DISCLAIMER: This story will contain obscene amounts of weight gain, nudity, and sexual intercourse. All characters partaking in any nude or sexual acts are depicted as 18+, as this (like my other stories) take place in an AU where magic starts showing up in the early stages of puberty and the wizarding world skipped the number 13 as an entry point for magical education due to Arithmacy associated superstitions. If you are not a fan of any of this, I'd advise you leave.

Also I know VERY LITTLE about Fantastic Beasts, I put the movie in the crossover since one of the characters in it is an important character here but i assure you she is VERY OOC. So expect this to be MY version of those movies events in this version of the Harry Potter Timeline.

Helped Written by IdleManRPG

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Chapter 1: Goblet's Tricks and American Treats

October 31st, 1994

7:00 PM BST (5:00 PM EST)

Ilvermorny Academy Headmistress Office

It was Hallowe'en night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and as was usual the students and staff were partaking in the annual Hallowe'en Feast just as the founders had done centuries ago. There were roast chickens, baked hams, potatoes in numerous styles and arrays, enough greens to fill up a rabbit's kennel, and countless piles of candy! What was odd, however, was the inclusion of two other magical schools, for you see this year the Ministry has restarted the Tri-Wizard Tournament: a death defying tournament between the three magical schools of Europe Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang where students would be forced to compete for the entertainment of hundreds of their peers and magical Europe as a whole, surely this wouldn't backfire because Harry Potter is in the proximity of the Goblet of Fire!

Not like when Sirius Black broke in last year, or Miss Norris getting petrified, or the troll breaking info the dungeons in an attempt by Quirrelmort to get the Philosopher's Stone. But the time for talk has finished, Headmaster Dumbledore rose his glass and tapped it with his wand, getting as much attention as he could.

"Students! Guests! May I please have your attention." The headmaster spoke with a sonorus charm.

"I wonder what he is going to say?" Asked Hermione Granger as she popped some Ice Mice into her mouth as an after-dinner mint.

"As I am sure you know, we have allowed the seventh years of all three schools to enter into the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Tonight, we shall finally draw the names of our Tri-Wizard champions!" Dumbledore boomed across the Great Hall.

The other two headmasters approached the goblet and watched as Dumbledore tapped it with his wand, a slip of paper flew up and into the hands of the Headmaster.

"Competing for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic… is Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced.

The Half-Veela smiled as she stood up and waved as she made her way down to the pedestal the Goblet was set on. The male audience of all three schools hooted and hollered, to them Fleur had kicked up her allure up a notch to entice the crowd, while some of the female students were awkwardly quiet. Ron was drooling like a mastiff and Harry was unaffeted.

"They seem excited for her." Harry commented as he bit down on a Chocolate Frog, he pulled out a card and he noticed it was a new one.

The card showed a Black woman with a short haircut wearing an orange set of robes with a necktie, she was holding a charms book in one hand and a wand on the other. On her left was a symbol of a phoenix.

"Who's this?" Harry asked, showing the card to Hermione.

"Oh! Thats Eulalia Hicks, she's an American Charms Professor who fought with Dumbledore when he vanquished Grindelwald!" Hermione said.

"Huh, you'd think her card would be more common…" Harry commented.

"Competing for the Durmstrang Institute!…" Dumbledore started as the audience was pulled back into attention. "Viktor Krum!"

At the mention of his name, Viktor Krum stood up and walked towards the showing of confidence and power. All of the quitted fanatics in the hall cheered for Viktor, the Headmaster Karkaroff grinned as his star student was chosen.

"And for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!… Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore announced.

The applause for this was different than the others, Professor Sprout looked like she choked on her supper as she coughed up some greens. The Hufflepuffs applauded the loudest while the older Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, especially Cho Chang and the Weasley twins applauded with the same fervor. The Slytherins, however, either didn't clap or golf clapped as Cedric walked to the pedestal to stand next to Dumbledore.

"Now then, I am sure our champions will do their best…" However, he was interrupted as the goblet glowed red and shot out another name.

"It would seem we have a fourth contender…" He said, not even acknowledging what school he was written under. "Harry Potter…"

The Great Hall in its entirety turned to look at Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived looked like his patronus caught in headlights. He reluctantly stood and followed the other Headmasters to the back of the hall, the students talking and spreading gossip. Ron audibly complaining about harry not telling HIM how to get in and bringing great dishonor to Gryffindor. When they arrived, Dumbledore Asked Harry calmly…

"HARRY DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE?!" He calmly asked as he backed a mortified Harry into a corner.

Yep… it was Hallowe'en alright.

