Defence and Offence
For problems: Attack the urgent, consider the important, ignore the rest.
- Lucius Malfoy, as told to Draco Malfoy (Age 9)
Just before sunrise Draco listened to Hogwarts come alive.
(Hogwarts is not alive.)
Thousands of wizards and witches scattered around the world - but mostly inthe UK - love Hogwarts dearly. They succumbed easily, often before theirsorting. Riding in gondolas under the moonlight, stomachs knotted inexcitement and dread, they’d glimpse the stonework for the first time and feelreassured by Hogwart’s quiet majesty. Older students cheered their entrance,applauded their sorting, slapped their backs as they joined their future home.First Years loved everyone by the end of that feast. Soon enough they’d bedisappointed, scolded, overworked, and betrayed. They’d run to class, dodgingPeeves, fall asleep during lectures and get sent to detention. Realityintrudes and feelings complicate. If students had to assign an averagefeeling, they’d label it ‘Good’ but could rarely point to one person that madethem feel consistently good. They felt a subconscious desire to assign thecredit somewhere.
(Hogwarts is somewhere.)
Not all students instantly loved Hogwarts. Some required another year. Mostsuccumbed eventually, and even if they considered their years a terribleexperience, they blamed people. Severus Snape - wherever he was - lovedHogwarts. If they knew of it, Muggles would adore it and become enchanted (inall senses) by its ancient splendor and bewildering secrets. Hogwartsexasperated and intrigued and intoxicated those lucky Muggles on campus. Theyexplored a strange old world ripped from children’s fables only morefantastic.
Besotted sixth years often adopted the jaded pose typical of teenagers anddenied their love. (Fifth years studied and crammed and what little time forlove they possessed we will not discuss). But as inevitable as winter turningto summer some new wonder grasped their imagination and shook away falseennui. The wrong hallway could lead to a month long quest. Strolling outsidecould turn a warm spring day into a wondrous adventure with beasts unknown, ora legend believed mythical. Romance blooms rapidly in exciting times andHogwarts adds zest to life, after a brief visit to Madam Pomfrey.
Foreigners express shock at the attendance of Hogwarts reunions, held duringSummer Solstice. Those who attend, typically as ‘plus-ones,’ bask in the sheerjoy expressed by the returning alumni. They listen to the stories, see thecamaraderie. Guests search in vain for _In Memoriam _placards around thehalls, or graveyards and mausoleums on the grounds. They wonder how Hogwartsbanished almost all the ghosts. Durmstrang is more respected than beloved.
For his part, Harry Potter forgot all about Oxford once he stepped foot onHogwarts. Oxford now reminded Harry of Geordi LaForge: talented, interesting,and a good man to have around. But you only listened to LaForge’s stories outof politeness. He won’t draw a crowd or get the green-skinned girl likeHogwarts did. (Harry had a complicated relationship with Spock). Potterrespected the Next Generation, but classics endure.
Harry loved Hogwarts knowing he loved a system, not a creature. He knewHogwarts didn’t care, wasn’t alive. He never projected emotions on it, exceptas linguistic shorthand. Not like his classmates. One march morning Harrylectured his fellow Ravenclaws about that mistake. Afterwards, Cho Changpointed to Harry James Potter-Evans-Verres’ receding form and solemnly intoned“That, fellow students, is a Dork. It may, at times, appear to have tact. Butrest assured you are just projecting it onto him. A common fallacy.”
Potter hadn’t even pontificated much. Anthropomorphizing Hogwarts barelyregistered as a fallacy: it wasn’t harmful like attributing meaning to asimple text program like ELIZA or believing in Muggle psychics. Hishalfhearted lecture stopped well short of his typical pedantry. Hogwarts stood– except for a few floating parts – uncaring. Harry knew that, but hesuspected that Hogwarts (that name being shorthand for the amazingly complexmagical system designed by the Founders) did help those who roamed itshalls.
Why else had Salazar laid down secret paths? Surely not to trap his students.Rowena had strewn puzzles to be found and solved, not to be ignored. Godricscattered magical traps to be avoided and duels to be defeated. And it justseemed like Helga Hufflepuff’s style. The Founders hid treasures behindapparently fearsome obstacles that rarely did permanent damage (as wizardscounted these things). They’d bequeathed Hogwarts, their glorious clockworksanctum, a bewildering array of enchantments. And those enchantments changed.Just last summer a staircase that rose from West to East every Tuesday for aslong as anyone could remember (except during New Moons, when it liltedslightly to the North-East and turned into a water slide) suddenly rotatedinto southerly facing trampoline and added a wading pool.
