The Reveal — Hogwarts Gets Its Jaw Dropped
After days of exhausting work, Lucien finally leaned back in his chair.
"…Done."
He stretched his arms above his head, bones popping slightly, and let out a satisfied sigh. For the first time in days, his expression was calm, relaxed, and genuinely happy.
After washing up and fixing his uniform, Lucien headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
The moment he sat down, eyes turned toward him.
Harry noticed it first.
Katie and Clara followed.
Angelina blinked in surprise.
Daphne and Cassandra exchanged looks.
Evelyn tilted her head.
Penelope smiled knowingly.
Akeno relaxed.
Susan sighed in relief.
Tonks stared a little too long.
Lucien looked… normal again.
No exhaustion. No distracted gaze. Just a soft smile.
Katie finally asked, "Okay. That's it. What were you making all these days?"
Angelina nodded. "You vanished like a ghost."
Harry leaned forward. "You didn't even answer me."
Lucien chuckled. "Finish breakfast. Then come to the Quidditch pitch."
"…That's it?" Tonks asked.
Lucien nodded. "That's it."
Word spread fast.
Students nearby overheard.
Whispers traveled.
Curiosity exploded.
By the time Lucien left the Great Hall, he noticed Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick exchanging looks and quietly following as well.
Quidditch Pitch — Curiosity Turns to Shock
The stands weren't full—but they were far from empty.
Present were:
Harry Katie and Clara Angelina Daphne and Cassandra Draco (Evelyn) Penelope Akeno Susan Tonks
And watching closely:
Professor McGonagall Professor Snape Professor Flitwick Dumbledore
Along with:
Cedric Diggory The Weasley twins A few curious students, including Cho Chang
Everyone's eyes stayed on Lucien.
Lucien calmly reached into his bag.
He pulled out… an oval-shaped piece of cardboard.
Silence.
"…That's it?" Fred whispered.
George squinted. "Did we miss something?"
McGonagall frowned. "Mr. Lionhardt, I sincerely hope this is not—"
Lucien placed the object on the ground.
He touched it.
WHUM.
The "cardboard" expanded instantly—metal unfolding smoothly, runes lighting up, the surface solidifying into a sleek oval hoverboard, large enough for one person… then subtly shifting again to show it could hold two.
It lifted off the ground, hovering silently.
Dead silence.
Lucien stepped onto it.
The board rose.
Slowly at first.
Then—WHOOSH—it shot into the sky.
Lucien stood casually, hands behind his back, crimson hair flowing as he curved through the air above the pitch, turning smoothly, diving, climbing, stopping mid-air without wobbling.
No broom.
No wand.
Just… flying.
Katie's mouth fell open.
Angelina forgot how to breathe.
Harry's eyes sparkled like fireworks.
Tonks' hair exploded into rainbow colors.
Susan clasped her hands together.
Akeno smiled proudly.
Evelyn stared in disbelief.
Penelope chuckled softly.
The Weasley twins froze.
"…We're stealing that idea," Fred whispered.
"Absolutely," George nodded.
Professor Flitwick nearly fainted from excitement.
"My word—magical propulsion without rotational instability!"
McGonagall was speechless.
Snape narrowed his eyes… then muttered, "Ridiculous… brilliant… reckless…"
Dumbledore's eyes shone with quiet wonder.
Lucien descended gently and stepped off the board. It hovered beside him obediently.
He smiled.
"I call it a hoverboard."
Silence.
Then—
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Harry shouted.
"YOU MADE THAT?!" Angelina yelled.
"That's not fair!" Katie laughed.
Tonks pointed at him, stunned. "YOU JUST CASUALLY INVENTED FLYING."
Cho Chang stared. "That's… amazing."
Dumbledore laughed softly. Truly amused.
"Well," he said warmly, "it seems Hogwarts has just witnessed the birth of something… extraordinary."
Lucien scratched his cheek. "It was just a small project."
Everyone else: NO, IT WAS NOT.