Got Hisoka template in Harry Potter World - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Dueling & Dumb Decisions

The castle slept.

Moonlight streamed through the arched windows of Hogwarts’ corridors, painting silver stripes across the stone floors. The usual creaks and groans of the ancient building seemed louder at night, as if the walls themselves were whispering warnings to anyone foolish enough to wander after curfew.

Harry Potter’s breath fogged in the cold air as he pressed himself against a suit of armor, its empty visor staring down at him judgmentally. Beside him, Ron Weasley’s freckles stood out starkly against his pale face, his fingers twitching toward his wand at every shadow.

“Are you sure this is the Trophy Room?” Ron hissed, eyeing the darkened doorway ahead.

Hermione Granger rolled her eyes, her bushy hair seeming to bristle with irritation even in the dim light. “For the fifth time, yes. That’s the door with the crossed swords carved into the lintel. Honestly, Ronald, if you’d just—”

A sudden clink from down the hall silenced her.

All three froze.

The sound came again—metal on stone—accompanied by the softest shuffle of leather soles.

Harry’s scar prickled.

Then—

“Lost, Potter?”

Draco Malfoy’s drawl slithered through the darkness as he stepped into a patch of moonlight, his platinum hair glowing almost ethereally. Behind him, Jack Fletcher leaned against the wall, examining his nails with exaggerated boredom.

Ron groaned. “Oh brilliant. They actually came.”

Jack’s lips quirked. “Disappointed, Weasley? Were you hoping to claim victory by default?” His eyes flicked to Harry. “Or were you counting on your celebrity to scare us off?”

Harry’s jaw tightened. “I don’t need fame to beat Malfoy at a duel.”

Draco’s smirk faltered for half a second—just long enough for Jack to notice.

—

The Trophy Room smelled of lemon polish and old metal, the glass cases gleaming faintly in the moonlight. Cups, shields, and plaques commemorating long-forgotten Hogwarts achievements lined the walls, their inscriptions too shadowed to read.

Hermione crossed her arms. “This is literally how children die.”

Jack snorted, hopping up to sit on a display case. “Relax, Granger. Worst case scenario, someone loses an eyebrow.” He glanced at Draco. “Well. One of you has eyebrows to spare.”

Draco ignored him, rolling up his sleeves with deliberate slowness. “Rules are simple, Potter. First to disarm the other wins. No crying to teachers afterward.”

Harry matched his stance. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Ron muttered, “Can we please just—”

“Expelliarmus!”

Draco’s spell shot across the room—

—and missed Harry by a mile, shattering a vase labeled “Hogwarts Gobstone Champions, 1492.”

Jack winced. “Wow. That was… embarrassing.”

Draco flushed. “Shut up, Fletcher!”

Harry grinned, raising his own wand—

A floorboard creaked.

Then another.

Then—

“Well, well.”

The voice dripped with malicious delight.

Mrs. Norris’s glowing eyes appeared first, followed by the hunched silhouette of Argus Filch, his knobby fingers flexing like a spider preparing to pounce.

“Students… out of bed…” he crooned, saliva glistening on his yellowed teeth. “Oh, the headmaster will hear about this…”

Hermione made a sound like a teakettle boiling over.

—

The chase was chaos.

Jack grabbed Draco’s collar, yanking him down a side passage as Filch’s wheezing curses echoed behind them.

“Let go!” Draco snarled, stumbling over his own robes.

“Only if you want to explain this to Snape,” Jack shot back, dodging a suit of armor that seemed to lunge at them.

Ahead, Harry skidded around a corner, Ron and Hermione hot on his heels.

“In here!” Hermione whisper-shrieked, wrenching open a heavy oak door.

The five of them tumbled through—

—and froze.

The room was large, circular, and empty save for one thing:

A massive, slumbering three-headed dog, each muzzle the size of a carriage wheel.

Ron made a noise like a deflating balloon.

Jack’s eyes gleamed.

The dog’s nostrils flared.

Six eyelids snapped open.

Twelve enormous, bloodshot pupils locked onto them.

“Uh,” Harry said intelligently.

Then—

“RUFF!”

The bark shook the walls, rattling the doorframe behind them. Saliva rained down in thick strands as the beast lurched to its feet, chains clanking.

Hermione screamed.

Draco made a sound suspiciously like a whimper.

And Jack?

Jack grinned, his fingers flexing as golden light flickered around his knuckles.

“Good dog,” he murmured.