Hogwarts mutated according to some set of complex and contradictory rules thatchanged over the years, as the Founders intended. Hermione, in an mild debatewith Harry in early August, pointed out that a system that had goals, acted onthem, and evolved might not be biologically active, but the word ‘Alive’seemed to apply. She’d eventually left angry, pointing out that Harry Potterhad finally reconciled creationism with evolution.
Harry conceded the point (but only silently, to himself) and spent his sparetime coaxing secrets from these halls to unwind after the frustrations of theday and renew his sense of wonder.
Harry knows love makes people irrational.
Harry believed in Hogwarts (the system) because true learning happens outsideclassrooms. Experience and enthusiasm trump rote lectures and the Foundersknew that. So Harry Potter believed that indifferent, dead Hogwarts existed asa complex educational system. He was hardly the first to come to thatconclusion. Most Headmasters grasped this eventually. Albus PWB Dumbledoreunderstood well before assuming that mantle. Tom Riddle knew the truth andQuirinus Quirrell based his pedagogy on that insight.
While Draco spent those pre-dawn hours reconsidering and agonizing, MinervaMcGonagall started learning this lesson.
Last January a lovestruck student discovered a single passenger dirigible. Itshowed up on a fairly predictable schedule, provided you knew a smattering ofMermish. On those nights it appeared it drifted towards music. One admittedlyprecarious jump from an 8th floor window near his bed would see our fifth yearRavenclaw safely in the basket undercarriage and then whisked to a secludedparapet in the Gryffindor girl’s dormitory. Over the summer he’d gathered hiscourage and made arrangements, pleased at his cleverness. This route avoidednosy prefects and hallways patrolled by Argus Filch (who had been hired backon over the summer, much to the chagrin of all the students).
He’d studied the patterns, perfected his whistling, and plotted theastronomical charts. He’d double checked the dates: balloon would drift by at1am the first night of school. He’d hadn’t realized the tiny red zeppelinonly followed its assigned course if the basket was empty.
At 2am Hagrid, out searching for a wounded Hippogriff he’d seen from time totime, noticed an Acromantula web stretched between treetops. He’d politelyasked why it was there. Aragog ominously answered “Breakfast,” but by thenHagrid heard the boy’s cries and untangled him while fending off famishedspiders with a pink umbrella.
And so, at 3am, Headmistress McGonagall lectured the unfortunate boy andassigned one weeks detention helping Hagrid, who’d agreed to repair the web inan effort to smooth over the incident.
Seeing no chance of getting any more sleep, she’d made a cup of tea whiledespairing about the students in her charge. The trick was to lean on theundercarriage railing, which had seemed obvious to her back in her sixth year.That propelled the balloon in the opposite direction for some reason. Herthoughts drifted while she sipped her tea, wondering what she’d ever seen inthe rotund, balding, and utterly boring Undersecretary of Charms and Curses.
Draco hadn’t heard that adventure, just some trees rustling that he thoughtwas just the wind. But by five am the gentle grinding of staircases announcedthe start of the day, and Draco Malfoy decided he and may as well get up.After getting dressed Draco slipped out the door, diary in hand, to do someresearch in the remaining hours before breakfast.
The first years fell silent as Draco strode into the lecture hall withHermione and Harry Potter. They’d agreed to enter as a group after everyonewas seated. Waiting looked unimpressive - unless you suddenly snapped out of acatatonic state - and they needed to signal authority. Professor Lockhart,newly appointed Head of House Gryffindor, stood behind the professor’s desknext to an empty leather seat. Draco and his fellow generals walked in frontof the desk. Once again Draco reflected that he hadn’t looked nervous on hisfirst day of class, one long year ago.
They’d come straight from breakfast to teach the first class of the year.(“Learning how to think precedes learning what to do,” Harry Potter hadexplained to the Headmistress, who had sighed and re-arranged the schedulesseveral weeks ago).
“We are Generals Granger, Potter and Malfoy.” Draco said, indicating each inturn and bowing slightly at his own name. The class murmured, not all of themknew some classes would be taught by students. Many pointed at Hermione andwhispered. Colin Creevey was pointing to Hermione and gesturing, but thenearby students ignored him. A few less pointed to Harry Potter and barelyanyone talked about Draco.
