"THOMAS!"
"SNAPE"
Both Students looked to see both Lily and Alice running with notice.
Lily looked at Thomas as she spoke. "Please tell me you didn't forget what day today is"
Thomas took a few seconds as he spoke. "Shit, History Class Project let's Go Lily".
Sybill looked at ThoThomas as she spoke. "Do you have your notes".
Thomas went to his back as he tried to find his Note for the Salem Witch Trials, as for Snape, he found his notes for the Werewolf Rights Protection of 1783 as he went with Alice to the History Class.
Thomas looked at Sybill. "So, how far is the end of Ravenclaw common room to this class?".
"Far".
Thomas groaned as he and Lily broke into a jog, racing down the corridor.
"Why is everything in this castle either a mile apart or behind a moving staircase?" Thomas muttered.
Lily, half-laughing, half-panicked, replied, "Welcome to Hogwarts! Where time is fake and hallways hate you!"
Sybill, trying to keep up behind them, called out, "You realize Binns won't notice if you're late, right? He doesn't even know he's dead!"
Thomas waved back, "Yeah, but I don't want to be late. Lily gets scared when she's stressed."
Lily shot him a look. "I heard that."
Thomas grinned. "Good. Fear keeps me fast."
As the group rushed through a shortcut behind a tapestry, Thomas clutched his notes and sword tighter, muttering to himself, "Salem, fire, hysteria, executions, don't forget the theory of the parasite…"
They were halfway down the stairwell when it moved again.
"Of course," Thomas said, staring upward. "This castle is sentient and hates punctuality."
Thomas then put Qi on his feet; as he jumped, he grabbed one of the rally lifts and jumped two more stairwells.
"You Go, Lily, I will make it to class after I make it to the common room first".
Lily stared in disbelief as Thomas launched himself through the air like a martial artist out of a wuxia novel, catching railings and flipping upward with unnatural grace.
"Did he just—?!" Sybill blinked. "He just bounced off a wall. Like an acrobat!"
"He's going to get detention and a broken leg," Lily muttered, already sprinting toward the History classroom with her notes in hand. "I don't have time to question reality today!"
Meanwhile, Thomas landed near the top of the stairwell, his robes fluttering behind him as he sprinted toward the Ravenclaw common room, mentally mapping the fastest path.
"Gotta get the Salem notes… can't let Lily down... and Snape's already smug enough without me messing up."
As he disappeared around the corner, Sybill stood there catching her breath.
"I need to ask what kind of vitamins he takes," she muttered before heading to class the normal, non-death-defying way.
Thomas arrived in the Gryffindor common room, as he looked at the eagle door
The Eagle door looked as it spoke. "Ah, a Gryffindor student, to enter this room, you must answer by riddle".
Thomas just spoke in a rush. "Listen I don't have time for this, I am gonna be late for projects"
The eagle knocker gave a small hum, sounding vaguely amused. "Ah, but time is relative, and riddles are eternal. Now, answer this to proceed: What can fill a room but take up no space?"
Thomas groaned internally. "Light," it's light. Everyone knows this one. But instead of saying it, he took a deep breath and spoke clearly, "Light."
The door clicked and slowly creaked open, the eagle's voice echoing, "Correct. But next time, do not treat the sacred art of riddles like a nuisance."
Thomas dashed through the entrance. "Yeah, yeah, I'll write you a poem later," he muttered under his breath.
He ran across the common room, past a pair of first-years playing wizard chess and a couple of older Ravenclaws reading by the fire.
"Where's my—there!" He yanked his notes from his bag, stuffed them under his arm, and bolted back toward the door.
"Please let Lily stall for time," he muttered as he launched himself back out into the corridor, qi reinforcing his legs once again.
Thomas bolted down the hallways like a blur, vaulting over steps, ducking under floating candlesticks, and zigzagging through moving staircases like he'd done it all his life. His Sword God reflexes combined with qi reinforcement made it look like a dance—if dancing included nearly crashing into a suit of armor.
He skidded around the final corner, nearly slamming into a group of Hufflepuff second-years.
"Coming through!" he called, wind whipping behind him.
Finally, he burst through the History of Magic classroom doors—right as Professor Binns, already halfway through his usual sleepy monologue, paused and floated slightly upward in mild surprise.
Thomas exhaled sharply and made his way to his seat, sliding in beside Lily with a grin.
"Got the notes!" he whispered.
Lily gave him a flat look. "We're the next group."
"Perfect timing then," he whispered back, smoothing out his slightly crumpled parchment.
Snape and Alice were already at the front of the room finishing their summary of the Werewolf Rights Protection of 1783. Thomas caught the last of Snape's precise, clipped delivery:
"...and while the legislation did not provide full equality, it set a precedent for magical creature protections, especially in the Eastern territories."
Professor Binns floated slightly higher and gave a rare, faint nod. "Well-structured. Miss Rose, Mister Snape, take your seats."
