Harry Potter: The Beast Wizard

The next morning, the Gryffindor common room buzzed with a strange mix of glee and quiet dread. The air was thick with the scent of toasted bread, bubbling nerves, and faint hangovers from too much Butterbeer.

Harry was the first to notice the change.

As he passed the large hourglasses near the Great Hall on the way to breakfast, he froze.

"Er… Hermione?" he asked, pointing upward.

Hermione stopped beside him. Her jaw dropped.

The Gryffindor hourglass, which was supposed to contain glowing red rubies, now had less than none. In fact, it had plunged so deep into the negative that rubies were now magically being drawn in reverse—floating upward and vanishing like smoke.

"Negative seventy-five?!" Hermione gasped. "That's not even... possible!"

Ron strolled up behind them, munching on a sausage roll. "Blimey. I didn't even know the points could go below zero."

A second-year passing by clapped Inosuke on the back with a broad grin. "Totally worth it, though."

"Long live the Boar King!" another added.

Inosuke stomped up, wearing a scarf like a cape. "WHAT ARE THESE NUMBERS? ARE THEY RANKS?"

Ron choked. "He doesn't even know what points are."

"No, Inosuke," Hermione said with painful patience. "House points are a reward system. They determine who wins the House Cup at the end of the year. We just lost seventy-five points because you—"

"Because I won against the greasy bat!"

"And threw a cauldron at a student!" Hermione snapped.

Inosuke crossed his arms and grinned proudly. "He deserve it."

Despite the plummeting point total, not a single Gryffindor looked upset.

In fact, when they entered the Great Hall, their table broke into spontaneous applause. A banner had appeared overnight: -75 But +100 in our Hearts.

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Later that morning, out on the lawn…

A brisk wind blew across the grassy fields near the Forbidden Forest. Rows of broomsticks were lined neatly on the ground, glinting under the morning sun. First-years from Gryffindor and Slytherin stood gathered on either side of Madam Hooch, a firm but fair woman with sharp eyes and silver hair tied in a neat bun.

"Alright," Madam Hooch barked. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Stand by the left side of your broom. Extend your hand over it and say, Up!"

"Up!" everyone shouted.

Harry's broom leapt into his hand instantly. Ron's rolled over and smacked him in the nose. Hermione's twitched but stayed grounded.

Inosuke stared down at his broom.

"…What is this twig?"

"It's not a twig, it's a broom," Harry whispered.

"It looks like the tail of a defeated beast."

"Just say Up!" Hermione hissed from behind.

Inosuke held out his hand. "OBEY ME, STICK!"

The broom rolled lazily away from him.

He tried again. "RISE! RISE LIKE A DRAGON!"

Still nothing.

Inosuke crouched low, nose inches from the broom. "You dare defy me, wooden snake?"

Then—he headbutted it.

A collective gasp followed.

"Ow," Seamus muttered, watching him cradle his forehead.

"Your turn will come," Inosuke snarled, grabbing the broom like a battle staff and pointing it at the sky. "I will tame you by will or force!"

Madam Hooch walked over, eyebrows raised. "Mr. Hashibira. Do not threaten the broom."

"I THREATEN EVERYTHING THAT OPPOSES ME!"

She turned to the rest. "Let's try something safer. Everyone, mount your brooms—legs over either side—and wait for my signal."

As everyone complied, Inosuke finally straddled the broom, though it looked less like flying preparation and more like he was about to spearhead a cavalry charge.

"On my whistle, kick off from the ground, hover for a few moments, and come back down—nice and steady," Madam Hooch instructed.

She blew the whistle.

Most students took off shakily—wobbling in the air like drunk butterflies. Hermione rose two feet, shrieked, and came down again. Ron and Seamus fumbled, nearly crashing into each other.

Harry, on the other hand, floated effortlessly.

And then there was Inosuke.

With a primal war cry, he kicked off—and shot into the air like a launched cannonball.

"AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"INOSUKE, NO!" Hermione yelled.

Inosuke shot upward like a feral firework, arms stretched out wide, boar mask gleaming in the sun as he rose higher than any first-year dared to dream—or survive.

Students gasped. Some shaded their eyes to watch.

He was doing loops.

Not just any loops—reckless spirals that would've made even seasoned Quidditch players pass out. His broom vibrated under the strain, whistling through the air as if pleading for mercy.

"HE FLIES LIKE A MADMAN!" Dean shouted.

"HE'S GONNA DIE!" Seamus added.

"NO, HE'S GONNA BREAK THE SKY!" Lee Jordan declared dramatically. (The fuck is he doing here?)

"MR. HASHIBIRA!" Madam Hooch bellowed. "GET DOWN THIS INSTANT!"

