Harry Potter: Wizards Supersmacy

Chapter -8.

Brian strolled back into the Slytherin common room, tidying up the textbooks he had left scattered in front of the fireplace. He let out a small yawn, feeling a bit tired.

The harvest this time wasn't too shabby!

[Witnessed and participated in the discovery of the trapdoor, Witness Points +0.5×2]

Since he was involved in the whole process, he got double the witness points, but it still only added up to 1 point.

"Wow, witness points are even harder to come by than I thought," Brian mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

It was late, and when he made his way back to the dormitory, the lights were out. From a distance, he could hear the familiar snores of Crabbe and Goyle.

But tonight, Malfoy was wide awake, sitting up in his four-poster bed, waiting for him in the dark.

"Where have you been, Brian?" he whispered, his gray eyes glinting in the shadows.

"I was just wondering if you were trying to mess up my good work again," Malfoy teased, a smirk on his face.

"Ah, Draco, I heard what you said, and I was a bit worried about you, so…" Brian replied gently, unable to hide his concern.

"I waited for Potter and the others but didn't wait for you, and almost got caught by Filch instead," Brian continued softly. "Looks like I did something unnecessary. You were clever with your little trick, Draco."

"But you messed it up!" Malfoy's voice rose, but thankfully, Crabbe and Goyle remained fast asleep.

"I'm really sorry about that. But if we had just talked it out beforehand, it wouldn't have happened, right?" Brian shrugged.

"I don't need you doing unnecessary things!" Malfoy gritted his teeth.

"No, I think we're friends, Draco," Brian said, looking into Malfoy's eyes with sincerity. "Friends should help each other."

Malfoy turned his head away, huffing.

"I think friends should support each other even if they don't always see eye to eye, right?" Brian's soft voice caught Malfoy's attention. "Maybe we don't always understand each other, but that doesn't define our friendship."

"We definitely have more moments where we're on the same page, don't we?" Brian smiled.

"But your outrageous comments…" Malfoy frowned.

"No, Draco, those are just things that adults should think about; I'm just sharing my naive opinions," Brian interrupted.

"I really mean it, Draco. I want your approval, so I'll keep sharing my thoughts with you because you're my best friend," he added sincerely.

Malfoy lifted his chin, speaking proudly, "But I won't agree with your outrageous comments. I'll prove to you that I'm right."

"So, it's just a little disagreement; it won't change our friendship. You'll keep it a secret for me, right?"

"Hmph, I might reluctantly keep it from my dad, but you'll have to think about how to bribe me," Malfoy said, raising his chin even higher.

"Of course! So, are we good now?" Brian smiled, finding Malfoy's antics quite endearing.

"Not yet; I still need a few days before I can forgive you," Malfoy said, pulling the curtain of his bed around him.

Brian sat quietly in the dark, his gaze calm and thoughtful.

...

In the days that followed, things between him and Malfoy returned to normal. They both agreed to avoid discussing their differing opinions and let each other be. In fact, aside from that little spat, they grew even closer.

Brian continued to dive into his studies of Wizardry, and Malfoy joined him for a few days, but he soon went back to teasing Harry Potter and his friends.

It felt to Brian like Malfoy was just a mischievous kid trying to get attention from his parents.

He and Daphne didn't bring up that night's conversation again, and their friendship remained strong.

Hermione had a few minor complaints in her letters, but mostly they chatted about schoolwork. Miss Know-It-All was like a walking encyclopedia; asking her questions was always a smart move.

Harry's attitude towards him improved a lot; at least they nodded at each other when they crossed paths. But Ron stubbornly thought Brian was up to no good, convinced he was sneakier than Malfoy and felt it was his duty to keep an eye on Harry.

Outside of the story, they were all real people with their own ups and downs, much more vivid than what was written in the book, leaving Brian feeling a bit lost.

This was the real world, but Brian was becoming increasingly unsure about what he was really after; maybe he didn't even know himself.

It felt like he was just going with the flow, getting by.