As Alice and Snape returned to their seats, Binns gestured lazily. "Miss Evans and Mister Lazarus. You're next."
Thomas stood, rolled his shoulders, and turned to Lily. "Shall we?"
She sighed. "Let's just hope you don't accidentally say 'cultivation' again this time."
Thomas grinned as they walked to the front. "No promises."
Binns looked at Thomas and Lily as he spoke. "So, which one of you two will go first, Miss Evan or Mister Lazarus?".
Lily woke as she spoke. "Me, mine is about the Elf war of 876"
Professor Binns gave a ghostly nod, his translucent form hovering slightly higher with mild interest. "Very well, Miss Evans. Proceed."
Lily stepped forward, unrolling her parchment with practiced care. Her voice was calm, steady—clearly rehearsed—but there was passion behind it, especially when it came to fairness and injustice.
"The Elf War of 876 was not a single event, but a drawn-out conflict that lasted nearly a decade. It began when a coalition of wizarding families in Western Europe attempted to fully strip house-elves of the limited rights they already possessed, reducing them to nothing more than tools bound entirely by bloodline oaths.
"At the heart of the rebellion was a house-elf known as Ilrix, who had served a noble French family. When he was ordered to kill a Muggle child and refused, the family tried to destroy him. Ilrix escaped and became a symbol of resistance. Dozens of elves followed him, and eventually, hundreds. What began as small-scale rebellions grew into organized raids on manors known for cruel treatment."
She flipped to the next page of her notes.
"Despite their magical bindings, house-elves demonstrated advanced forms of magic outside typical wand law. Some records suggest they developed a unique communal form of enchantment—though unrecognized by the Ministry even to this day. While the war was ultimately suppressed, it ended with a secret treaty known as the Grey Accord. The Accord is still sealed and classified by the Department of Mysteries."
There were a few quiet murmurs across the class.
Lily closed her notes and looked around. "I believe the Elf War reminds us that magical power doesn't always equal magical justice—and that even those seen as lesser are capable of change when given a reason to rise."
Professor Binns actually blinked. "Surprisingly… well-articulated. Thank you, Miss Evans. Mister Lazarus, your turn."
Thomas stepped up, rolling his shoulders. "Alright, mine's about the Salem Witch Trials—but not the version you read in Muggle textbooks."
Professor Binns looked at Thomas as he spoke. "Um, Mr Lazarus, are you sure you wanna discuss a topic like that, especially Amongst your fellow first-year Student's?".
Thomas blinked, caught slightly off guard by the question. "Well… yeah, Professor. I think it's important. Besides, history isn't always comfortable, right?"
Binns gave a ghostly sigh, as though he already knew this would stir something. "Very well… but be advised, Mister Lazarus, the Salem Witch Trials are a volatile topic even among historians. Proceed."
Thomas cleared his throat and opened his notes, though most of it was memory. He glanced around at the other students—some curious, others hesitant—and began:
"The Salem Witch Trials in the late 1600s weren't just about Muggle hysteria. According to some lesser-known magical accounts, the spark wasn't just religious paranoia—it may have been the result of magical interference."
He paused for a moment, scanning the room.
"Some records suggest a rogue wizard, or perhaps a dark magical entity, used a compulsion charm or a form of subtle mental corruption to stir suspicion in the town. Why? No one knows for sure. Maybe as a test, maybe for chaos. But the result was that Muggles began accusing each other of witchcraft—some of whom were, in fact, real witches or wizards trying to live quietly."
He flipped the page.
"One theory is that the magical world allowed the panic to play out because they feared exposure. The early American wizarding community wasn't organized yet—MACUSA didn't even exist until 1693, the same year the trials ended. It's said that the death toll on the magical side was quietly covered up and not just the twenty people Muggles recorded."
He looked up, more serious now.
"The Trials weren't just a tragedy. They were a warning. About fear, about secrecy, and about what happens when people—magical or not—let fear lead instead of facts."
There was a long silence after he spoke. A few students looked unsettled. Others looked thoughtful.
Binns gave a slow, hovering nod. "An… unusual perspective. But presented with clarity. Thank you, Mister Lazarus."
Thomas stepped back, muttering under his breath, "Wasn't even the darkest version I know…"
Thomas went to Lily as he spoke. "You, a lot does things I had to make up".
Lily looked as she spoke. "Yeah, we don't even have history Pages fo 1692 and 1693, but hey you did your best".
Thomas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Still, I feel like half of what I said could either get me a failing grade or a Ministry visit."
Lily gave a small laugh, nudging his arm. "Relax. Binns barely notices the living, let alone files reports to the Ministry. And honestly? You made it interesting. People actually listened. That's a miracle in his class."
Thomas grinned a bit. "Yeah, well... let's just hope I didn't accidentally uncover some buried secret that gets me Obliviated in my sleep."
