Moldy Voldy makes an announcement the next day. "Any students found with Magizoologist Newt Scamander must be reported to me. Any cases of non-reported association with Scamander will be instantly punished. Any students associating with Scamander or keeping communication with him secret will be expelled immediately."

Uh-oh.

Old Moldy Voldy knows about the Life Dementor revolution. He's trying to stop us!

Draco shakes his fist at a picture of Moldy Voldy hanging on the wall when he hears it and mutters, "I hate Moldy Voldy and wish he'd never existed!"

I hope to be Master of Death soon.

But what I know is that my ally, Draco himself, is the master of the Elder Wand. To be the Master of Death, I must defeat my friend.

I don't want to do that.

But now, it's Unforgivable Curses with Professor Cobrai Grandmay, a woman who has neat black hair. She tells us first how to do the Imperius Curse.

"Now, face your partner and say, 'Imperio!'"

Clay gets paired with me. A fourth year who gets partnered with the teacher shoots me a sour look, then mutters, "It'll take more than an Invisibility Cloak and a Magizoologist and a teacher on your side to survive the Head, Octopus Bait."

I flash a glare her way. She glares back, then tosses her blond hair and Imperiuses Professor Grandmay. The professor does a weird dance, and I Imperius the fourth year instead of Clay, then Imperius a spider and force it to throw itself down the fourth year's throat. I tell the fourth year not to fight it or panic. "Sweet, sweet revenge," I whisper. "Octopus Bait," she hisses.

I take the spell off Professor Grandmay, and she stops doing the little dance. "Why, thank you, Cloudy," she rewards me.

With that, I'm Professor Grandmay's favorite student.

She always notices when I do well, when I eat politely. This is nice.

So, I decide that Grandmay might be a good ally.

"Hey, Professor?" I say.

"What, Cloudy?" she asks with a warm look on her face.

I whisper, "Will you help me with the Life Dementors?"

"I'm a Life Dementor myself," she responds. "I'll meet you and your society in the common room."

Now, I have a good society. I have a Deathly Hallow. I have everything.

But I'm worried I might not be able to win. I may fail in killing Moldy Voldy.