“No talking!” said Lockhart to immediate effect. Draco continued, while Pottersurreptitiously reviewed his notes.
“Welcome to the Hogwarts, and welcome to class. For centuries, until lastyear, this class was known as ‘Defence Against the Dark Arts.’ An appropriatename, although for years our instructors only pretended to teach thatsubject. Last year’s Defence Professor, Quirinus Quirrell, actually taught us.We learned, as you will learn, how to defend ourselves. Professor Quirrell satin that chair behind me slowly dying with an illness. Outside of classes hecould barely move. But he taught vigorously and he taught us well.”
Professor Lockhart nodded approvingly.
Hermione continued “Professor Quirrell, also known as David Monroe, named theclass and the lessons he covered ‘Battle Magic.’ He broke tradition in manyways, adding the armies we Generals led as a new feature. He taught us how tofight. He taught us how to win. I can’t describe how much I learned and howmuch fun I had. Today, you get the chance. I suggest you sign up for the firstyear armies.”
Hermione cocked her head and continued, “Because without Professor Quirrell’straining, I stood no chance against the troll that killed me.”
Lockhart made no attempt to silence the class this time.
Harry Potter spoke over them. “Professor Quirrell taught us that trolls arethe third most perfect killing machine in nature. General Granger would havedefeated the troll but what she didn’t know - what nobody knew - is that shewas actually fighting the most perfect killing machine of a generation.Voldemort sent the troll.”
Some students gasped at the name. Harry had started shakily, but he’d gottenthe rhythm and had the full attention of the class.
“Voldemort sabotaged her weapons. Hermione Granger would have escaped,except for Voldemort’s interference. She had learned enough to survive a meretroll.”
Draco continued without pause.
“General Potter killed the troll. Later Professor Quirrell, despite being neardeath, fought Voldemort to a standstill. General Ganger’s aid was enough totip the balance and defeat him.”
It was Hermione’s turn.
“Make no mistake. You won’t know enough to defeat an adult Dark Wizard thisyear. I didn’t. Even weakened, Voldemort killed dozens of wizards. Darkwizards are dangerous, and it takes decades to achieve enough power to matchthem. Few do. I took advantage of lucky circumstances in that Battle.Voldemort’s ritual weakened him, Professor Monroe’s attack wounded himfurther, and I caught him by surprise.”
Harry Potter continued. “You could say she got lucky. But plenty of peoplehave opportunities. It’s not sufficient to be lucky. You need to seizeyour luck, recognize it and act. The best way to win a battle, to windecisively, is overwhelming force. Unless you are a powerful Wizard or Witch,you won’t have it. If you are weaker, the easiest way to win is to take theinitiative and do the unexpected.”
He nodded to Draco, who hid his annoyance. Draco Malfoy did not forget linesor miss his cue.
“Professor Quirrell was the greatest Slytherin of our generation. We honourhis sacrifice. His empty chair sits watching over future classes. He didn’trespect tradition but I think he’d approve this one. He’d approve studentsteaching each other in the lecture halls, just as we taught ourselves on thebattlefield.”
“Welcome,” said Hermione Granger, “to your first lecture in ‘Offense Againstthe Dark Arts.’”
“Take out your wands. Our first spell is Mahasu,” said Harry Potter as theglobes descended from the ceiling.
The first years chatted excitedly as they poured out of the lecture Hall.Professor Lockhart returned from the back room and greeted the trio. “Welldone, excellent poise and an important lesson. I know I hadn’t learned thoseskills until I had been out of school at least a decade. I worry my lecturewill seem dull,” he said, flashing them all a smile.
2nd year Defence classes had posed a problem. Last year Professor Quirrell hadeffectively taught first year classes to each grade. The older students hadn’tneeded targeting spells to gain confidence; older students cast more powerfulspells than even Draco knew, but they’d spent years thinking of Defence Classin a totally different way. So Professor Quirrell covered many of the samelessons for each year. He hadn’t done the exact same lectures, in the exactsame order. Part of his special talent involved grasping the mood of a room,understanding where he stood, and what his young apprentices did (or, moretypically, did not) understand, and explaining.
Draco envied that talent.