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October 31st, 1994

5:00 PM EST (7:00 PM BST)

Ilvermorny Academy Headmistress Office

Our story begins in a professional looking office set on the top of the Ilvermorny Academy castle on top of the autumnal forest-coated Mount Greylock in the state of Massachusetts. Inside of the Turkish blue wallpapered office was an array of bookshelves with tomes containing charms techniques from masters all around the world which belonged to the headmistress of the school, who sat at the far end of the room. The rubenesque chestnut skinned headmistress was writing reports on her desk with a quick quotes quill, speaking to the quill as she reached into an enlarged bag of potato chips and took a fist full out, occasionally dropping crumbs on her burnt mahogany trench coat-dress combo and her praline colored necktie and blouse. Her obsidian black hair shimmered in the lighting, without a single streak of gray showing how well she has aged for a witch of ninety.

"Ensure that there are wards protecting the children from ill intent at Ilvermorny Village this year, the First-Generations are wary of razor blades inside of apples for some reason…." The fatty headmistress said in between bites of the greasy potato chips.

The Headmistress of Ilvermony was obese, there is no way around this, and she'd casually admit she weighed around one thousand pounds the last time that she weighed herself, at least like this. Her clothes were tailored to fit her, to maintain a vaguely professional demeanor in spite of her gargantuan size.

Her iconic trench coat and dress have long since ridden up in an attempt to cover her large body, barely covering her upper torso. What used to reach her ankles now barely contained her breasts and flabby back. Her shirt only had two buttons fastened up, stretched to their limit as ebony blubber oozed between the gaps. Record breaking breasts, far past Z-cup, were round and firm, her nipples barely covered while a scandalous amount of cleavage jiggled freely with every breath. Arms almost as wide as skinny man's waist broke out of her ripped dress sleeves, idly resting on a good amount of side boob and belly.

Down below her chest, her apron of a belly hung out freely, extending down towards swollen knees larger than tree trunks and propping up her chest. Completely uncovered, the dark and smooth fat was free of blemishes and stretch marks, a cavernous navel front and center.

Finally, a couch filling rear was planted on a half broken couch, having far outgrown the possibility of any chairs withstanding her weight. As her formerly body covering dress barely contained her chest, she had now opted for a skirt, if it could be called that. Barely reaching her constantly touching thighs, the matching cloth barely contained her bubbly rear end, hugging it tightly. So ill suited for its job it couldn't even contain said ass properly, an incredibly generous amount of abyssal ass crack always hanging out, revealing most of her back folds as well as her lack of panties. Lastly, cankles nearly the size of her thighs began enveloping her feet, the nice dress shoes virtually useless, both from the fact her cankles covered her feet and touched the ground when standing, and the fact she rarely got up in the first place.

All in all, despite her attempt at a professional look despite her size, it was clear her heart wasn't truly in it. One of a woman who would rather show off her body in all its nude glory but instead was forced to cover the bare minimum needed.

"I mean, who the heck even gives out apples on Halloween? I mean dipped in caramel sure, but plain raw apples? What the hell are muggles doing to this holiday?" She said as she ate more of her chips, eyeballing how much candy is expected to be sold tonight on a magically powered computer screen.

The door on the side of the office opened, revealing a nervous looking pukwudgie, who's appearance to the gold and battle-driven goblins of Europe is merely coincidence; pukwudgies have taken to a more isolationist lifestyle of hunting and mischief making. This cool gray skinned pukwudgie in particular was a dapper fellow, having a slicked back hairstyle made out of his slate-colored quills, adorned in a cedar colored robe made out of faded animal pelt and underneath that was a Pink Floyd t-shirt and red-plaid sleep pants, adorned with white slippers.

"Headmistress?" Asked the pukwudgie with a slightly naisely voice.

"Yes Reed?" Asked the headmistress, smiling at her old friend at the doorway.

Reed entered the office, carefully closing the door behind him. The pukwudgie, like the headmistress, was rather fat but far less so. Reed's shirt was tightly held on and rode up his belly, exposing a decent amount of it below his belly button, it jiggling as he walked in. Aside from that, Reed had a dad bod all things considered, except of the impressive set of man boobs straining against the tshirt, the sight of the straining fabric made Eulalia grin. Having Reed sat down across from the headmistress and pulled out a crystal ball from his robe.

"I have intercepted some information… you're going to want to see this." Reed said as he placed it onto her desk and rubbed it, some arm fat jiggling while he did so.

The ball cleared out the fog inside and showed the crystal clear image of Hogwarts, and in said image was Albus Dumbledore standing in front of the goblet of fire.

"The goblet of fire? Why does that old man have his wrinkly hands on it…?" She asked, biting another fist full of chips.

