Chapter - 16 Successfull heist

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Performing the heist on Slytherin's carriage was no simple feat.

The primary challenge lay in timing.

The duration of the smoke bombs' cover was limited, and the house prefects remained ever watchful.

To evade detection, William and the rest had to split up, assigning a few individuals to lay traps and temporarily close the prefects' carriage to this side.

Cedric, Fred, and Lee Jordan undertook the assigned mission.

As the fire smoke bomb impacted the carriage wall, billows of white smoke billowed out from the Slytherin compartment, shrouding the entire corridor.

This tactic was aimed to disorient the line of sight of other students from believing a fire had erupted, so they won't come out of their Cabin. Making the carriage crowded.

Amidst the chaos, screams echoed as students in each carriage hurriedly shut their doors, genuinely believing a fire had erupted.

Anyone glancing skyward would've seen thick smoke billowing from the Hogwarts Express's center, startling a group of flying owls with the locomotive's noise.

George, carefully timing his actions, retrieved a mirror he'd prepared. Positioned by the window, he readied himself to use the reflected sunlight to attract the niffler.

But they overlooked a seemingly Big issue. With several carriages blanketed in smoke and the sun obscured, how will they reflect the sunlight.

William swiftly approached George, drawing his wand and waving it delicately. He murmured, "Lumos."

A golden light flickered at the wand's tip, resembling a firefly in the night sky.

The mirror caught the light, precisely directing it into the carriage.

The light has one of the strongest penetrating power, and if you are a niffler, you will definitely be able to find it.

Indeed, the following moment was filled with gasps and collisions. A dark figure abruptly materialized beside the mirror and swiftly pocketed Cho's mirror.

George snatched niffler's paw and hoisted it upside down. William extended a hand and gently rubbed its fuzzy belly.

The niffler emitted a content "purr," reveling in the comfort. Its tiny tail quivered with excitement, while its feeble paws dangled freely.

Yet, moments of joy are often fleeting. A multitude of shiny objects tumbled from its belly pouch, crashing to the ground.

Scattered around were over a dozen Galleons, with mostly Sickles and knuts.

It appeared not all Slytherin students were Rich.

William's eyes twitched as he spotted an iron belt buckle... looted by the Niffler from the attire of a young wizard within the carriage!

What a rascal!

George pocketed the money that was due to them for the homework , and stashed the remaining coins and assorted items into a small bag. He flung the bag toward the carriage.

Bang!

The bag landed, prompting another round of curses, though it was unclear who received it.

William stared at the end of the belt in his hand, unsure what to do. Meanwhile, George, not bothering to contemplate, simply hurled it out of the window.

"…"

"Let's go, the prefect is approaching," George ushered William forward with one hand while managing The niffler roughly with the other.

It dangled in the air lazily, witnessing its precious belongings tossed out the window, agitated it to its core. Sweating profusely in the heat, it seethed with rage, its claws chilled to the bone.

Three minutes passed, and abruptly, the carriage door swung open. Percy stormed in with visible anger, but his demeanor swiftly shifted to bewilderment.

William and Cedric engaged in a discussion about Transfiguration, Cho cuddling her rabbit, lost in thought while gazing out the window.

George waved a dried fish, attempting to rouse Boba, who dozed with eyes shut, indifferent to his antics. Meanwhile, Fred and Lee Jordan battled in a game of wizard chess...

Percy cleared his throat and inquired, "The pranks outside—nothing to do with any of you?"

Fred raised his head, sounding upset. "Percy, what's that supposed to mean? Are we the only ones causing trouble? We're your brothers..."

His voice grew louder and angrier, and a tear appeared in his eye.

Percy coughed and apologized, "I'm just checking, that's all."

George chimed in, "Isn't it the prefect's job to inspect? Ah, I get it now!"

George and Fred exchanged a smile, teasing Percy, "Looks like someone's prepping for the prefect life early. Next year's position is yours for sure."

Percy blushed and shut the door firmly.

Lee Jordan stowed away the Wizard Chess set, expressing concern, "Is this fine? What if Professor McGonagall finds out..."

Fred cleared away mischievous potion from the corners of his eyes, putting on a serious facade. "Hmm, five points from Gryffindor!"

George patted Lee Jordan's head and reassured him, "No need to fret. School hasn't commenced yet... Technically, it's still summer break, and Professor McGonagall won't be taking points from our house."

Fred interjected, "Remember, Slytherin has been winning the House Cup six times straight, so everyone's striving to bring them down. Even Professor McGonagall.

Hey, Li, what's in your backpack?"

Fred's slight remarked captured everyone's attention.

Lee Jordan grinned smugly, pulling out a substantial stack of newspapers from his backpack.

"Behold, the Daily Prophet editions I've amassed all summer! It's packed with reports about your family and Malfoy—it's all novel-worthy material.

"Ah, please, get it away! My mother's been on a fiery rampage because of these papers lately! Just the sight of the Daily Prophet reminds me of her scolding," lamented George, clutching his head in mock agony.

William swiftly snatched the newspaper and laid it out on the table.

To his astonishment, he spotted his own photo...

It was a moving image: William's wand glowed, and a calf appeared over Draco smashing him on the ground, and taking his first ever kiss.

In fancy cursive font, the headline read: "Outrageous! When Will School Bullying End!"

As William flipped through the papers, he stumbled upon an education column featuring a plea from the Brick Household for changes in Hogwarts' educational system, especially protesting salary reductions for professors.

However, the most eye-catching section was a photo capturing Mr. Weasley and Malfoy in a fight, tearing at each other's clothes.

The Daily Prophet extensively covered and followed this incident, splitting it into seven sections and fourteen editions for detailed reporting.

The headline was particularly alarming, standing out more than others: "Shocking Incident! Ministry of Magic Officials Assaulting Innocent Citizens on the Streets!"

It appeared to be penned by a biased reporter favoring the Malfoy family, evident in another headline: "Humanity at Risk! Malfoy Openly Assaulted by Key Ministry Dignitaries!"

Needless to say, Dumbledore also had someone in the Propaganda Department.

The Quidditch commentators' takes were rather peculiar. One scribbled: "Scotland's Sizzling Failure just like Diagon Alley's fight of Malfoy's and Weaseley's

Another comment read: "Shh! Don't say it out loud otherwise he will complain is to the ministry.

The most extreme report seemed to be titled: "A Street Embrace by Two Elderly Wizards, Weasley and Malfoy Exchanging Affections and stripping on the street."

William took a quick look at the author's name, Rita Skeeter.

Just as he was about to inquire about the witch, a blood-curdling scream pierced through his ears.

It was a gut-wrenching, spine-chilling cry that seemed to echo right into his soul.

Fred nearly flipped the table, clutching his trousers and bellowing, "George, William, what did you do to Sniff? It bit me! Oh, that stings!"

William recalled that Fred had initially retrieved Sniff from his pants, so the location of the bite.

Fred started shaking and crying.

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