When life becomes routine, everything starts to feel natural.

Putting aside those confusing thoughts, Brian's studies fell into a nice rhythm, and he could handle the praise Professor Snape gave him in Potions class.

Snape always seemed to pick on Harry, to the point where Harry left Potions looking a bit frazzled every time.

Of course, Brian and Malfoy became the star students in Potions. Snape praised them for their performance in every lesson and generously awarded points to Slytherin.

Whenever that happened, Malfoy would shoot a proud glance in Harry's direction, a smug smile on his face that even made Brian feel a little tempted to punch him.

Daphne, on the other hand, was more steady; she wasn't the top of the class, but she rarely made mistakes. Recently, she had some disagreements with Pansy Parkinson and vented to Brian that she never wanted to deal with her again. Brian just patiently comforted her.

Kids' moods change quickly; soon enough, she and Pansy were back to being friends. Pansy wasn't too overbearing with her friends; most of the time, she was just a regular girl, though sometimes her words could be a bit blunt and hurtful.

As for Crabbe and Goyle, Brian thought they were just disasters.

He tried to teach them the Transfiguration they had just learned, like turning a matchstick into a needle.

Crabbe always ended up blowing the matchsticks into tiny wooden splinters, which were so fine they could pierce skin, leaving them all picking splinters out of their hands for days. The four of them in the dormitory felt prickly all over.

Clearly, Crabbe wasn't great at precise magic; he had a broad and powerful style but lacked control.

Brian had been trying to tell him to practice control, but Crabbe didn't seem to take it seriously.

As for Goyle, it took him a week to barely turn a matchstick into a crooked, worm-like object. Malfoy secretly believed neither he nor Crabbe would pass the O.W.L. exam.

But there was no doubt that Transfiguration was Malfoy's least favorite class; he always claimed he wasn't scared of Professor McGonagall at all, he just wanted to keep up a gentlemanly appearance in front of the girls.

It's worth mentioning that not long ago, Malfoy dragged him to watch a Quidditch match, Slytherin versus Ravenclaw, and Brian earned 0.1 witness points from it.

Though it was rare, he couldn't believe how many matches he had missed. He had never been a big fan of Quidditch; to him, it felt like a complete waste of time.

Later, Brian took the initiative to watch every Quidditch match, leading Malfoy to mistakenly think he loved it too and constantly complain about Gryffindor letting Potter, that scarhead, join the house team early.

Of course, a very important thing was that Brian could finally start learning the art of Occlumency.

During this time, Brian learned the Silencing Charm, which could eliminate his own sound. After several nights of practice, he finally managed to sneak into the Restricted Section and found the book "How to Lock Your Brain."

It looked like an ordinary book and didn't have any reading thresholds, which was a huge relief for Brian.

It's important to know that most books in the Restricted Section have certain reading thresholds; if you can't pass them, you simply can't read them, and trying to force it would only backfire.

For example, in the original story, Harry once snuck into the Restricted Section and opened a book that let out a chilling scream. That was a test, and also a form of protection.

So right now, Brian wasn't too interested in the books in the Restricted Section.

He didn't take it directly; he could just picture the scene. Madam Pince would discover a book missing from the Restricted Section the next day, and for a long time afterward, she would search every student's bag entering the library, keeping a close eye on everyone.

He pulled out a roll of parchment, took out a quill, and cast a little spell on it, which he jokingly called the Imprinting Spell. Its function was simple: to quickly write down the words he saw in front of him.

So the professors never assigned copying tasks.

Brian spent three nights successfully copying the book and officially began practicing the Occlumency Spell.

After studying, Brian discovered that it was a deep and complex magic, which posed a significant challenge for him.

In the entire magical world, only a handful of wizards truly master the Occlumency Spell. However, among those truly powerful wizards, most have mastered this magic, which can genuinely protect your mind.

It's not just used to counter Legilimency.

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TL/N :- Reading this? Throw some powerstones then!!!