"It would seem that those three schools have started up the Triwizard tournament again…" Reed said, watching her eat while being worried about how she will take this.

"So?" The black headmistress gulped down the chips. "Why show me this? You know I have it out for that old coot, so why this?" She looked into the bag to see if there were any chips left.

As she poured the remaining crumbs of the chips into her mouth, the Hogwarts headmaster read off the names. Some handsome Hufflepuff got chosen for Hogwarts, a quarter-veela got chosen for Beauxbatons, and the world famous quidditch star Viktor Krum got chosen for Durmstrang. However, the applause was interrupted by the goblet glowing red and ejecting a burning name that caught the headmistress's attention.

"It would seem we have a fourth contender… Harry Potter…" The old man read the name out in the fakest act of shock either had ever seen, yet the entire hall bought it.

"So what? Harry Potter gets chosen to become a fourth champion, big whoop. Just declare it a farce, reignite the goblet of fire, and redraw the names." The headmistress said as she tossed the bag of chips aside into a trash can. One that was already filled many other empty bags of other snacks.

"That's the thing Miss Hicks-" Reed started before being interrupted.

"Please, call me Lally. This isn't a professional meeting, Reed." Headmistress Hicks said as she looked into Reed's pitch black eyes, oh she could get lost in them.

Shaking his head, Reed looked worriedly at her. The poor thing was absolutely a bundle of shaking nerves, Eulalia smirked as his belly jiggled but was caught off guard as her divination professor grabbed her chubby cheeks and pulled her face in to look her dead in the eyes.

"They haven't done that though!… Harry Potter has been entered as a competitor of a tournament canceled because of the number of casualties. Dumbledore is clearly using Harry to his own ends!…" Reed said as he shook her before looking at the ball in anguish.

Albus Dumbledore was not a name that Eulalie, "Lally to her Friends", Hicks remembered fondly, perhaps long ago but no longer. She was one of the members of Dumbledore's army against the tyranny of Grindelwald, a wizard who sought to conquer or kill muggles like her grandfather. However, she grew disillusioned with the transfigurations professor as he focused more on the deputy headmaster job at Hogwarts, rather than maintaining the delicate balance between peace and facism in Europe as Grindelwald triggered World War Two. While fighting she had lost many friends: colleagues who worked with her at Ilvermorny, alumni she taught charms lessons to, and even Jacob and Queenie Kowalski, a muggle husband and witch wife who left behind an orphaned daughter who died shortly after to Pollio. Enraged, the charms mistress ushered all her strength and concealed a charm booby trap for Grindelwald, rendering him with less magic than a squib once he activated it in a duel with Dumbledore. Even at the climax of the war Dumbledore had refused to kill his blood-bonded former-lover, disgusted by the idea of playing "forgive and forget" with a literal magic Nazi, Eulalie left that chapter of her life behind: with Dumbledore getting sole credit for the defeat of Grindelwald.

Eulalie returned to Ilvermorny as a broken woman, but she vowed to never allow something like this to happen to one of her students ever again. After becoming headmistress she enacted many precautions, such as monitoring the welfare of students through trace tracking spells. She updated her school's curriculum to match what the rest of the world was teaching in both Magic and Muggle subjects, and then surpassed both. She even went as far as to change the name of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, into the much more Statute of Secrecy compliant name of "Ilvermorny Academy", even going as far as to make a website for any curious muggles who over hear Magicals talking about it. So while England was under the siege of another dark lord who had popped up right under Dumbledore's shaggy beard, the US was now Dark Lord free since 1945 and at the top of the school ranking system of the Magical World.

"Well this is serious… but why bring this to me?" Eulalie said as she rubbed her chubby cheeks as her professor let go.

"Because Lally, the ball was able to detect this… because he was entered against his will as a student of Ilvermorny." Reed nervously said, hoping for the best reaction….. That reaction was not what he got, as the headmistress exploded in anger.

"WHAT?! WHO THE HELL ENTERED HIM UNDER OUR NAME?! AND WHY WEREN'T WE CONTACTED ABOUT THIS!?" Eulalie asked, screaming at the top of her lungs in frustration, flinging bowls of D-list Halloween candy such as candy corn and black licorice across the room in her rage. Her entire body trembled, much like the earth shaking and buckling under the force of a massive earthquake from the San Andreas Fault.

She hit a button on the underside of her desk, opening a freezer, she reached in and rummaged through before fishing out a large tub of pecan praline ice cream and an ice cream scoop, tossing the lid aside she started to dig into the tub and bite down on the ice cream, frustration visible on her face.

