Thomas looked at Snape and Alice. "So, what does say about the Goblin Uprising and The Werewolf Right Protest in you two's notes".
Snape adjusted his notes, his expression thoughtful as he answered first. "The Goblin Uprising, the one in 1612, right? The official records claim it was a violent rebellion sparked by Goblins demanding wand rights and full autonomy. But… most of what I found makes it seem like the Ministry at the time had already been limiting their rights more and more. It wasn't a rebellion—it was retaliation."
Alice nodded, flipping through her notebook. "And the Werewolf Rights Protests? Those were in the late 1800s. The Ministry made laws that pretty much-forced werewolves into poverty. The protests started peacefully, but after one turned violent—when a werewolf was attacked by wizards—it gave the Ministry the excuse to shut everything down and tighten restrictions."
Thomas leaned back, thoughtful. "So Goblins, Elves, Werewolves… magical beings getting stripped of rights, silenced, rewritten out of history. And then the Salem Witch Trials with missing years. Someone's cleaning house."
Sybill added, "Or trying to hide something too big to explain."
Lily looked up from her parchment, her expression serious. "It's like… every time someone or something steps out of line, they get erased or twisted into the villain."
Thomas nodded. "And maybe it's time we start figuring out who's been holding the pen."
Thomas looked at Sybill. "Actually, Sybill, do you guys house elves in America".
Sybill looked at her as she spoke. "That is a war Crime in America"
Thomas blinked. "Wait—what?"
Sybill nodded seriously. "Yeah. Enslaving magical beings like house-elves? Totally illegal. The Magical Congress classified it as a war crime over a century ago. If anyone was caught with a house-elf in servitude, they'd be arrested. Most elves in America are free citizens—or at least, they're supposed to be."
Lily's eyes widened. "But here in Britain, people just… accept it. Even the professors have house-elves working for the school!"
Snape muttered, "It's been normalized. My mother always told me it was just how things were. No one questions it."
Thomas narrowed his eyes. "That's not normal. That's brainwashing. The magical world here is stuck in the past—and it's choosing to stay there."
Sybill shrugged. "Well, Ilvermorny teaches us to question stuff. My cousin says it's why a lot of people from MACUSA don't get along with the Ministry. They think we're rebellious."
Thomas smirked. "Maybe rebellion is what this place needs."
Alice whispered under her breath, "Rebellion got people erased from history, remember?"
Thomas just nodded. "Then we'll just have to be smarter about it."
Lily looked at Snape. "If Elf are treated Better in the US, what about others?".
Snape them spoke. "I don't know much, but from what I read in my late Father's journal, Werewolf and a few other magical creatures are treated better in the East than here in the West; werewolf are also treated better in Africa as well".
Thomas leaned forward, interest flickering in his eyes. "So it's not just an American thing. Other regions respect magical beings?"
Snape gave a slight nod. "Yeah. My father's notes mentioned that in parts of East Asia, werewolves are seen as protectors or spiritual guardians in some communities. In Africa, certain tribes have rituals that allow werewolves to safely live among wizards without stigma. They're seen as cursed, yes, but not evil."
Lily frowned. "That's such a stark difference. Here, it's like the moment someone hears 'werewolf,' they think of monsters".
Thomas just Stretch as he spoke. "God, Magic Politics is as Complicated as Mugel Politics".
Lily blinked as she spoke. "How do you know about politics?".
Thomas then thought in his mind. "Shit, makeup lie, can't tell people I am reborn". Thomas then spoke. "Some of the caretakers Orphenes have interesting chats Thanksgiving".
"It's not fully lie". Thomas thought to himself.
Sybill giggled. "Well, I believe it. One of the older girls in our dorm says her dad used to rant about Ministry corruption every holiday. Gave her nightmares about parchment taxes."
Alice smirked. "Sounds like your orphanage was more informative than half the History books here."
Thomas grinned, glad the topic had shifted away from his slip. "Yeah, well… you learn to listen when adults don't think you're paying attention."
