In early March, the snow outside the castle had completely melted, and the landscape beyond the windows turned a vibrant green. Students began taking afternoon walks outdoors after classes.
On a Friday afternoon, after finishing his Muggle Studies class, Alistair walked down the corridor and had just reached the ground floor when he heard voices.
"Potter, it seems your ears and your brain aren't working very well. It's obvious that Hagrid hasn't learned his lesson enough for you to take it seriously, is it?" A familiar, arrogant, and cold voice rang out from around the corner.
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