The day after the Hufflepuff uprising became the talk of the entire castle, Hogwarts had yet to recover from the shock. Even portraits along the corridors still whispered about it.
"Can you imagine? The badgers actually bit back!""A hundred students — all at once! Dumbledore's gargoyle is still hiccupping parchment!"
And while the rest of the school buzzed about Hufflepuff's newfound pride, two familiar redheaded figures were already striding toward their favorite new ally.
The Twins' Curiosity
Fred and George Weasley found Roy in the courtyard, sitting under an old oak tree reading a book on magical flora, Articuno perched elegantly beside him.
Fred crossed his arms dramatically.
"Roy, mate," he said in mock offense, "how could you? You staged a full-blown rebellion without inviting us!"
George nodded with a grin.
"You could've at least told us — we'd have brought banners, badges, maybe even fireworks that spelled 'Down with Quirrell!'"
Roy chuckled softly, closing his book.
"Next time, I'll make sure to call my favorite chaos-bringers. Deal?"
The twins exchanged matching grins and clapped him on the back.
"Deal," they said in unison.
Articuno let out a light trill that almost sounded like laughter, her sapphire feathers shimmering under the morning sun.
Trouble in Gryffindor
That night, however, a very different kind of meeting took place — in the Gryffindor common room.
The fire crackled as Ron Weasley stood on one of the chairs, waving his arms like a general rallying troops.
"If Hufflepuff can file a complaint," Ron declared, "then so can we! Professor Snape's been deducting points unfairly since day one! He's biased, he's rude, and he hates Gryffindors — especially me!"
There was a murmur of agreement among some of the first and second years. Even Seamus and Dean nodded vigorously.
"He took ten points because my cauldron was slightly melted!""And five because my potion was purple instead of lilac!"
Ron puffed out his chest.
"Exactly! It's time Gryffindor stood up for itself — just like Roy did for Hufflepuff!"
The mention of Roy's name sparked a few groans from the upper years — a mix of admiration and irritation. Roy Valvas was becoming famous, perhaps too famous.
But Ron pressed on, determined.
"Everyone, write your complaints! We'll drop them at the gargoyle just like the Hufflepuffs did!"
And so, in a flurry of quills and parchment, the Gryffindors began scribbling. Dozens of letters piled up — some carefully written, others little more than furious rants about "unfair point deductions" and "greasy cauldrons."
When they were done, a group of them, led proudly by Ron, marched to the third floor in the middle of the night.
The poor gargoyle groaned as it opened its mouth again.
"Not… again…" it mumbled wearily as more letters were shoved inside.
By morning, Hogwarts was abuzz once more.
Summoned to the Headmaster
When the news reached Dumbledore, he simply sighed, rubbing his temples beneath his half-moon spectacles.
"Minerva… Severus… I believe we need to have a chat."
An hour later, Professors McGonagall and Snape stood outside the Headmaster's office. The air was thick with tension — and Snape's simmering annoyance was almost visible.
Inside, the conversation was… not pleasant.
Dumbledore read through a few of the letters —
"He glared at me too harshly.""He made me clean my own cauldron.""He doesn't smile enough."
Snape's expression darkened further with each line.
"Headmaster," he said icily, "if we are now measuring glare intensity as a disciplinary issue, perhaps I should resign and let a house-elf teach potions instead."
Professor McGonagall tried to keep a straight face — and failed.
"Severus, perhaps you could soften your tone with the younger years—"
"Minerva," Snape interrupted coldly, "I am not a singing canary for their comfort."
Two hours later, the meeting ended. Snape stormed out first, his black robes billowing like smoke. McGonagall followed, her face flushed red with a rare mixture of embarrassment and exasperation.
Merlin help me, she thought. My entire house has turned into a group of letter-writing activists.
Gryffindor's Reckoning
The next morning, when the Gryffindor table was bustling with breakfast chatter, McGonagall approached — her lips thin, her posture rigid.
She placed her hands behind her back and spoke loudly enough for the entire hall to hear.
"Due to the… overenthusiastic actions of certain Gryffindor students in filing unfounded complaints against a fellow professor—" she said, giving Ron a pointed look, "—one hundred points will be deducted from Gryffindor House."
A stunned silence fell over the table.
"What?!" Ron yelped. "But—but Hufflepuff filed a complaint too!"
"Yes," McGonagall said crisply, "and theirs was legitimate. They had grounds, and they acted in unity for the sake of education — not vengeance."
She turned on her heel and walked off, her robes swishing.
The Gryffindor table erupted — some students groaning, others glaring at Ron.
"Brilliant move, Weasley.""We just lost a hundred points because of you!"
Ron slumped into his seat, face red as his hair.
At the Hufflepuff table, Fred and George — having heard the whole thing — looked toward Roy, trying not to laugh.
"You've started a school-wide revolution, mate," Fred whispered."And Weasley just accidentally led the wrong kind of rebellion," George added.
Roy smirked, sipping his pumpkin juice calmly.
"Next time," he said, "I'll make sure to invite them to a better-planned protest."
Articuno cooed approvingly beside him, and the Hufflepuffs burst into laughter.
Even Professor Sprout, passing by, had to hide her smile behind a napkin.