I am Peter Pettigrew

Next morning I along with professor Flitwick am standing in the Ravenclaw common room. The whole house is standing Infront of us, around 200 students.

Elara Silver, a 6th year student along with 4 other girls from different years are in front of us.

Flitwicks face is red, last night I went to his room, woke him up and told him everything, I might have exaggerated a few things, so he is extremely pissed. I even stopped him from going to the Ravenclaw common room right then, arguing that we will take action early in the morning, to let the students sleep right now. His thoughts stewed the whole night and now are ready to burst.

"This is highly shameful, we had the same issue last year and the year before that. I thought that I had made myself clear but you didn't listen and this time even went further ahead." He shouts.

"But sir it wasn't us, we were....." One of the girls tries to defend themselves.

"I don't want to hear anything, last year even mister Lovegood complained about how his daughter is treated in the house. If it was upto me I would have you 5 expelled"

The girls gain looks of shock and fear on their faces.

"Sadly, Professor Pettigrew talked me out of it. You 5 will have detention for the whole year with Professor Pettigrew here. Along with that I will personally write letters to your parents about this incident. 100 points will be deducted from the house. I hope there will not be a repeat of this again, there will be no warning next time." He looks at the students angrily and storms out of the room.

Being a half goblin himself, Flitwick spent most of his life being ostracized, so when I told him how his house treats Luna for being different, he really connected with her. Before today no one had complained seriously or told him everything. Luna herself kept quite most of the time, but due to my meddling and overcomplicating things he really blew a gasket this time.

I really need to stop creating trouble for my own amusement, hah, until I get bored again.

The whole house looks shocked but I can see some of them being quite angry, this could fire back on Luna.

"Excuse me everyone, I know you want to get to breakfast but I would like to say a few words" I say out loud.

The students look up at me.

"I'm really disappointed in all of you. Although professor Flitwick only punished the 5 of you" I point towards the 5 girls standing in front.

"I lay the blame on the whole house, only a few students might have been directly involved in the bullying but most of you must have seen or knew what was happening, yet none of you tried to stop it. You let a girl get bullied not only physically but mentally Infront of you.

We all know the feeling of wanting to belong, to feel powerful, to be part of something. But sometimes, that desire gets twisted. It turns into putting others down, making them feel small, to feel better about ourselves. That's bullying.

Maybe you think it's harmless, a quick joke, a way to fit in. But those jokes, those taunts, they leave scars. They make someone feel isolated, unsafe, even worthless. Is that the kind of power you want?

Think about it. The person you're bullying, they have dreams, just like you. They have fears, they have insecurities. They walk these halls feeling the same pressure to fit in, to be liked.  Wouldn't it be better to build each other up, not tear each other down?

True strength doesn't come from making others feel weak. It comes from having the courage to be kind, to stand up for what's right, even when it's not popular. It comes from using your voice to lift others, not crush them.

Look around you. This school, this community, it's a tapestry woven from all of us. Each thread, unique, valuable. When we bully, we rip holes in that tapestry. We weaken the whole thing.

Let us be the ones that use our strength to create a school where everyone feels welcome, respected, and empowered to be their best selves.

Make a choice today. Choose kindness. Choose strength. Choose to be the reason someone smiles, not the reason they cry. You have that power. Let's use it for good."

The students are silent, they have complicated expressions on their faces. Most of them look at me as if seeing me for the first time.

With that tear jerking speech I leave the common room. As soon as I come out a smile comes to my face, hah, I don't believe a single word I said there but for the image I want people to have of me that needed to be said.

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It's lunch time on the same day. The whole hall is looking at and murmuring about the Ravenclaws. They lost a hundred points over night and most of them look dejected.

I and Flitwick had a talk with Dumbledore informing him about the whole ordeal. So the general mood in the hall is a bit sombre.

Afterwards I asked Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys to visit me in my office.

I explained to them, the situation about Luna and ask them to look after her, they don't have to become friends or anything just make sure no one treats her badly, if they think anything is wrong, I asked them to inform me.

I especially asked Ginny to try to become friends with her as a favour to me.