Snape flipped a page in his notebook and then looked up. "If what we're seeing is true, then the British wizarding world is way more isolated than I thought. No wonder they bury uncomfortable history—it makes it easier to control people."
Lily narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "So maybe that's why Binns avoided the Salem Trial question. There's a connection between magical discrimination and what the Ministry doesn't want people to know."
Thomas's smile faded as he looked at his notes. "Then we better keep digging—quietly. Whatever happened in those missing years... I think it changed a lot more than anyone's willing to admit."
Alice then spoke, leaning close to Thomas. "Ok, that's enough about us; tell us, why do you think the Salem Witch Trials happen?".
Thomas blinked as he stepped back from the read head. "Maybe it was ...disease, parasite, or magic used on them by another wizard on the Muggle or just mass hysteria, that why?".
Alice raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "So you're saying it might not have just been Muggle paranoia?"
Thomas nodded slowly. "Yeah. I mean, think about it—whole towns panicking, people acting strange, accusing each other without proof. That could be hysteria… or maybe someone wanted it that way. Magic used subtly, maybe dark magic, to stir the pot."
Snape tapped his quill thoughtfully. "Like a test. Or a distraction."
Sybill leaned in, voice quiet. "Or a cover-up. What if something else happened, and the Trials were just what the Muggles thought they saw?"
Lily frowned. "That would explain the missing records from 1692 and 1693. What if the magical world buried those years on purpose?"
Thomas glanced at the table, his fingers drumming the edge. "Then we're not just doing a school project anymore. We might be the first ones to ask the right questions in centuries."
The group fell silent for a moment, the weight of that realization sinking in.
Want them to discover a clue in an old journal or forbidden book next?
Snape looked as she spoke. "But you also said, why did you think it was A Disease or Parasite first?".
Thomas spoke in his mind. "Ok what do I say, I just pulled that shit out because I remember Higurashi".
Thomas kept his expression neutral, stalling just long enough to spin a quick explanation. "Well, historically, mass hysteria sometimes follows illness. There've been cases where parasites or contaminated food caused hallucinations, paranoia, stuff like that. Ergot poisoning, for example—it mimics a lot of symptoms people thought were signs of possession or witchcraft."
Snape slowly nodded, considering it. "That… actually makes a disturbing amount of sense."
Lily gave him a look. "You sure you're not secretly a Muggleborn scientist?"
Thomas laughed lightly. "Nah, just a Ravenclaw who reads weird things sometimes."
Alice narrowed her eyes, but she smiled. "Weird's starting to seem useful."
Sybill pointed to the stack of books. "Then maybe we should dig into magical diseases from the 1600s. If something unnatural caused it, there might be traces—if they didn't erase everything."
The group nodded and started to reassure me that after the day event had come to an end, everyone who didn't have quidditch practice or prefect had to return to the dorm room.
As Thomas was back in the Ravenclaw dorm room, gathering his Qi, trying to get to the 2nd Stage of Sword Cultivation, while also trying to find a way to figure out a way to go invisible.
"Hey, what is this in my bag".
Thomas's eyes opened as if he didn't feel right, He saw a Ravenclaw student holding a small Round object shaped like a baseball. "No, Don't touch it!".
Boom!
As the whole room was blasted with a horrible, horrible spell, as the whole Ravenclaw room was blasted with a stick bomb, windows were opened a few more things.
Thomas started to cough as he spoke in his head. "I am gonna kill you, James".
Feathers. There were feathers everywhere. And not just feathers—stink, glitter, and what looked suspiciously like frogspawn were slowly sliding down the walls. A few students were groaning on the floor, and others were screaming about their clothes being ruined.
One Ravenclaw first-year peeked out from behind a toppled bookshelf. "What was that?"
Thomas, still coughing and half-covered in some kind of purple goo, staggered to his feet, eyes blazing with fury. He recognized that particular type of enchanted prank from the stories he remembered. A combination of Weasley-style mayhem… and early Marauder chaos.
