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Harry potter :Stifen Grindelwald

A 28-year-old Sarath is reincarniated into the world of harry potter who is the grandson of Gellert Grindelwald, a powerful and dangerous wizard in the Wizarding World. He has inherited many of his grandfather's physical characteristics, including his distinctive hairstyle, which is described as sleek and slicked back, with a touch of silver at the temples. He also has piercing grey eyes, just like his grandfather. Despite his family's dark legacy, the boy is determined to forge his own path and use his magical abilities for good. However, he is constantly struggling with the weight of his family's history and the expectations placed upon him by those who know of his connection to Grindelwald. Author's notes: So this story will have slow updates as this idea was stuck in my head for a while, and I can't really find a fanfiction with this idea so I'm making one. You can even copy my idea since I don't know if I will put an end to this story. I will apologize in advance if there are grammar mistakes because English is my second language. I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's works, except my SI-OC character.

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Chapter 17: Herbology class.

All four of us went across the castle grounds and passed through a series of glass double doors leading into a long, narrow corridor, reaching the greenhouse. We were greeted with the lush, humid air of the glass-walled rooms.

The greenhouses were divided into several sections, each with its climate control system, to accommodate various plants that require specific growing conditions.

There were rows of wooden tables and stools where students could work on their Herbology assignments, surrounded by a variety of magical plants and trees.

There was also a variety of tools and equipment such as watering cans, pruning shears, and trowels scattered throughout the greenhouses. The glass walls and ceiling allowed natural light to pour in and illuminate the greenhouses.

All four of us stood in our places, Ron on one side exaggerating the rumor like, "I gave him the idea for the date." to the students. On the other side, Hermione looked at Ron and me with an irritated face. Professor Pomona Sprout entered the class. She had a round, rosy face with warm, twinkling brown eyes, and curly gray hair that she typically wore pulled back into a bun. She was often seen wearing earthy green or brown robes.

She was the complete opposite of Snape. "If Snape gives a gloomy atmosphere, she gives a kind and happy environment." While I was lost in thought, "Good morning, class!" she exclaimed, her voice lively and welcoming. "My name is Professor Pomona Sprout, and I will be your instructor for Herbology this year. You may call me Professor Sprout." she introduced herself.

"Today, you will be learning about spiky bushes." Professor announced it to the entire class. "Can anyone tell me about them?" She questioned the students. Her eyes swept through the students. Many students raised their hands. She pointed to Hermione, "Spiky bushes are semi-sentient that have big yellow spikes growing on them," Hermione said without taking a breath.

"Excellent! Ten points to Gryffindor." Professor Sprout said, and the class continued with the discussion on how to handle the spiky bushes. "Revise what you learned today in the next class, and you will learn how to take care of one of the spiky bushes." Professor said, ending the class.

Neville was very interested in the subject, so he went to the library to prepare for the next class. "Harry, let's go and meet Hagrid. Shall we?" I asked Harry, and he accepted to accompany me to Hagrid's hut, and Ron also followed us.

"Hey, Stifen, why do you need to go there?" Ron asked with a confused look. "Well, you see, due to the rumors your brother spread, I have become everyone's talk today, and someone added fuel to it." I said with an irritated look on my face.

Ron laughed. We arrived at Hagrid's hut and knocked on the door. "Sifen, Harry, and you are welcome to my hut." Hagrid welcomed us happily. He gave us rock cakes. I gave my share to Ron and said, "I am not that angry. Ron, take my share." Ron was very happy because I gave him my share.

When he tried to eat the cake, he broke a tooth. "Ahh.. my tooth, blood, blood," Ron was scared to see his broken teeth. I thought with a somewhat sorry look, "I never thought it would be this hard, sorry my friend."

Harry and Ron went to Madam Pomfrey to treat his broken teeth. I went to the library to look for a book on Defence Against the Dark Arts and noted a useful spell {Protego}. Unfortunately, the time for the next class had come, so I stopped my work and moved towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

When I entered the classroom, it smelled like garlic. Harry waved his hand next to him, and I sat beside him. Now Quirrell entered the class. He looked like a nervous and twitchy man who wore a purple turban that hid his face. Quirrell was also a timid and easily intimidated individual who stuttered and stammered when he spoke, despite his apparent lack of confidence.

"If I didn't know that Voldemort was staying at the back of his head, I would not easily believe it," while thinking about it and Voldemort, he started to take the class, which seemed very boring like "one period become one eternity." Harry felt slight pain in his scar. After the lesson started, he also fell asleep.

When I looked at Hermione's expression, I was surprised. She was actually listening to the class sincerely. After the class finished, everyone left the class in a hurry. While Ron was imitating Quirrell, Hermione came towards me, "Stifen, did you understand the class?" she asked me.

"No, I didn't listen to his lecture. I spent my time reading the introduction on Defence Against the Dark Arts," I said with an unsatisfied expression on my face. "Can you clear some doubts of mine?" she asked me, and I said I would explain it in the common room, to which she accepted.

"Stephen, do you have a minute?" a familiar voice I heard from behind. When I turned back, I saw Tonks standing behind me with an apologetic look. Me and Tonks went some distance from Harry and others.

"Stifen, sorry because of me, there were many rumors about you," she said with a sad look. She was worried I was in this scandal because of her. "Hey, Tonks, you are not the reason for the scandal. It's because of two red-headed idiots. Between friends, there is no sorry," I said to her with a wink.

"When did we become friends?" she asked me with a confused look. "When you started to worry about me. We become friends. Who knows what the future holds?" I said and walked towards the group.

"What did you two talk about?" Ron asked me with interest. "Well, secret," I placed my finger on my lips to irritate Ron and Harry. They only sighed, and we walked towards the Great Hall. Hermione turned to look at the Tonks direction to see Tonks walking with her hair constantly changing the color.

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