D&D evening

When you try to open the chest, it disappears and 3 Beholders block your way to the exit. A deep voice resounds, "You have fallen into my trap." What do you do? asked Harry to Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Justin Finch-Fletchley who were seated in front of him, each with a character sheet and 10-sided dice.

I cast a conjunctivitis curse on them, Nott replied calmly.

For the fifth time, no you can't. Harry snapped.

Why? It's the best way to get rid of a Beholder. Nott replied coldly.

Yes, but your character doesn't know that spell. Harry explained again, trying to muster all his patience.

This is ridiculous. It's a spell that even a first-year could cast. Isn't he supposed to be a mage?

Yes, but that spell does not exist in the game.

This game makes no sense. I should go back to the library.

For once, I agree with Nott. Intervened Justin Finch-Fletchley, whom Harry had forced to come by making him feel guilty about the way he had treated him the previous year.

Harry suspected that the coexistence between Nott and Justin would be difficult, as everything opposed the two teenagers. First of all, Justin was Muggle-born, but more importantly, he was as cheerful and extroverted as Nott was solitary and reserved. Simply put, Justin was the perfect embodiment of Hufflepuff values and Nott of those of a block of ice. A very cold block of ice. But Justin was the only student at Hogwarts that Harry knew who had already played Dungeons and Dragons. And they needed at least four players for the game to be interesting.

But from the start, Harry regretted his choice. It took all the cunning and combined patience of Zabini and Harry to prevent them from killing each other during the character sheet creation. To think that Harry had thought role-playing would help Nott come out of his shell. He would be lucky if one of them didn't end up in Azkaban before the end of the session.

For once, doing something other than studying won't kill you. I find it funny. Zabini intervened.

Pleased to entertain you. Commented Nott in his monotone voice.

If it helps you loosen up, imagine that you are studying how to fight Muggles.

A Nott has nothing to learn about being so inferior and certainly not about fighting.

That's for sure, your family of inbred degenerates has nothing to learn about the art of massacring people. Justin intervened angrily.

Finally, you were right. Despite your lack of muscles, the barbarian suits you much better than the thief.

This time Harry and Blaise couldn't stop them in time, and the table flew into the air following the explosion of the spell that came from their two wands. Harry and Blaise just had time to take cover in a corner.

He was just supposed to say, I cast "a fireball." Harry lamented.

The Beholders live next to the dragons, they do not fear fire. Zabini pointed out.

Are you going to start too? IT'S A GAME. Enunciated Harry slowly, emphasizing each syllable.

Nevertheless, I find it strange. Beholders are peaceful vegetarians, perfectly harmless. Why attack them in the first place?

Finally, he might already have enough problems without trying to help Nott.

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Author's note: In D&D, a Beholder is a demon resembling a large eye with wings. Hence the conjunctivitis spell. This monster doesn't seem to exist in JK Rowling's universe, but I thought it would be funny if it did.