Dont forget to Vote,Review, Comment, its makes me happy ...
read lotsstory inpatre** : ilham20
"Anyway, despite a few unexpected developments, I hope everyone has a wonderful term at Hogwarts."
Given what had just happened, Dumbledore decided it was best to cut the school song short. He shot Tom and Jerry a half-exasperated, half-amused look before bringing the opening feast to a close.
Honestly, Dumbledore had no idea what to do with these two walking disasters. First there had been Fred and George, and now Tom and Jerry. It was painfully clear that Hogwarts was in for a very loud year.
And for some reason, watching the cat and mouse sitting together, Dumbledore felt a strange sense of impending doom hanging over the castle. He hadn't felt anything like it even when Voldemort was at the height of his power.
Voldemort, at least, had followed certain rules. Without magic, he was just an ordinary man. But these two?
Dumbledore still couldn't wrap his head around how they had shattered every window in the Great Hall with nothing but their voices.
This was Hogwarts. Every inch of the castle was protected by powerful defensive magic. Even Hagrid would have struggled to break the windows without using magic. Yet they had done it with a song.
Dumbledore was genuinely shaken.
Everyone knew that if Tom or Jerry were left alone, they might behave for a little while. But the moment the cat and the mouse were together, peace was officially off the table.
Besides, what kind of bad intentions could a little cat and a little mouse possibly have? They just wanted to have fun. Who could have guessed that Hogwarts glass was this fragile? One high note and it simply gave up.
Still, as a cat with principles, Tom understood that admitting fault and fixing the problem was the right thing to do. Even if, in his opinion, the glass had been the one with the problem, not him. But since the windows had shattered right when he was singing, he supposed he had some responsibility.
And this time, he wasn't the only one who had to clean up the mess.
Under the confused stares of Dumbledore and the students who hadn't left yet, Tom and Jerry exchanged a look.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
In perfect sync, they transformed. Both suddenly wore little repairman outfits, complete with wrenches and screwdrivers appearing in their paws.
"? Merlin's beard, did I miss something? These two animals just changed clothes in an instant. Is that some kind of magic? Professor, I want to learn that!"
The students still lingering in the hall stared with open envy. That was the ultimate lazy-person spell. If they could do that, they could stay in bed and battle the blankets for a few extra rounds every morning.
Even Harry and the others, who had spent an entire term with Tom, nodded along. They wanted to learn that trick too.
Especially Harry and Ron. If they had known how to do it last term, they wouldn't have been late to their first Transfiguration class because they overslept and got lost.
This was where the difference between houses showed. Harry's group was just agreeing with the other students' thoughts, but Draco was already thinking like a proper Slytherin.
Watching the little snakes around him stare with envy, Draco's eyes gleamed. An idea formed.
"Do you want to learn how to do that?" he asked the first-year Slytherins.
After a quick mental plan, he leaned in with a sly smile. "I get along pretty well with Tom—that blue cat over there. If you really want to learn, I might be able to ask him for you."
He didn't promise anything, but even that vague offer was enough to catch the new students' attention and win over most of them.
Up at the staff table, Grindelwald watched Draco with quiet approval. Even though he had supposedly turned over a new leaf (maybe), he still appreciated ambition and competence in a wizard.
But then he glanced at Newt, who was watching him like a hawk, and at Dumbledore, who was smiling pleasantly while his hand had somehow found its way to his wand. Grindelwald blinked innocently.
Meanwhile, Tom had no idea what was happening back in the Great Hall. Even if he had known, he probably wouldn't have cared—Draco using his name to recruit followers included.
In fact, if Draco offered the right price, Tom wouldn't mind looking into whether a quick-change spell was possible. After successfully creating his first original spell, inventing new magic wasn't exactly difficult for him.
But that was a problem for later.
Right now, Tom calmly pulled an absurdly tall ladder out of nowhere, set it up, and climbed it with Jerry right behind him.
Then, under the stunned eyes of the remaining students, Jerry turned into a swirling cloud of smoke. Using the ladder as a starting point, he zipped along the right side of the hall, repairing the shattered windows with cartoonish speed.
As for Tom? He stood comfortably on the ladder, watching Jerry work with a lazy, satisfied expression.
So… why did they even need the ladder? Was it just for show?!
The students were still trying to process that when something even stranger happened.
Wherever Jerry's smoke touched, the glass reformed as if time itself was running backward. At first it was just a small patch, but as the smoke spread, a brand-new pane of glass filled the entire broken section.
So how exactly was he installing glass with a wrench and screwdriver?!
The students' eyes went wide. They couldn't understand what they were seeing. If the broken glass hadn't still been on the floor, they might have started doubting whether the windows had ever shattered in the first place.
"?!"