In reviewing Professor Quirrell’s notes the Generals discovered that evenN.E.W.T. classes had started from roughly the same position as they had. Olderstudents had progressed faster since the Professor wasted less time teachingspells. But he’d lost time helping them unlearn bad habits picked up fromprior teachers. In some ways, Dragon, Chaos and Sunshine armies haddemonstrated Quirrell’s pedagogy best. Which left the question – How tofollow up? All Generals across the years had roughly the same grasp ofstrategy. If Percy Weasley’s army fought Diggory’s the elder students wouldhave an advantage, but that was just the natural consequence of magicincreasing with age. Why should 3rd years respect a 4th year lecturer, whenthey knew the same thing? In under a decade the problem would solve itself butright now there was effectively one first year class and six second yearclasses.
An authority figure seemed necessary, at least to get things started.
Draco sat in the same seat he’d used last year. Gregory sat down next to himas other students arrived. People gravitated to the seats they’d used lastyear but the resorting made for some awkward situations. Harry sat inVincent’s old seat.
“I thought you skipped ahead,” Gregory asked, leaning across Draco to whisperconspiratorially.
“I’m curious. I want to hear this.”
Vincent sat next to Neville. The Hufflepuff group had no infighting overseats, unlike other houses.
Draco felt grateful the classes occurred in order. Being able to just wait afew minutes between lectures saved him an extra trek to and from Offense,which would have eaten into his already full schedule even more. Draco, Harryand Hermione had agreed to split teaching duties after the introductorylecture. Harry would teach Wednesday’s class and figure out who the mostdangerous students were. Hermione’s lessons focused on mechanics, helpingstudents learn spells.
Draco, the only Wizard-born General of the year, would lead after-actiondiscussions and draw comparisons to prior battles (mock battles in school andhistorical battles) and cover the history of Battle Magic. He was also incharge of quashing inter-army fights, making sure battles didn’t stray off thefield. (Quirrell hadn’t cared about that. Unsanctioned battles occurredroughly weekly from Fall until the Abolition of the Houses and current fourthyears aligned more by armies than houses. A true mess).
Professor Lockhart put his wand to his throat, said _Sonorus, _and his voiceechoed throughout the room.
(Nobody knew exactly how Professor Quirrell’s small pedagogical charms worked.The giant viewing screen for watching battles was well known, but his smallpersonal screens and audio/visual system appeared to be unique. Quirrell’snotes only listed spells taught, not spells used. Professor Flitwick hadstruggled over cryptic handwritten references for the entire summer. HarryPotter dropped his investigation after a week, once he considered his ownsense of humor, and urged Flitwick to let the matter rest).
“Good morning. I am Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, your occasional lecturerduring Offense against the Dark Arts. And I want you to know – I am a fraud.”Harry sat up straight. Draco, already somewhat tired from his sleepless night,woke up fully. The class hadn’t seemed bored, more wary, but now they were alllistening intently.
“Why, just last night our Sorting Hat warned you not to trust someone justbecause they seem confident. Oh, I’ve achieved some items of note and minorglory. I’ve fought terrifying creatures. I’ve fought a Krogan and they aredangerous, believe me. You don’t want to get ambushed by a Krogan. But then,you don’t want to get ambushed by anything.”
The class laughed. Professor Lockhart shrugged.
“But I’ve never fought a Dark Wizard. Just pests. Your Professor rightlymocked minor pests. I suppose for a Wizard of his calibre they are all minor.Personally, I steer clear of Hungarian Horntails. For lesser wizards such asmyself and dare I say you, major pests exist. I pride myself a pest controlexpert so I doubt Professor Quirrell would have much use for me. He’d considerme a fraud.”
“Oh yes, I know of his lectures. ‘The only thing you have to fear is a DarkWizard.’ I suppose that’s true, but I spoke to Miss Granger. That trollterrified her. Maybe you shouldn’t be afraid, but that won’t help you when thefear comes. And it does come, even for brave Gryffindors like myself. Or MissGranger now, I suppose.”
The Gryffindors cheered, but Professor Lockhart cut them off with a wave ofhis hand. Tracey Davis mock whispered “Where is she, anyway?” to Harry Potter,who shrugged. Lockhart turned to her.
“One point from Slytherin. Where was I? Ah … ‘One killing curse will bring itdown.’ A good rule, if you know the Killing Curse or any other suitablecurses I’ll teach. Perhaps I should have used a Killing Curse when Iencountered a Geeger. It stands seven feet tall, strong enough to lift you offyour feet and rip you in half. I’ve seen one stab its razor sharp tail cleanthrough a man’s chest, but I was lucky. I saw it. The Geeger is pitch blackand almost impossible to spot although not technically invisible. In adarkened forest, you could pass feet from one and think it part of a tree ifyou noticed it at all. And they often perch in trees, or lurk in caves. Theirteeth…”
He trailed off for a second, eyes distant in memory, then recovered.
