Got Hisoka template in Harry Potter World - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: The Mysterious Nicolas Flamel

The Hogwarts library smelled of dust, old parchment, and the faintest hint of Mrs. Pince’s lavender perfume—a scent that failed to mask her predatory nature. Hidden behind a shelf of ‘Obscure Magical Theory’, Jack Fletcher watched as the Golden Trio huddled at their usual table, their whispers cutting through the quiet like a poorly cast Diffindo.

Harry Potter (rubbing his temples): “Flamel, Flamel… why does that name sound familiar?”

Ron Weasley (flipping pages with increasing violence): “Blimey, Hermione, are you sure he’s not in Hogwarts: A History?”

Hermione Granger (without looking up): “Positive. I’ve memorized that book.”

Jack smirked. With deliberate slowness, he pulled a crumbling tome from the shelf—’Alchemical Pioneers of the 14th Century’—and flipped it open to a dog-eared page. The movement caught Hermione’s eye like a snitch in sunlight.

Hermione (hissing): “Did you see that? Fletcher’s got—”

Harry (grabbing her arm): “Don’t look! He’ll know we’re watching!”

Jack waited exactly thirty-seven seconds before standing, stretching, and accidentally leaving the book on a nearby trolley—upside-down.

Hermione (scoffing): “Honestly, who reads like that—” Her breath hitched.

There, in faded gold leaf: ‘Nicolas Flamel: The Only Known Creator of the Philosopher’s Stone.’

Jack paused by the exit, meeting Hermione’s wide eyes. “You’re welcome,” he mouthed.

Her lips pursed. “Prat,” she mouthed back.

—

The dungeons were colder than usual, the torches flickering like dying stars as Jack rounded the corner—only to find Severus Snape looming like a bat-themed gargoyle.

Snape (softly): “Why were you near the third floor, Fletcher?”

Jack didn’t blink. “Bird-watching.”

A muscle twitched in Snape’s jaw. “Bird-watching.”

“Mm. Trespassing birds.” Jack tilted his head. “Big ones. Three, actually.”

Snape’s black eyes bored into him, searching for cracks. Finding none, he leaned closer, his voice a silk-wrapped blade. “Curiosity killed the cat, Mr. Fletcher. You still don’t know the danger of magic world.”

Jack smiled. “Good thing I’m a dog person.”

For half a heartbeat, something flickered in Snape’s gaze—amusement? Recognition? Then it was gone, buried under layers of disdain.

“Detention. Tonight. My office.” Snape swept away, robes billowing.

Jack watched him go, humming. “Worth it.”