Jerry's smoke form suddenly paused. He stood on the windowsill and glanced back at Tom, who was still just standing there looking bored.
Is he giving up because he knows he can't beat me?
The little mouse's brain filled with a giant question mark. Still, Tom's thoughts didn't matter. The next second, Jerry turned back into smoke and continued repairing the rest of the broken windows.
Tom watched Jerry work his way along the wall and let out a long, dramatic yawn.
Sure, he could do it the slow way like Jerry was doing. But this was the age of magic. Why suffer through manual labor when you could just wave a wand?
So once Jerry was nearly finished, Tom grinned, pulled out his wand, and gave it a casual flick. White light burst from the tip and spread across every broken window on the left side of the hall.
In the next instant, all the damaged glass repaired itself perfectly.
Jerry, who had just finished painstakingly fixing his section by hand, turned around and stared in disbelief.
Coach, I'm reporting a cheater!
"Those two really are good kids, aren't they?"
Once everyone had left, Dumbledore stood alone in the Great Hall and smiled as he raised his wand.
"Hmph. In the end, you still have to clean up after them," Grindelwald muttered, clearly annoyed.
Dumbledore gave his old friend a helpless smile and didn't argue. He turned toward the windows Tom and Jerry had repaired, ready to restore the castle's protective enchantments.
But when he looked at the glass, he froze.
"What's wrong?" Grindelwald asked, curious.
"Nothing," Dumbledore said slowly. "It seems I don't need to do anything at all."
He lowered his wand and walked out of the hall.
Grindelwald watched him go, then looked up at the windows himself.
The glass was covered in fresh spellwork. The magic blended so seamlessly with the rest of the castle's defenses that it looked like it had always been there.
"Interesting."
Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, murmured the single word, and followed Dumbledore out.
He had his own office, but he much preferred staying in the headmaster's quarters.
As for Jerry, the one who had caught Grindelwald's attention—
"I knew I shouldn't have picked Ravenclaw!"
Jerry stared up at the endless spiral staircase and let out a silent wail inside his head.
The first flight had been fine. The second had been manageable. By the third, he had started to suspect something was wrong. The fourth, fifth—
By the time he finally reached the top and the Ravenclaw prefect announced that they had arrived, Jerry collapsed onto the floor, panting like he had just run a marathon.
(So why is the Ravenclaw common room all the way up here?!)
While he was still catching his breath, a dreamy voice spoke beside him.
"Perhaps because the symbol of Ravenclaw is an eagle? Or maybe because Ravenclaw represents wisdom?"
Jerry froze. He was pretty sure he hadn't been speaking English just now.
He looked up. Luna was smiling down at him.
(You can understand me?)
"Shouldn't I be able to?"
Luna tilted her head, genuinely puzzled.
(—No, it's just really nice that you can.)
Jerry sighed. He still couldn't understand why Tom had chosen someone with such a unique way of thinking as his owner. Then again, he had chosen Ginny for his own reasons, so maybe it made sense.
"By the way, aren't you going to try?" Luna asked curiously.
(Try what?)
"Opening the common room door."
She pointed at the bronze eagle-shaped knocker. "Siliard said Ravenclaw's door is different from the other houses. The others need a password, but Ravenclaw's door asks a question."
(A question? Interesting. Let me try!)
Jerry's eyes lit up. He might not be able to beat Tom in a fight, but when it came to brains, he refused to lose to anyone.
He marched up and knocked confidently.
The eagle's beak opened and spoke in a gentle voice. "Please answer: What is the greatest enemy in the life of all living things?"
The other first-years who had already tried and failed watched curiously, wondering what this mouse sorted into Ravenclaw would say.
Jerry stroked his chin, thought for a moment, then brightened. "Squeak!" (The unknown!)
The eagle knocker went quiet for several seconds. Then it said, "I'm sorry, I don't understand that language."
It closed its beak and waited for the next student.
"?!"
Jerry stared at the knocker in stunned silence.
What do you mean you don't understand that language?!
"His answer was 'the unknown,'" Luna said calmly. "Even you would have to face it and overcome it."
"I think you're right," the knocker replied after a moment. "But I'm just a door knocker. You living people can deal with the unknown."
With that, the door swung open.
Jerry watched Luna use his answer to open the common room and felt his soul leave his body.
Is it too late to switch houses?
Just imagining having to climb these stairs every single day, then wait for someone else to answer the riddle for him, made Jerry feel like his future had gone completely dark.
"You're very clever," Luna said, returning to his side. "Just like Tom."
(You think so?)
She smiled. "Aren't you going inside?"
(Of course I'm going inside!)
Jerry nodded hard. He had solved the riddle himself and climbed all those stairs. Even if he ended up switching houses later, he was at least going to see what the Ravenclaw common room looked like first.