But Inosuke was too far gone.

He flipped upside down, then kicked off the broom entirely.

Gasps exploded across the lawn.

He soared through the air, limbs outstretched, laughing like he was riding a thunderstorm.

"LOOK AT ME, SKY BEASTS!" he roared. "THE AIR BOWS TO MY MIGHT!"

His broom spiraled away without a rider.

Hermione screamed. "HE'S GOING TO DIE!"

Even Draco Malfoy's face paled. "What is WRONG with him?!"

Down, down, down he plummeted.

Ten meters.

Six meters.

Four—

BOOM!

He crashed.

A cloud of dirt erupted like an explosion, sending grass, earth, and terrified screams into the air.

Silence.

Total, complete silence.

Even the birds stopped chirping.

Madam Hooch dropped her whistle. "Oh no."

Harry stood frozen. "Inosuke…"

Hermione was already sprinting forward, wand drawn. "Someone get Madam Pomfrey!"

Ron yelled, "He's dead! He's totally dead!"

The dust slowly cleared.

Then—

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

From the crater, a wild laugh echoed out.

Everyone stopped.

A foot rose out of the hole. Then another.

Covered in dust, a few blades of grass in his hair, and a jagged crack in his boar mask, Inosuke emerged—arms stretched high, like a gladiator who'd just survived the Colosseum.

"I LIVE!"

A heartbeat passed.

Then—

"WHAT?!"

"You're alive?!"

"You fell from, like, thirty feet!"

"I'VE FALLEN FROM MOUNTAINS HIGHER THAN THIS!" Inosuke bellowed, flexing triumphantly. "GRAVITY IS MY TRAINING PARTNER!"

Hermione dropped to her knees, hands clutching her face. "He fell from a height that would kill anyone and he's fine?"

Madam Hooch staggered over, still reeling. "Are you injured, Mr. Hashibira?"

Inosuke stood tall and proud. "Only my pride, because I missed the sky!"

There was a moment of stunned silence.

Then Lee Jordan began clapping slowly.

Fred and George Weasley joined in almost immediately, cheering and hollering as if Inosuke had just scored the winning goal in the Quidditch World Cup.

Moments later, the entire Gryffindor side of the class erupted into applause. Even a few Slytherins clapped hesitantly, clearly unsure whether to celebrate or run.

Madam Hooch pinched the bridge of her nose with a long-suffering sigh.

"You," she said with measured breath, "have completely violated every rule of safe flying. You dismounted without permission, soared beyond the regulated height limit, crashed—and survived—in a way that physics will now need therapy to recover from."

Inosuke blinked at her through his boar mask. "Did I pass?"

Hooch stared at him for a long moment.

Then muttered, "…I suppose you did."

More cheering.

Fred and George practically launched themselves forward, each grabbing one of Inosuke's shoulders like he was a precious commodity they'd just found in a cave.

"Oi, Boar King," Fred said with a wide grin. "We need to talk recruitment."

"Quidditch recruitment," George added. "You ever think about beating things in the air for a change?"

"Wait a second—what are you two doing here?" Hermione asked, her voice sharp with suspicion. She had just caught sight of the twins and Lee Jordan standing off to the side, clearly not part of the class.

"This is first-year flying class! You're not supposed to be here!"

Fred turned with a mock gasp. "Gracious, George, we've been caught!"

George bowed dramatically. "The noble prefect has found us out!"

Lee Jordan raised his hands. "In our defense, we couldn't miss another round of Inosuke's flying insanity. This is historical!"

"He launched himself like a human Bludger," Fred said proudly.

"Honestly, he's more of a broomstick-powered cannonball," George mused.

Hermione frowned. "You're encouraging him."

"Someone has to!" Lee said cheerfully. "It's like watching a thunderstorm punch the sky."

Madam Hooch glared at the older boys. "You three are not supposed to be here. Detention if you disrupt my class again."

Fred saluted. "Wouldn't dream of it, Madam Hooch."

George added, "We were never here."

And just like that, the three of them backed away, still whispering excitedly about strategies for getting Inosuke onto the team roster by the end of the week.

Inosuke turned to Hermione and Harry, practically vibrating with energy. "What's a Quidditch?"

"It's a sport," Ron said, barely containing a laugh.

"You ride broomsticks and try not to die," Hermione muttered, massaging her temples.

Inosuke flexed. "Sounds amazing. Where do I sign up to beat people midair?!"

"You don't beat people," Hermione snapped. "It's a structured game with rules and roles and—"

"I shall break them all with style!" Inosuke shouted, arms raised toward the sky.

Madam Hooch looked skyward and whispered something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer.