The tension in Gryffindor Tower was unbearable. The House Cup was within reach, but every point counted, and Ravenclaw and Slytherin weren’t about to make it easy. You were trying your best in classes, Quidditch, and even the occasional duel, but it felt like no matter what you did, points slipped through your fingers.

Percy Weasley noticed your frustration one evening as you sat in the common room, scribbling notes and tallying scores.

“You’re overthinking it,” he said, leaning against the armrest beside you. “Winning the House Cup isn’t just about working hard—it’s about working smart.”

You blinked. “Smart? What do you mean?”

Percy’s eyes gleamed. “Let me show you.”

Over the next few days, Percy became your secret strategist. He analyzed professors’ grading patterns, anticipated potential point deductions, and even suggested clever ways to earn bonus points—like helping Neville master a tricky herbology spell or subtly encouraging the first-years to behave in class. You followed his plans, sometimes nervously, but the results spoke for themselves.

Points started to accumulate in ways you never expected: a perfect potion in Snape’s class, winning the house trivia challenge, and even earning extra points for acts of courage and kindness that Percy had suggested. Each time you glanced at him, there was that subtle, knowing smirk, as if he had orchestrated it all.

Finally, the last day of term arrived. The Great Hall was buzzing as Professor McGonagall prepared to announce the House Cup winner. You held your breath, sitting beside Percy, who gave you a reassuring nod.

“Whatever happens,” he whispered, “you did your part.”