“Ready to lose again, Leo?” Sebastian smirked.
And Leo? Leo was standing there, empty-handed, a single, horrifying realization dawning on his face.
He won the Confringo marble.
The Repack was gone. Used. Spent. But the source code of the spell—the dark, untamed core that Imogen had compressed—didn't disappear. It latched onto the nearest vessel of untrained magic.
The crackling fireplace in the Gryffindor common room was usually a source of warmth and comfort. But for Leo, a seventh-year with a tarnished prefect badge, it was a spotlight illuminating his shame. He wasn't studying ancient runes or brewing Felix Felicis. He was holding a small, lead-lined box. hogwarts legacy repack
“Leo?” Sebastian croaked, sitting up. “What did you do?”
When the smoke cleared, Sebastian was on his back, robes smoking, hair singed. He was alive—just. The courtyard looked like a dragon had used it as a landing pad. “Ready to lose again, Leo
Leo had traded a month’s worth of Chocolate Frog cards for the Repack of the Confringo Blast . It was a single, obsidian marble. Inside, Imogen had compressed the explosive curse so tightly that its activation required no magic, no skill. Just a flick of the thumb.