“Anyway, one killing curse will indeed bring it down. And then it willexplode, splattering those nearby with its blood. There are only a dozen usesfor Dragon’s Blood, but I can personally imagine hundreds of uses for Geegerblood. If only it didn’t burn through anything in seconds. If you do use aKilling Curse on that nasty beast, you must be at a safe distance. Actually,always keep your distance.”
He paused and stared around the room.
“While scanning for Geegers_, make sure the tree itself isn’t a Triffid. Easyenough to avoid, Triffids, but if you stumble onto one it may drain your bloodor even bite your limbs clean off. You needn’t even Apparate away from one. Afew steps will suffice. It can be brought down by a single curse, even_inflammare. No need to get fancy.
“Or consider the Iudices. This creature looks like a tall, well dressed,smiling man. They don’t fly so much as float. Grinning like a hyena Iudicesstalk their prey at the speed of a brisk walk. You’ll need a few killingcurses as they travel in packs. You’ll also need to be able to cast themwordlessly, since they steal the speech of their intended victims. They’ cutyour heart out with a knife and cook it, while you scream without making asound.
“Monachiko Dolofonous disguise themselves as statues. They move so quicklythey could cross this lecture hall in the blink of an eye. So fast you’llnever see one move. They are vulnerable to killing curses. Any one of thesuits of armor you pass along the hallway could have been a Monachiko. Butwhich statute? How to know? An Aliquid has no true form. It assumes yoursafter digesting you. It speaks with the voice of the deceased and retains itsvictims memories. The student sitting next to you could be one, right now.They are vulnerable to practically any spell except Diffindo. They don’ttransfigure exactly like a troll, but each limb retains the ability to moveand an admirably murderous instinct even when hacked apart. Even if its nomatch for a Dark Wizard such as himself, Professor Quirrell unjustly slightedthis creature when he made his list. I’d rank Aliquids well above Dementors.You always know when a Dementor is nearby.
“A few years ago an expedition of Aurors disappeared in South America. Theonly survivor raved wildly that the jungle itself attacked them; one Wizard aday, killing them and then skinning them. After the second day they Apparatedaway. It, or something like it, tracked them down to the village they’d goneto. The villagers found the skin. I happened to be in Argentina and theykindly asked for my expertise. I knew it wasn’t an Aliquid since those consumethe skin, leaving no trace, and do not track victims. In fact, I could quicklydeduce that it was none of the monsters I’ve mentioned or that you’ll find inany of your textbooks.
“I declined to investigate. Some pests terrify me. So, what do I have left toteach you?”
Students shifted around. Several were still inspecting their neighbors, tryingto determine if any Aliquids lurked nearby.
“I am new to public speaking and teaching, but my question was not rhetorical.What do I have left to teach you?”
Draco doubted the first part. The ironic admission of fraud gave it away.Lockhart may be self taught, but he’d grabbed Draco’s attention with his easycharisma and confidence. Most students looked towards Potter and Malfoy. HarryPotter smirked, folded his arms in front of himself and tightened his lips.Draco followed suit.
“Your Generals expect you to fight your own battles, this time. Well now,” hepulled a looking glass out of a cape pocket and, looking through it, read offthe name. ‘Mr. Weasley?’”
“I dunno. All about those creatures, I guess?” Draco stifled a chuckle, andthen a yawn. It had been a long night.
“That I will most definitely teach. It is my area of expertise, after all.What general point was I making, Mr. Weasley? What can I teach you thatQuirrell didn’t?”
The red-haired boy blushed. Professor Lockhart sighed and swung the lookingglass across the audience. “Miss Abbott?”
“Uh, Pests are dangerous?”
“An obvious point. One that Quirrell knew even though he minimized theirdanger as a teaching example. I suppose you are correct, so let me digress.‘One killing curse will bring it down.’ But you didn’t learn the killingcurse. Your lessons from last year emphasized two things. Efficiency andintent to do violence. Reflect on my pests. A Dark Wizard may be the mostdangerous creature in the world, but none of those horrors I’ve describe lackmurderous intent. They murder Wizards and do it quite well. None cast charms,but all possess innate magic and at least a low cunning, if not actualintelligence. But that was not my lesson, just examples. As I’ve said, I’vepersonally never fought a Dark Wizard.”
