"Spirit of Water, heal your wounds. Healing Spell."
Callister stood by the bedside and cast water-elemental magic on Neville with a smile.
The water spirit leapt and landed on Neville's injured wrist.
In the next moment, under Madam Pomfrey's astonished gaze, Neville's broken wrist healed completely, good as new.
Callister put away his wand and smiled at Neville. "All done, Neville. Your arm is as good as ever."
Neville rotated his wrist, finding no pain or swelling, and leapt up from the bed in delight.
Hermione, Ron, and Neville's roommates, who had come to visit, all cheered happily at the sight.
"Professor Callister, I never imagined water-elemental magic could possess such incredible healing properties. It's truly amazing!"
"Tomorrow is your Elemental Magic class, right? I wonder how many students will aspire to become water-element mages. They'd be an excellent asset in the medical field," Madam Pomfrey exclaimed in excitement after witnessing Callister's magical abilities.
Callister chuckled and replied, "If Madam Pomfrey can find a group of students interested in medicine, I'd be more than happy to teach them some healing magic."
Madam Pomfrey was overjoyed at this and said with a wide smile, "Really? That would be wonderful!"
After exchanging a few more words, Madam Pomfrey excused herself. A young patient with a severe stomachache needed her attention.
"Professor Callister, will Harry really be okay?" Ron asked anxiously.
Callister smiled slightly at Ron's question. "Do you doubt me?"
Ron and the others were momentarily taken aback but quickly nodded in agreement.
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The Great Hall – Dinner Time
Ron and Hermione were seated in the hall when Harry returned.
"You're joking, Harry!" Ron exclaimed, his fork suspended midair as he stared at Harry in disbelief, questioning his hearing.
Not only had Harry not been expelled, but he'd also been made the Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"This is unbelievable, Harry! Truly unbelievable!"
"Do you know? You're the youngest Seeker in history! Professor McGonagall helped you achieve a miracle, breaking school rules in the process," Hermione, ever the know-it-all, said in amazement.
Harry smiled modestly and said, "Wood mentioned that I'm the youngest Seeker in a century."
With that, Harry eagerly picked up a pie and stuffed it into his mouth.
After the nerve-wracking events of the afternoon, Harry had never felt so hungry. He needed a hearty meal to replenish his energy.
Hermione and Ron were too shocked to speak, staring blankly as Harry devoured his food.
When Harry finally felt full, he chuckled and said, "Training starts next week."
"But it's a secret. Wood wants to surprise Slytherin with this."
Ron and Hermione nodded earnestly at this revelation, sharing an uncommon agreement: they'd love nothing more than to see Slytherin defeated.
At that moment, Fred and George entered the hall and spotted Harry. Their faces lit up, and they hurried over.
Fred slid onto the bench to Harry's left, pushing Ron aside, while George sat on Harry's right, slinging an arm around his shoulders.
"Well done, Harry," George said with a grin. "Wood told us everything. You're a natural ace! Oh, and by the way, we're on the Gryffindor team too. Beaters, both of us."
"With an ace like you, Harry, we're definitely taking the Quidditch Cup this year. Finally, we can end Slytherin's reign!" Fred laughed.
"You wouldn't believe how tough things have been for us in the past. The Slytherins are insufferable. I've prayed to Merlin for a chance to put them in their place."
"But now, with you, we're confident. You know, Wood has absolute faith in you."
Harry smiled at Fred and George's enthusiasm. Extending his fists, he said, "Let's do it!"
Fred and George bumped their fists against Harry's and then left, laughing.
Ron, not to be left out, extended his fist as well. "Let's do it!"
Harry grinned, bumping fists with Ron, and then Hermione joined in, her fist meeting theirs.
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"Hey, what are you lot doing? Saying your last goodbyes over dinner?"
Draco Malfoy's taunting voice interrupted them.
"Harry, when are you catching the train back to the Muggle world? If you need a ride, I might graciously offer my services," Malfoy sneered.
Ron and Harry stood up, glaring at Malfoy. The events of the afternoon had left them simmering with resentment, so they had no intention of being civil.
Harry scanned Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy's ever-present henchmen, and then turned back to Malfoy with a cold smile. "Feeling smug, Malfoy? Let me remind you how scared you looked this afternoon when I was chasing you."
"But now that you've got these two 'tiny' bodyguards, your courage has returned, hasn't it?"
Though Crabbe and Goyle were anything but tiny, Harry's words enraged them. They stepped forward, ready to attack.
Harry instantly pulled out his wand, prepared for battle.
However, Malfoy raised a hand, stopping them. He stared at Harry with a smug expression. "Mocking me, are you, Harry? Fine. Let's settle this for real. Tonight, a wizard's duel—just wands."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure, Malfoy?"
Malfoy smirked arrogantly. "Absolutely. Midnight in the trophy room. Don't be late!"
With that, Malfoy left, Crabbe and Goyle following behind.
As they walked away, a sinister smile spread across Malfoy's face. "Enjoy your last night at Hogwarts, Harry," he muttered.
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