"During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Neville Longbottom rebelled against Professor Snape and forced him to his knees in front of all the first-year students."
By the time David arrived at the Great Hall for dinner, this version of events had already spread like wildfire.
Especially at the Gryffindor table, where the topic was discussed loudly and with great enthusiasm. Ronald, always eager to boast whenever given the chance, was in the middle of an exaggerated retelling. Of course, his version of the story was heavily modified.
Many senior Gryffindor students gathered around him, eagerly listening, and whenever they heard something entertaining, they erupted in cheers.
At this moment, Neville was truly regarded as a hero of Gryffindor. The entire house had long suffered under Snape's unfair treatment, and for once, someone had managed to fight back.
David glanced toward the teachers' table but didn't see Snape.
Perhaps he's too ashamed to show his face, he thought.
After all, it wasn't every day that a professor was forced to kneel before a student.
Confiscated Gifts
After dinner, Harry approached David, looking upset.
"Sorry, David. I really liked the Christmas gift you gave me, but Professor McGonagall confiscated it. She said she'd return it during the summer holidays."
David raised an eyebrow.
Harry had received two pistols as a Christmas present from him—something he had never been allowed to touch growing up. His cousin, Dudley, had only ever played with toy guns. Now, with real ones in his possession, Harry had felt a sense of pride, almost as if he had surpassed Dudley in something.
But he hadn't expected them to be taken away so quickly.
"Hogwarts doesn't allow guns? There's no rule against it!" Harry complained.
David shrugged. "Maybe they're afraid you'll hurt other students."
"But wands can also be used to hurt people!" Harry sighed, clearly frustrated. "I can understand Muggle schools banning weapons, but this is Hogwarts. Magic is already being used. Why not allow some Muggle weapons?"
David smirked. "Probably because they know Muggle weapons don't need spells to work. You just pull the trigger, and that's that."
Harry nodded but then changed the subject.
"I asked Aunt Petunia about Snape. Turns out, you were right—he doesn't actually hate me. He hated my father."
David wasn't surprised.
"Snape grew up with my mom. They were neighbors. He liked her, but she married my dad. Maybe that's why he treats me the way he does."
Harry's expression was a mixture of realization and disbelief. It was the kind of drama he had only seen on TV, and yet here he was, caught in the middle of it.
David, on the other hand, chuckled and took a step back.
"You ever considered dressing as a girl?"
Harry blinked. "What?"
"I mean, if you wore a wig and a dress, Snape might go easier on you. Who knows, he might even give Gryffindor some extra points."
Harry's face twisted in horror.
"Absolutely not!"
David sighed in disappointment. "No sense of sacrifice for the greater good, huh?"
"Never going to happen!" Harry declared. "Anyway, I got another Christmas present. It was an Invisibility Cloak, but I don't know who sent it."
David perked up slightly at that.
"And last night, I found this weird mirror in an abandoned classroom. When I looked into it, I saw my parents. At first, I thought it was a magical recording, but then Ronald looked into it and saw himself as the Head Boy and Quidditch captain."
David already had a good idea of what this mirror was.
"The Mirror of Erised," he murmured.
"If you want to see it, I can lend you the cloak," Harry offered.
David shook his head. "No need. I'll just go check it out later."
Harry smiled. "I wonder what you'll see. You might see yourself as the Minister of Magic or something. You're already amazing as it is."
David smirked but said nothing.
The Mirror of Erised
Later that night, before heading to the Room of Requirement, David made his way to the abandoned classroom Harry had mentioned.
As expected, the mirror stood in the center of the room, its golden frame reflecting the dim candlelight.
David ran his fingers over the inscription at the top and read it aloud:
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."
Then, reading it backward:
"I show not your face but your heart's deepest desire."
David gazed into the mirror.
At first, it reflected his usual appearance. But then, mist began to swirl across the glass, and the image changed.
A bright summer day.
A luxurious yacht floating on a crystal-blue sea.
Music blasting in the background, tables filled with fine food and expensive drinks. A party.
And in the center of it all—himself.
A few years older, shirtless, wearing beach shorts, looking completely at ease.
Surrounding him were beautiful women—Europeans, Asians, mixed-race girls. Some wore black stockings, others white. Some were in swimsuits, others in elegant dresses.
Even some famous celebrities from his previous life were among them.
David blinked.
Seriously?
So this was his deepest desire?
Not power. Not knowledge. Not greatness.
Just a luxurious life surrounded by beautiful women?
It was almost embarrassing.
Yet, deep down, he knew it was true. Before coming to the wizarding world, his goal had been simple—make money and live a carefree life. Even after gaining magic, his mindset hadn't really changed. He had just been focusing on getting stronger so he could secure that future.
With a smirk, David turned away from the mirror.
No need to linger. He already knew himself well enough.
But as he left the room, he noticed something—two others were present.
They had been watching him.
He had sensed them the moment he entered but chose to ignore them.
One was none other than Albus Dumbledore.
The other? Severus Snape.
The Headmaster's Worries
Dumbledore sighed as he stepped forward.
"Severus, what do you think?"
Snape sneered. "Hard to say."
He glanced in David's direction with a complicated expression.
David had shown remarkable talent since the start of the year. But his methods—especially toward Slytherins—were ruthless. Snape had suspected from the beginning that he might have the potential to become the next Dark Lord.
That was why he and Dumbledore had come tonight—to observe him.
"He's ambitious," Snape muttered. "But his greatest desire isn't power. It's just… women and luxury?"
Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"People change, Severus. Their desires shift over time. Wealth, pleasure, power—these things are intertwined."
"But desire also reveals one's truest nature," Snape countered.
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. And David's nature… is rather straightforward."
Snape scoffed. "So what? He's a womanizer, not a tyrant?"
"Perhaps," Dumbledore said with a small smile. "At least for now."
Snape crossed his arms. "And you're just going to let him run around Hogwarts, charming every witch in sight?"
"As long as he isn't forcing anyone, we have no right to interfere."
Snape scowled.
Dumbledore chuckled.
For now, David was still just a student—a rather unique one, but not yet a threat.
But time would tell what kind of wizard he would truly become.
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