He looked toward the broken window, growling under his breath. "James bloody Potter."
"THOMAS!" came the screech of the Ravenclaw Prefect from the stairwell. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Thomas turned around with a straight face, pointing to the still-smoking remains of the prank device. "I didn't. That thing was snuck into my bag. I was meditating."
"Likely story," she muttered, dragging her wand out and beginning to clean up the mess with practised frustration. "If you think you're not writing to Professor Flitwick about this—"
Thomas just groaned and walked toward his bed, dripping glitter the whole way.
In his head, he swore vengeance. Cultivation or not, I'm inventing a spell. 'Humiliate Marauder Sect: Heaven-Shaming Palm.' Just wait.
Meanwhile with Sirius and James, with them was another student, a young Peter
Sirius looked at James as he spoke. "You sure we didn't make a whole enemy of Both the Ravenclaw and Slytherin houses by doing that"
James looked at Sirius as he spoke. "Nah, I don't think Malfoy has found our Stink bomb yet"
Then they heard a second explosion. "Will he do now?".
The trio winced as the faint sound of a second magical BOOM echoed from the direction of the dungeons, followed by the unmistakable screeching of angry Slytherin voices bouncing through the castle corridors.
Peter, who had been nervously chewing on a biscuit, nearly dropped it. "I-I thought we were just pranking Thomas! You didn't say anything about Slytherin! Malfoy's gonna hex us into next year!"
Sirius groaned, rubbing his temples. "James, tell me you didn't double-load the bag."
James grinned, utterly unrepentant. "Of course I did. If you're going to prank someone, do it properly. Besides, it was meant for laughs!"
"Laughs?" Peter squeaked. "You've declared war on two houses. Two. I don't want to be turned into a ferret again."
Sirius sighed. "We're going to have to come up with a counter-prank before they retaliate. And make it good."
James smirked. "Relax. What can a sword-wielding bookworm and a bunch of snake-skin snobs do to us?"
Peter glanced nervously toward the ceiling as if expecting an angry Thomas to crash through it at any moment. "Famous last words, James…"
Cut to Thomas meditating, glowing slightly with Qi, and drawing strange, rune-covered talismans.
One of the Students in the Ravenclaw dorm looked down to see Thomas smiling like a Demon and making something. "Nope".
As he moved away to do something else.
The student didn't even bother asking what Thomas was doing—he just turned and walked straight out of the common room, muttering, "I'm not getting involved. Not again."
Meanwhile, Thomas sat cross-legged on the floor, his notes scattered around him, Qi swirling faintly in the air. In front of him lay a half-finished paper talisman, faintly glowing with a silvery-blue light. The writing on it was equal parts magical runes and calligraphy from another world.
He whispered to himself with a grin, "You want war, James? Fine. You've got one."
Behind him, a small, rune-etched box was quietly vibrating with unstable magical energy—a trap-in-the-making. Nearby, another sheet of parchment had the words Operation Swordstorm scribbled at the top.
Someone coughed nervously behind him. It was Padma, one of the few Ravenclaws who hadn't fled the room.
She looked at the glowing runes, then at Thomas. "Whatever you're doing… don't aim it at the windows this time. We just got them repaired."
Thomas smirked. "No promises."
Thomas spoke in his mind as he stared down at the parchment glowing faintly beneath his fingers.
"I may not have many cultivation techniques—because I only have the Sword God Template—but I have something just as valuable: knowledge. Knowledge from every cultivation novel I've ever read, rune magic from this world, and Qi I can access freely. These may be written on normal paper, but..."
His eyes narrowed as the symbols began to resonate, reacting to his Qi.
"...with enough intent, and the right structure, even normal paper can become a conduit. I don't need ancient scrolls or divine materials. I just need focus—and vengeance."
The glow intensified. A faint humming filled the dorm room.