Lily gave him a teasing look. "If anyone tries, I'll hex them. Then I'll make Sybill predict their doom."
Thomas chuckled. "That's oddly comforting."
Lily looked at Thomas as she spoke. "Oh, it is James turn".
Thomas looked at her as he spoke. "Oh, I wonder who James picked since he could pick Sirius, hahahahhahahahaha no way"
Thomas laughed as he saw James Lucius, as their presentation just like all the students were two different topics James was talking about the first ever invention and the start of Quidditch and Lucius was about the first discovery of Dragon's
Thomas looked at Lily as he spoke. "They look they wanna strangle Eachother".
Lily stifled a laugh, whispering, "It's like watching two peacocks fight over the last shiny rock."
James was gesturing wildly with a broomstick diagram floating beside him, clearly annoyed Lucius had conjured a smoky illusion of a dragon breathing fire behind him.
Lucius, ever the aristocrat, spoke in a calm, smug tone, "And unlike some childish sports, dragons actually contributed to magical development and understanding of elemental transmutation."
James cut in with a scoff, "Yeah? But dragons never brought an entire community together like Quidditch! First match was 1050, and it's still going strong—meanwhile, most dragon scholars got burned or eaten!"
Thomas leaned toward Lily with a grin. "At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if one of them just hexed the other mid-sentence."
Lily smirked. "Five Sickles on Lucius being the first to snap."
Thomas laughed quietly. "You're on."
Behind them, Snape and Alice were clearly trying not to roll their eyes too hard. Sybill just whispered to herself, "I foresee at least three detentions coming from this presentation."
They both looked at each other. "Ok that's it, wingardium leviosa"
One shock wave later James and Lucius got detention and someone is trying to bring back Sybill and Thomas who were hanging by the glass because they were this close to Falling into the ground
As the shockwave subsided and the classroom slowly stopped spinning, the room erupted into chaos.
Thomas dangled by the window frame, gripping it with one hand, the other holding onto Sybill's wrist as she clung to him for dear life.
"THIS IS NOT HOW I PLANNED TO DIE!" Thomas yelled, feet flailing just above the courtyard three stories down.
Sybill whimpered, "I SAW THIS IN A VISION BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS METAPHORICAL!"
Inside, Alice and Snape were scrambling to pull the two up while Professor Binns, entirely unbothered and half-transparent, muttered something about "youthful exuberance" and floated through a wall—to no one's surprise or help.
James and Lucius, both smoking slightly from their wands, glared at each other from opposite sides of the rubble, robes scorched and egos singed.
"This is your fault," they said in unison.
Meanwhile, a very tired prefect muttered, "I swear if one more Gryffindor starts levitating in class..."
Thomas, still hanging out the window, grunted. "Next time I'm skipping history class."
Sybill coughed. "Next time, you can have the vision..."
Hospital Wing, Ten Minutes Later…
Madam Pomfrey was not having a good day.
She marched over with a tray of potions, slamming it onto the bedside table. "Hanging out windows during class, shockwave spells in a history lecture, and someone brought in a tarot card papercut! What is WRONG with your year group!?"
Thomas winced as Sybill dabbed his scraped knuckles with a cloth. "Technically, Madam Pomfrey, I didn't cast the spell. I was just hanging on for dear life."
Sybill nodded solemnly. "And I was clinging to Thomas for dear life. So, technically, I'm just collateral damage."
Madam Pomfrey glared at them both. "Collateral or not, you broke the glass, and you were halfway out of it."
Snape sat nearby, arms folded, with a slight smirk. "And they say history is boring."
James and Lucius were in opposite beds, both wrapped in bandages, shooting each other glares so intense Madam Pomfrey had to pull the curtains shut between them. Lucius muttered something about "uncivilized Neanderthals," and James responded by trying to cast a Tickling Charm under the curtain before Pomfrey nearly hexed his wand away.
Later That Evening – Detention
The clock struck eight as Thomas, Sybill, Snape, James, Lucius, and Alice stood before Professor McGonagall, who looked like she was weighing whether to give detention or just turn them into cauldrons.
McGonagall's voice was cold and firm. "Because you endangered yourself and others in an academic setting, your punishment will match the scale of your chaos. You are to reorganize and polish every trophy, every armor piece, and every artifact in the Trophy Room by hand. No wands. No magic. No excuses."
Lucius looked like he'd just swallowed a flobberworm. "Manual labor…?"
James groaned. "Do you know how many trophies are in there?"
Thomas, rubbing his still-sore hands, muttered, "Enough to make me question my entire reincarnation."
Snape actually didn't mind—he just glared at the back of James' head and counted it as a win.
Sybill, holding a polishing rag like it was cursed, looked at Thomas. "Did you foresee this?"
Thomas deadpanned. "If I did, I'd have tripped James before class."
As they entered the Trophy Room, the suits of armor seemed to glint mockingly in the candlelight.
One of them even sneezed
To be continue
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