bookpower Chapter 89 - 89 - Enough
Chapter 89 - 89 - Enough
Each day, Alex split his time between the library, Hagrid's hut, and the Slytherin dormitory, throwing himself into a routine that left little room for grief. Books became his sanctuary, and before long, his focus turned to alchemical pursuits.
To fuel his experiments, Alex sourced rare alchemical supplies through Professor Bones, spending more than 200 Galleons—a steep cost, but one he didn't mind paying. Weeks of effort finally paid off when he completed a new alchemical tool. It sat on his desk in the Slytherin dormitory, gleaming under the soft light.
It was a small hammer, its silver-white head made from Goblin silver, one of the wizarding world's most coveted materials. The handle was wrapped in supple brown cowhide, making it comfortable to hold, while the polished metal shimmered with a cold brilliance. Though it looked sturdy enough to be a weapon, Alex had designed it purely for re
The article detailed how the Longbottoms had been discovered unconscious, tortured by Death Eaters during an investigation. They were now at St. Mungo's, their condition critical. Alex's grip on the newspaper tightened, the weight of the news sinking in.
"I'm so sorry, Alex," Charles said quietly. "I know you're close to the Longbottoms. I thought you should hear it from me."
For a moment, Alex said nothing. The air around him seemed to still, and then, within a ten-meter radius, the falling snow froze in midair. An intense, almost tangible energy radiated from him, and Charles took a step back, alarmed.
"Alex!" Charles shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Alex took a deep breath, and the snowflakes resumed their descent. His expression softened, but there was a cold, determined glint in his eyes. "Thanks for telling me, Charles," he said, his voice calm but distant. "Take the day off from training—I need to take care of something."
Charles hesitated. "Alex, don't do anything rash. Please."
Alex gave him a faint smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry. I'm fine." He turned and walked back toward the castle.
The Slytherin common room was still lively when Alex returned. Wilkes and the others were laughing again, unaware of the storm brewing. When Wilkes noticed him, he leaned back smugly, clearly enjoying whatever joke he thought he was in on.
Alex met his sneer with a sharp, unsettling smile. Without a word, he crooked a finger at Wilkes. "Come on. Let's have a little chat."