Thomas smirked to himself. "James Potter, Sirius Black... You wanted war. Fine. Let's see how you like it when Ravenclaw strikes back—with runes, Qi, and a whole lot of creativity."
Later, during dinner time, Thomas was smirking and looking at the Gryffindor table with enough intensity to make a hole in it.
Sybill looked at Thomas as she spoke. "Um, Thomas, why are you looking at the Gryffindor Table like that?".
Thomas looked at her as she spoke. "Same reason I told Lily and Alice to sit near the corner of the Gryffindor table today".
Sybill blinked, confusion written all over her face. "Wait… what did you do?"
Thomas didn't answer. He just grinned, eyes still locked on James and Sirius, who were busy laughing with a few other first-years, clearly unaware of the impending doom.
Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the Great Hall, followed by a flash of blue smoke erupting from under the Gryffindor table—right where James and Sirius were sitting.
A series of rune-inscribed scrolls activated in a chain reaction. Bright sparks flew, causing James's hair to turn neon pink, Sirius's robes to shrink comically tight, and Peter's shoes to start dancing on their own. All three shouted in surprise and scrambled back as their bench tipped over.
Laughter broke out across the Great Hall—especially from the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables.
Thomas leaned back, arms crossed, expression smug. "Revenge is best served with extra humiliation."
Sybill stared in stunned silence for a moment before whispering, "Remind me never to get on your bad side."
Back at the Slytherin table, the whole Table looked at Lucius.
Lucius looked at Everyone. "I swear I didn't do anything, just because I was also hit with the stink Bomb today".
Because nobody in this school will ever believe someone from Ravenclaw did anything like this.
The Slytherins continued to stare, unimpressed.
One of the older students muttered, "Sure, Lucius. And next, you'll say a Hufflepuff started a duel club."
Another leaned in. "Face it, no one's buying that a Ravenclaw — the house of bookworms — is behind all this chaos."
Lucius scowled, wiping green slime from his face with a handkerchief. "I am telling the truth! It was that Thomas boy — the one with the sword. He's not normal."
Snape, deadpan as ever, glanced up from his plate. "You think anyone who carries a sword around Hogwarts is normal?"
The table fell into a short silence.
Then Narcissa spoke calmly, "He is a Ravenclaw. Maybe the Sorting Hat was drunk this year."
Lucius sat back, arms crossed, fuming. "When I find proof, I'll—"
"—do nothing," Snape cut in. "Because if you retaliate and he has another sword duel in public, you will look like the villain."
Lucius seethed in silence as laughter broke out around the table, and from afar, Thomas simply raised his goblet in a toast.
Later that day, after dinner was done, Lucius was going to leave as Thomas approached him.
Thomas looked at him as he spoke. "So, Lucius, I would like to".
Lucius looked as he spoke. "Wait till my father heads about this Lazarus"
Thomas then finished. "Apologize for making you the escape goat".
Lucius just blinked. "I am not familiar with Mugel terms".
Thomas gave a small chuckle, folding his arms. "It means… someone who takes the blame for something they didn't do."
Lucius narrowed his eyes. "You mean you did all that?"
Thomas smirked. "Let's just say it was retaliation. And you getting hit too? That wasn't part of the plan. Collateral damage. Sorry about that."
Lucius stared at him, trying to decide whether to hex him or shake his hand. "You're a strange one, Lazarus."
Thomas tilted his head. "And you're smarter than you look, Malfoy. That's why I'm being honest with you. I don't like bullies… but I don't make enemies lightly either."
Lucius crossed his arms. "So… what's this? A truce?"
Thomas extended a hand. "More like a mutual understanding. You don't start trouble with me or my friends, and I'll make sure you're not caught in the crossfire again."
Lucius looked at the hand, then shook it after a long pause. "Very well. But don't expect me to cover for you."
Thomas smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it."
As Thomas turned and walked away, Lucius quietly muttered, "Hogwarts just got a lot more complicated."
To be continued
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