"Sean, what are you planning to do?" Fred asked as he followed behind him.
"I'm going to gather evidence and report Jovic," Sean replied seriously.
The twins immediately grabbed his arms, their expressions full of concern.
"You're asking for trouble," George said anxiously. "A lot of upper-year students are involved in this. If you report Jovic, you'll drag them down too. You'll end up making enemies."
"So what if I do?" Sean said firmly. "Now that I know about this, I won't allow it to continue."
He truly despised Jovic's behavior and character. Not only was he determined to report the man—he planned to do it under his own name.
But if he wanted evidence, he still needed a little bait.
After thinking it over, the only person he could ask for help was Chris.
"Wait here a moment," Sean said. "I'll be right back."
He hurried away.
Back in the Slytherin common room, Sean asked a nearby girl to fetch Chris from the dormitory.
"Chris… I need a small favor," Sean said awkwardly.
"The Boy Who Lived sounding so hesitant?" Chris teased. "Just say what you want."
"Lend me some money."
"How much?" she asked.
"Ten Galleons."
Sean held up both hands as if measuring the number.
"Wait here."
Chris returned to the dormitory and soon came back with a small pouch.
She handed the coins to him.
"What do you need them for?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Sean said with a grin. "I'll return them in two hours."
With that, he hurried out of the Slytherin common room.
Sean returned to the stairway on the second floor.
The Weasley twins were still waiting there.
As soon as they saw him, they grabbed him again nervously.
"You're really going to report Jovic?"
Sean nodded expressionlessly.
"Absolutely."
"But he's the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," George said worriedly. "This isn't like messing with Filch. Life here will become miserable for us."
Sean patted their shoulders mysteriously.
"Let me tell you a secret."
"Jovic won't be here next year. If things move quickly, he might even be gone after Christmas."
"So there's nothing to be afraid of."
The twins widened their eyes.
"How do you know that?" they asked skeptically.
"It's a secret," Sean said casually. "Just trust me. I wouldn't lead you into trouble."
He didn't force them to join.
He could do it alone if necessary—though it would be more troublesome.
After all, the Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts changed every year.
Sean didn't yet know why Jovic would eventually leave Hogwarts.
But perhaps this gambling operation might become the reason.
The twins exchanged a glance.
Finally, they nodded.
"Alright," Fred said.
"We're in. What's the plan?"
Sean leaned close and whispered a few instructions.
The twins immediately ran off down the corridor.
Sean, meanwhile, headed toward the third floor.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was empty.
Sean walked to the adjacent office and knocked.
Moments later, the door opened.
Jovic stared at Sean in surprise.
"Grylls? What are you doing here?"
"Dumbledore already allowed you to skip my class, didn't he?"
"Yes, Professor," Sean said politely.
"But I'm not here about studies."
"I wanted to ask your advice about something… related to Quidditch."
The hint was subtle but clear.
Jovic instantly understood.
He glanced around the hallway, then ushered Sean inside and closed the door.
"How did you hear about it?" he asked while locking the door.
"The Weasley twins told me," Sean replied honestly. "They asked if I was interested."
Jovic nodded thoughtfully.
"So it was Jones who told the Weasleys."
Then he glanced at Sean curiously.
"You're a Slytherin. How are you so friendly with Gryffindors?"
Jones was a third-year Gryffindor who had spread word of the betting pool.
The operation was quite secretive—almost like a membership system.
Without someone inside introducing you, most students would never even hear about it.
"We knew each other before Hogwarts," Sean said calmly. "House divisions don't affect friendships."
Jovic didn't care much about the personal affairs of first-year students.
He got straight to the point.
"You know the rules then."
"Which team are you betting on?"
"You're a Slytherin, so I assume your own house."
"Slytherin is clearly the strongest," Sean replied. "Why wouldn't I bet on them?"
"But Professor… your odds are rather low."
Jovic flashed a grin, revealing his unpleasant dark teeth.
"The favorite always has lower odds."
"If you want to earn more money, just bet more."
Sean pretended to hesitate.
He rubbed his pocket nervously.
"Professor… I borrowed this money."
"When the match ends, you'll pay me immediately if I win… right?"
Jovic's smile widened when Sean pulled out ten shining Galleons.
"Of course," he said smoothly. "The moment the match ends."
Sean took a deep breath like a desperate gambler.
"Alright then."
"Ten Galleons."
"Slytherin to win."
He clenched his fists and muttered as if encouraging himself.
"Slytherin will win."
"Slytherin will win!"
His voice grew louder.
Jovic happily accepted the coins.
He didn't stop Sean from shouting.
To him, it sounded like nothing more than a fan cheering for his favorite team.
Then suddenly—
Click.
The office door burst open.
The Weasley twins rushed inside.
A bright flash exploded in the room.
It wasn't magic.
It was a camera flash.
Jovic's expression froze in shock.
Only then did he realize he had been tricked by a group of children.
"Grylls. Weasley."
"You're not leaving this room."
Jovic drew his wand and aimed it at Sean—
but the wand flew from his hand before he could cast a spell.
"Professor Jovic," came a stern voice.
"How dare you threaten students like that?"
Professor McGonagall stepped into the room.
Behind her stood Professor Snape.
"Professor McGonagall… Professor Snape…" Jovic stammered.
His confidence collapsed instantly.
Snape glanced briefly at Sean before turning his cold gaze toward Jovic.
"I warned you," Snape said quietly.
"Do not do foolish things in Hogwarts."
Meanwhile, Sean walked over to the twins and whispered,
"Well done. Your timing was perfect."
Fred grinned proudly.
"That was mostly thanks to me. I think George is going deaf—he didn't react when you shouted the last line about Slytherin."
"Oh please," George snapped back. "You're the deaf one. Didn't you see me casting Alohomora on the door?"
Sean chuckled.
"Play around if you want," he muttered, "but don't make jokes about George's hearing."
"What does that mean?" the twins asked simultaneously.
"Nothing important."
Sean waved it off.
"Anyway, how did the photo turn out?"
Fred proudly handed him the photograph.
In the picture, Jovic looked completely stunned, still clutching the ten Galleons in his hand.
If that photo appeared in the Hogwarts Weekly, it would absolutely become the front-page headline.
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