Professor Lockhart returned the looking glass to his pocket. As Lockhart drewhis hand out Draco noticed the wand and then Harry’s movement startled Dracowho looked over at Potter bolting and Draco woke fully up while Gregoryshouted and Potter dove towards the floor behind Padma Patil and PansyParkinson and only then did Draco dive and he glanced up and saw…
Lockhart’s wand centered on him.
Draco Malfoy hit the ground, unconscious. A second later Professor Lockhart’sshields flared and sparked but easily absorbed the scattered charms fired athim. Lockhart calmly put his wand away and took out his looking glass.
“Very good. Two Quirrell points each to, let’s see … Mr. Longbottom, ofcourse. Miss Patil. Mr. Crabbe. Miss Patil? Two of you, and in differenthouses? Oh, that will cause confusion. Mr. Zabini. Miss Abbott. I’m rathersurprised I don’t have to award you points, Mr. Potter. You had your wand outfast and dodged easily enough.”
Harry Potter had, by this time, carefully stepped over the body of DracoMalfoy and returned to his seat. The entire time he kept his wand raised high,practically at the level of his eye, pointed at Professor Lockhart. He slowlylowered it to point at Draco.
Harry helped Draco back to his chair. “You weren’t attacking us, so much asproving a point.”
Professor Lockhart nodded. “You withheld fire on gut instinct? ProfessorQuirrell would not approve. But I do. At least, when I am the target. Mr.Potter gets two points for grasping the point I clearly failed to teach. And Iowe Mr. Malfoy an opportunity. He would have undoubtedly fired if I had shotanyone else. Just a touch slow, but better than his defenders. Mr. Malfoy,what do I have left to teach you?”
Draco had been rubbing the small bump on his forehead that threatened to grow,and had amplified the ringing in his head.
“How to recognize when we are in a fight.”
Professor Lockhart nodded and turned to the rest of the class, after one lastglance at Harry Potter.
“Five points for being correct and as way of apology. Last year you fought ata set time and place, when a bell sounded. You fought well but in my personalexperience wizards rarely announce their intent to attack. Creatures neverline up for battle. Pests do sometimes sound a bell … to those who know whatto listen for. You must learn to recognize when you are in danger. For magicalbeasts, learn the signs. It’s easy spotting murderous intent one second toolate. So recognize the early signs. Professor Quirrell knew this. But he onlyhad so much time. It’s a complicated subject.”
“Some final points. The reason I declined to investigate that creature inSouth America was that it clearly had murderous intent and I had no earthlyidea what I was dealing with. If I had investigated, maybe I would havediscovered what it was, but I feared I would find myself in Mr. Malfoy’sposition. Remember that. I will also award several points to any students whoput forth a plausible theory by next lecture and if I think you are actuallyright…well, I don’t expect that to happen but I will try to think of a fittingreward.”
Normally students would be packing, once a Professor started summing up. Somehad taken out scrolls and scribbled down quick notes.
“Dark Wizards are rare, subtle ones practically mythical. Be thankful. Imagineif Voldemort could have held his temper in check or Grindenwald hadn’t openlyplunged the world into war? Pests hide when they feel vulnerable or to sneakup on you. If you know what you face, the danger diminishes. Just like DarkWizards.
“Finally, in the future I will deduct one Quirrell point from anyone laughingabout ambushes. Now, let us turn our attention to the variety of shieldspells…”
Author’s Note - An early post, since I have finished this and got a few otherdraft chapters done this weekend. I realized later that I could have postedthis in three small chunks relatively easily. It would take me equally long towrite this but would people rather see 3 small updates or a big one (assumingthe final update took place on the same day?) Let me know.
Next update - Early next week I have some travel between now and then, but Ibelieve I will be able to change back to a more aggressive schedule soonenough (except that I have further travel this summer).
I would be remiss if I didn’t credit Ginny Weasley and the Sealed Intelligencefor making me believe that G.L. could be an interesting character. (I have notin fact finished it, although I did get as far as the first defence lecturebefore I decided to greatly reduce my reading of HPMOR fan fiction).
I also now remember that Draco had a private room in the original work (HPMORCh 98). Oh well. I’m sticking with my version.
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