorite classes and what they had been up to in their free time. "We love playing exploding cardss," said Lee, pulling a deck out of his pocket. "Do you want to join us?"

Zygmunt and the twins eagerly agreed, and they all sat down at a table in the common room to play. The game was fast-paced and full of laughter, with each person trying to outdo the others with their card tricks.

"Ha! I win again!" declared Angelina, as she put down her winning card.

"Not fair," said Lee, pretending to pout. "You always win."

"It's all about strategy," said Angelina with a grin.

The group continued to play for hours, laughing and chatting as they did. They all agreed that it was the best way to spend an evening in the magic school.

As the night wore on, Zygmunt and the Weasley twins felt a sense of camaraderie with their new friends. They knew that they would have many more fun nights like this in their time at Hogwarts.

Zygmunt, Fred, and George were seated in their usual desks which mean second from the back, there on the first Potions class, eagerly awaiting Professor Snape's arrival. The air was filled with the smell of various ingredients and the sound of bubbling cauldrons. Zygmunt was particularly excited for this lesson as he was confident in his potions-making skills.

As Professor Snape entered the room, Zygmunt couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. The way Snape moved, his dark hair, and his piercing gaze reminded Zygmunt of a Sith Lord from his old world.

"Good morning, students," Snape said in a monotone voice. "Today, we will be brewing a basic healing potion."

Fred and George looked excited at the prospect of making a potion, but Zygmunt was distracted by his thoughts of Snape's appearance. He leaned over to the twins and whispered, "Don't you guys think Snape looks like a Sith Lord from Star Wars?"

Fred and George looked at him with confusion. "Star Wars? What's that?" they asked.

Zygmunt was taken aback. "You guys don't know Star Wars? It's only the greatest sci-fi movie franchise of all time!" he exclaimed, a little too loudly.

Snape's eyes narrowed, and he strode over to Zygmunt's desk. "Mr. Twardowski, are you here to study potions or to share your cultural knowledge with the class? Ten points from Gryffindor. Each."

Zygmunt hung his head in shame as Fred and George silently spelled you have lost. "I'm sorry, Professor," Zygmunt said.

Snape sniffed and returned to his desk. "Detention for the three of you tomorrow after class. And Mr. Twardowski, I expect you to pay more attention during class."

Zygmunt groaned inwardly, but he couldn't help but feel proud of his potion-making skills. His grandfather had taught him the basics of potion-making, and he had a natural talent for it. As they worked on their healing potions, Zygmunt's cauldron bubbled and brewed to perfection.

Snape walked over to inspect his work and raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Impressive, Mr. Twardowski. Ten points to Gryffindor," he said grudgingly and said again after a while.

"I have almost forggot. I can't offer you any more of my priceful time. But don't worry, Professor Binks can handle you today.

Zygmunt smiled, but he was still disappointed about the detention. He turned to the twins and said, "Looks like we'll be spending some quality time with Professor Binns."

Fred and George groaned in unison, and the three of them shared a laugh as they left the classroom. Zygmunt couldn't wait to share more ideas about his old world with the twins, but for now, they had a detention to serve.

Zygmunt and the Weasley twins walked out of the dungeon and made their way back to the Gryffindor common room. As they walked, they couldn't help but talk about the strange behavior of Professor Snape during the potion lesson.

"Do you think he knows about the accident we had in History of Magic?" George asked as they made their way up the stairs.

"I don't know," Fred replied. "But he definitely seemed to be keeping an eye on us."

Zygmunt stayed quiet, deep in thought. He remembered the story his grandfather had told him about Professor Snape and how he was known to be able to read minds.

"What's the matter, Zygmunt?" Angelina Johnson asked as they entered the common room.

"I think Professor Snape might have the ability to read minds," Zygmunt finally said.

The room fell silent as everyone absorbed this information.

"You're kidding, right?" Lee Jordan asked, breaking the silence.

"No, I'm not," Zygmunt replied. "My grandfather told me stories about Professor Snape and how he's known to be able to do that."

"That's ridiculous," Alicia Spinnet said, but her voice wavered with uncertainty.

"I don't know," Angelina said. "I've heard some strange things about Professor Snape too."

Zygmunt looked around the room and saw the fear in his friends' eyes. He realized that this was not a subject to be taken lightly and decided to keep quiet about it from then on.

As the night went on, the group played exploding cards and tried to forget about Professor Snape and his mysterious abilities.