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"Now what constitutes dark magic??" I ask the class in front of me.

Half of them are 5th year Ravenclaws, my speech fresh in their minds, the other half is Slytherin.

I point towards a student who raised his hand.

"The Dark Arts encompass many spells and actions ranging from using the Unforgivable Curses to brewing harmful or poisonous potions to breeding Dark creatures such as Basilisks" he says.

"That's correct but what inherently makes some magic dark while others are fine. Have you ever thought why are spells like the unforgivables considered dark. Compare the killing curse to the the bombardment spell, both can be used to kill someone, while one makes the victim drop dead, the other can blow you to bits and pieces, quite a grotesque death. Still only one of them is considered unforgivable, why??" I look around the class.

The students seem to think deeply, I let them think for a few minutes until one of them raises their hand.

"Yes Miss Chang"

"Intent" she says indecisively.

"Yes, go on"

"The difference comes from intent, while all spells can be used to harm someone in some way, some spells require malicious intent to be able to cast." She says confidently this time.

"Correct, 5 points to Ravenclaw, one of the first things you learn when you come to hogwarts is spell casting and the single biggest factor in being able to cast is intent. When the intent is negative the magic most of the time is considered dark. Imagine magic like a tool. Regular spells are like hammers and screwdrivers - they can build things or fix them, depending on your intentions. Dark magic is like a sledgehammer - it's strong, but it can easily break things. It's mostly used to hurt or control others. Using dark magic too much can even turn bad for the user"

I drone on while the class takes notes. The fifth year classes are the ones I hate most. Their syllabus in short is laws, morals and theory. So mostly boring stuff.

Soon the class ends and the students leave. This was my last class today and I'm quite looking forward to what I have planned today. It's Monday so I'll have the first detention with the students from Ravenclaw today.

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I'm sitting on my desk, going through homework submitted by the 6th years. It's an essay on methods to identify curses, a bit boring so I have my trusty Amanda with me. She's kneeling under the table deep throating my cock. This makes the ordeal of checking homework much more bearable.

Soon there's a knock on the door.

"Come in" I say.

In walk the five Ravenclaw girls. They have looks of shame on their faces. Since my speech their standing in their house has crumbled.

They line up in front of me. I have set up another table in the office with seats for 5 people.

"Today you are going to help me check some homeworks, on that table are piles of 1st, 2nd and 3rd year homeworks. I have made notes on how to grade them. Kindly check the instructions. Elara you'll check the 3rd year homeworks, Marietta and Mandy you will be responsible for the 2nd years while Lisa and Loretta will take the 1st years. Any questions" I ask.

"No questions sir, we just wanted to apologise for our behaviour" Elara says.

"Their is nothing you have to apologise to me for" I raise my eyebrows and look at them.

"We have already apologised to Luna and we promise to do better from now onwards" says Lisa.

"That's good, maybe over the year if I see that you guys remain true to your words, I will think about shortening the span of your detentions"

They nod to me with small smiles and get to work. Sometimes I'm a bit afraid of my genius, not only did I get to improve my image in the school I also got workers to check the lower years homeworks for me. This will reduce my workload quite a bit.

"Ghk" a sound comes from under the table. Thankfully no one notices. I have arranged the office so that I will not be in their direct line of sight, along with their table being far away that small noises will not reach them.

None of them have any idea that one of their fellow students is choking on my dick right under the table along with me being naked from the waist down, hidden from them.

I keep checking the assignments on my table with my right hand while the left moves down the table to rest on Amanda's head. Her hair is soft, my fingers trail her cheeks which are puffed due to my cock in her mouth. I move my hand lower and into her shirt, copping a feel of her bountiful breasts.

Finally after a few more minutes of her ministrations, I silently cum down her throat. I try to play it off as me taking a relaxing breath. None of the other girls seems to think anything is fishy.

I look down at Amanda to see her gulping down my cum and then again start cleaning my cock with her tongue.

I open my legs further pushing her head down to focus on my balls. Life is good, I'm glad I took Dumbledore up on the offer to be a teacher at this school.

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