With the Chamber of Secrets mystery resolved and Hogwarts safe once more, the school year drew to a close. The castle's mood shifted from tense to jubilant, students celebrating their survival with feasts, fireworks, and late-night storytelling. Sagar, ever the observer and instigator, watched the festivities with a wry smile, knowing just how much chaos he had helped stir from the shadows.
When the Hogwarts Express pulled away from Hogsmeade Station, Sagar settled into his compartment, the countryside rolling past in a blur of green and gold. The Patel twins joined him, chattering about their first year's adventures and the promise of a quieter summer. Sagar listened, amused, but his mind was already drifting to the months ahead.
The Jadhav Manor in Summer
Returning to Jadhav Manor, Sagar found the house alive with the laughter of his staff and the gentle hum of magic in the air. Mira had organized a garden festival, Tippy prepared elaborate feasts, and the twins explored the estate's every nook and cranny. Sagar spent long afternoons in the sun-dappled library, reading rare magical tomes and plotting new enchantments for the house.
He hosted stargazing nights in the enchanted orchard, where the trees glowed with floating lanterns and the sky shimmered with shooting stars. Sometimes, friends from Hogwarts would visit, and the manor would ring with the sound of magical duels, storytelling, and midnight snacks.
Yet beneath the peace and laughter, Sagar felt a stirring—a sense that something new and dangerous was waiting just beyond the horizon. He practiced spells in secret, sharpened his mind with puzzles and riddles, and listened for whispers of strange magic on the summer breeze.
Shadows on the Horizon
As August waned, a letter arrived by owl, sealed with a mark Sagar hadn't seen in years: the sigil of Demodar, an old rival whose name carried a weight of unfinished business and ancient power. The message was brief, but the challenge was clear. Sagar's heart quickened—not with fear, but with the thrill of a new game.
He tucked the letter away, his mind already racing with possibilities. Vacation had been a time of rest and renewal, but now, the story was calling him forward once more.