And he had just become the most dangerous thing at Hogwarts. A walking, ticking, repacked bomb. And somewhere in the castle, a dozen more marbles, ribbons, and pebbles were waiting for their owners to flick their thumbs.
Leo didn’t answer. His hand was in his pocket, fingers curled around the cool, smooth marble. He felt the pulse of trapped magic inside it—hot, angry, impatient.
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The crackling fireplace in the Gryffindor common room was usually a source of warmth and comfort. But for Leo, a seventh-year with a tarnished prefect badge, it was a spotlight illuminating his shame. He wasn't studying ancient runes or brewing Felix Felicis. He was holding a small, lead-lined box.
But the seventh-years saw the real potential. The Triwizard Tournament was banned. Dueling was sanitized. True, dangerous magic was locked away in the Restricted Section and in the memories of aging professors. Until now. And he had just become the most dangerous thing at Hogwarts
The duel was the next morning. The venue was the Clock Tower Courtyard, pre-dawn. A small crowd gathered, wrapped in invisibility cloaks and muffling charms. Sebastian stood opposite, cracking his knuckles, his wand a simple holly wood. He looked confident, bored even.
When the smoke cleared, Sebastian was on his back, robes smoking, hair singed. He was alive—just. The courtyard looked like a dragon had used it as a landing pad. Leo didn’t answer
“Leo?” Sebastian croaked, sitting up. “What did you do?”