Chapter 61: The Christmas Incident

The recent Duel Club event had caused quite a stir across Hogwarts, particularly due to Augustus's triple-elemental fusion magic, which left a deep impression on everyone. For many students, Augustus's image underwent a dramatic transformation. Previously, he had been seen as a teacher's favorite—knowledgeable, approachable, and always willing to help. However, after witnessing the awe-inspiring, three-colored spectacle of his spell, he had become a symbol of mysterious power. His young age only added to his legendary status; to be so formidable at this stage of life made everyone marvel at the possibilities for his future.

Interestingly, Augustus's display of strength gave many students hope in their fear of the creature lurking within the Chamber of Secrets. Believing that Augustus could protect them, students began following him wherever he went, staying within a 10-meter radius of him during classes, meals, and even in the library or on the castle grounds. This phenomenon, however, excluded most of the brave Gryffindors, who weren't ones to avoid challenges.

Despite this newfound sense of security, anxiety spiked when both Justin and Nearly Headless Nick were attacked. Strangely enough, it was Nick's predicament that terrified people the most. Questions buzzed: What could harm a ghost? What force was capable of injuring someone already dead? The tension led many students to book tickets on the Hogwarts Express, eager to leave the castle for Christmas break.

Christmas morning arrived, cold and blanketed in snow. Augustus awoke to find a pile of gifts at the foot of his bed—significantly more than last year. Most were from people he barely knew.

Among them was a gift from Harry: a tiny enchanted figurine that performed a jig whenever Augustus was within five meters. Beyond that range, it would slump lifelessly. Loki gifted a wooden bird that could record messages and deliver them to specific locations before playing the recording—a simple yet practical magical device with a built-in navigation charm.

Malfoy and Hermione both sent books: The Origins and Ethical Use of Fiendfyre from Malfoy and The History of House-Elf Rights from Hermione—both gifts perfectly aligned with their personalities. Augustus found the Fiendfyre book particularly intriguing; Fiendfyre was notoriously dangerous and prone to backfiring if poorly controlled. It was both a formidable and perilous spell.

Lillian's gift was a white scarf, perfectly suited for the cold weather, while Cho Chang sent a beautifully crafted wooden amulet—perhaps meant as protection against the rumored dangers of the Chamber. Augustus skimmed over the other gifts, deciding not to open them all at once.

Exiting his dorm, Augustus made his way to the Slytherin common room, where he found Malfoy and his two cronies deep in discussion.

Upon noticing Augustus, Malfoy quickly stood. "Good afternoon, Mr. Augustus. You didn't go to the Great Hall for lunch?"

"Not today; I wasn't very hungry," Augustus replied, waving off the question. "By the way, I quite like the gift you sent. That book on Fiendfyre is exactly what I was looking for. I had been meaning to research the spell, and your gift saved me a trip to the library."

Malfoy's face lit up with pride. "I'm glad you liked it! I figured it would suit your tastes perfectly."

Augustus smiled but soon turned his attention to Crabbe and Goyle, whose magical aura felt off. Activating his Eye of Insight, Augustus noticed faint images of Harry and Ron flickering within the two. Suppressing a sigh, he chose to sit instead of exposing them.

Malfoy, relieved that Augustus hadn't left, continued their earlier conversation. "So, where were we?"

Goyle, unexpectedly speaking up, asked, "Do you think the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught?"

Malfoy looked surprised at Goyle's initiative but answered, "Whoever it was got expelled, I'm sure. My father said it happened 50 years ago, and though he wasn't born yet, he knows it's all kept very secret. But I do know one thing: the last time the Chamber was opened, a Mudblood died. I'm betting it'll happen again—soon. Hopefully, it's Granger."

Crabbe cracked his knuckles menacingly, but Goyle shot him a warning look before turning back to Malfoy. "What's Azkaban, by the way?"

"It's a wizard prison," Augustus interjected calmly, drawing their attention. "If you're truly interested in the Chamber of Secrets, I suggest starting with A History of Hogwarts. It offers insights into Salazar Slytherin's legacy. And consider his most famous talent—that might provide some useful clues."

Goyle smiled awkwardly. "Oh, we're just curious, Mr. Augustus. No need to go that deep, but thanks."

Just then, Crabbe let out a startled yelp. His hair was turning red, and his nose lengthened. Time was up; the Polyjuice Potion was wearing off. Panicked, Ron and Harry bolted upright.

"Er—stomachache potion—need to go!" Ron blurted before the two scrambled out of the common room.

Malfoy frowned. "What's with them today? So weird."

"Maybe it's just that age," Augustus remarked, watching their retreating figures with an amused glint in his eyes.

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