A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 540: Mafalda

Harry and Ron trudged up the marble steps toward the castle, their bodies speckled with mud after just finishing practice. Their hair was tousled by the wind, and Harry futilely attempted to smooth out the chaos.

"Angelina is the second Wood, I should've realized that earlier," Ron grumbled, though he was already looking forward to the first match. "I really hope we face Slytherin first so I can teach Malfoy a lesson. He won't get a single goal past me!"

"He's a Seeker, not a Chaser," Ginny reminded him.

"I know that," Ron quickly amended. "I'll stop him from getting the Snitch, and you guard the goal. Perfect teamwork between us."

Ginny rolled her eyes.

Harry perked up a bit, addressing Ginny. "You fly really well, could easily make the team this year. Why not give it a shot?"

"Next year works too," Ginny ran her fingers through her hair. "I want to wait until Fred and George graduate."

"Did they bother you?" Ron asked keenly. "I can sort them out for you."

"That doesn't sound very convincing," Ginny deadpanned.

"Well, I meant—" Ron trailed off, realizing. "You could write to Mum and complain." A peculiar glint shone in his eyes. "She hasn't received a howler in ages, quite nostalgic..."

"Pass," Ginny said. "I just don't want more gossip. You know, adding me to the team would mean four Weasleys. Quite a lot."

Harry noticed her subtle side, and to be fair, the comment sounded almost dismissive, as if she was certain of making the team.

Ron seemed to register this just then, counting on his fingers. "Fred, George, me... yeah, if you join, over half the players would be Weasleys. Ha, not a bad thought!" He chuckled, but neither Harry nor Ginny paid him any mind.

"What position are you aiming for?" Harry asked.

"Chaser," Ginny replied.

Harry cocked his head, giving her a sidelong glance. Ginny pursed her lips, smiling. "Okay, I was kidding. I think I'll go for Beater. I like the feeling of smacking Bludgers at people's faces."

Harry suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, perhaps from too much wind... he better visit Madam Pomfrey for a cold remedy.

"You'll help me, right?" Ginny stared at him.

"What?" Harry looked puzzled.

"Train with me."

"Oh, uh, sure," Harry said, trying hard not to show his confusion.

Once the name was settled, the club's purpose took a rough shape—to aid students preparing to become Aurors or opposing Voldemort's dark reign. Harry also intended to regularly share the latest war updates from outside school—Sirius was well-informed in this regard. When Harry announced "All's quiet," the members of the Frontline Watchtower would cheer together; when he revealed the name of a captured dark wizard, they'd applaud fervently; when he mentioned the sacrifice of an Auror or combatant, they'd collectively raise their wands in silent tribute.

...

"Where's Luna?"

"She's off near the Forbidden Forest again, looking for the King of Nightmares," Ginny said, resigned.

Ron grumbled something that sounded like "loony."

As they passed through the hallway, they spotted Hermione hiding behind a suit of armor, discreetly waving at them.

Harry curiously glanced in the direction she was concealing. A glimpse of red hair flashed by. But when they approached, there was only Hermione. "Huh? Where'd they go? Oh well, come with me." She led them into an abandoned classroom.

"Just in case," Hermione said.

Harry grew even more curious, scanning the abandoned classroom with Ron and Ginny. A girl stood there, not very tall—half a head shorter than Ginny—but with reddish-brown hair. And when she turned around, Harry was surprised to find that this girl bore a striking resemblance to Ginny.

"Who's she?" Ginny felt threatened, standing in front of Harry, asking.

Hermione, wearing an odd expression, stepped aside. "I thought you knew her? Let her introduce herself." The girl approached them, openly examining them, completely ignoring Ginny. "The youngest Order of Merlin recipient?" She totally disregarded Ginny.

"So what?" Ron bluntly asked. "Are you a new Slytherin student?"

"Clearly." The girl smirked, shifting her intense gaze from Harry's forehead and scrutinizing Ron, "Ronald Weasley?"

A forceful girl, Harry thought. He had a strong sense of familiarity.

The girl paused on Ron's face for a few seconds, extended her hand, and formally introduced herself, "Mafalda, Mafalda Prewett."

Ron gaped in surprise, "M-mom?"

The girl's face faltered, Hermione covered her face in disbelief.

Ginny slapped the back of Ron's head with a palm, sounding irritated, "Stop talking nonsense." Then she looked at Mafalda with a critical eye, "What's your relationship with my mom?"

Harry suddenly realized; he vaguely remembered Mrs. Weasley's maiden name being Prewett.

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