"I-If I had to guess headmistress, he intends to send Harry down shit's creek without a paddle… I cannot get a good read on who did this, but I know one thing, we can't stand by and let it happen." Reed said as he eyed her eating the ice cream, trying to calm her down as he sat back down in the chair.

Eulalie grunted in frustration as she gulped down some scoops of the ice cream. Cooling off mentally and physically.

"Well, how do you suppose we get there? We'll need students to volunteer to leave and it isn't like we'll be welcomed there." She said as she pointed her spoon at Reed.

"Perhaps not, but can you imagine what the incident will do to Dumbledore's reputation if we act on it?" Reed asked as Eulalie began to contemplate.

True, Dumbledore's most precious resource was his legacy, if anyone knew his legacy was built upon a foundation of lies it would ruin him. The headmistress stroked her chins as she thought to herself, how could they abuse this.

"Has Hogwarts or either of the other two schools sent us notice that now we have a new student?" Lally asked as she brushed off her fingers against her coat and typed on her computer's keyboard.

"No ma'am, they seem rather comfortable keeping this from us…" Reed said as he used his wand to summon all the candy off the floor, clean it, and place it back into a large bowl before taking pieces off and eating them.

"Hmph. Well then, you know what they say." She said.

Eulalie started typing up a digital message to the president of the magical United States as well as the International Confederation of Wizards.

"There's always room for one more…" Headmistress Hicks said as she hit send. Grinning at the loading icon.

"Oh, well it's good that you are getting something done about this… I worry about that boy", Reed said as he ate from the candy bowl, eying Eulalie's cleavage.

The headmistress grinned as she went to unbutton those two straggling buttons on her "Halloween Costume", causing her breasts to start to be pulled downward by the force of gravity.

"You're right, you must've been so stressed out Reed. I'm sure we can work out a reward for you bringing this to my attention~…" The headmistress said as she winked at her divination professor.

Reed now looked a bit excited, he removed his robe and climbed up the headmistress' stomach as he looked into her eyes.

"Well thank you headmistress, shall I get more icecream for you?~…" Her old friend asked as he removed his pants, eying her belly button.

God she loves her job.

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October 31st, 1994

8:00 PM BST (6:00 PM EST)

Gryffindor Common Room

Harry Potter was in absolute misery, yet again on Halloween, his life has been completely upended because of something he wasn't even involved with. Apparently, someone had entered his name into the Triwizard Tournament, which, according to Hermione, was an incredibly deadly tournament that had students from three different European schools participate in death defying challenges to see who the best school was. As Dumbledore had placed an age circle surrounding the Goblet of Fire, a goblin artifact that held the names of those who entered: people believe that he cheated in order to get into the tournament as a fourth competitor. And as usual, every Gryffindor in the dormitory had turned their back on Harry the moment something got suspicious, well, all except Hermione.

At the moment, he and Hermione were at the corner of the common room. The latter was nose deep into a book on the tournament in order to see if this had happened before.

"I just don't understand it Harry, how could someone have entered your name? Dumbledore placed tight security around the goblet!" Hermione said while reading about the infamous manticore mauling of 1775.

"He placed the line around it that gave anyone under the age of 18 a beard, that's not security Hermione, that's a joke." Harry said, unamused at the old man's indifference towards what happened.

Across the room, Ron Weasley glared at Harry Potter. How the bloody hell could he cheat himself into the tournament and not tell HIM, his best mate! Ronald was so sure that he would win, that he failed to consider the amount of impending danger that his supposed "best mate" was under at the moment.

"Oi! Don't blame the headmaster for your fuck up Potter!" Ron screeched at Harry. Many of the lion's den agreed with him.

Harry sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

"Ron, I told you before that I did not put myself into the tournament-" He tiredly said, but was interrupted.

In a puff of smoke, an American Muggle mailbox manifested into the middle of the Gryffindor common room. All of the magical-raised students began to freak out at the foreign artifact, believing it to be some form of bomb sent to destroy them all as they stamped it out of the common room screaming things such as.

"THERE'S A BOMB!" The Patil twins shrieked in fear as they booked it.

"DEATH EATER ATTACK!" screamed a horrified Ginny Weasley as she ran out towards the portrait.

"SOMEONE GET MCGONAGALL!" yelled a frantic Neville Longbottom, before getting shoved to the floor by Ron Weasley.

"SCREW HER! GET DUMBLEDORE! HE'LL SAVE US!" yelled Ron Weasley as he shoved his way through the portrait.

As they all left, the remaining muggle-raised students were left confused at the sudden appearance of an ordinary mailbox with Harry's name on the red flag.

"Uhhh, is anyone expecting any mail?" Dean Jordan asked thinking it was just one of the numerous forms of magical communication as Harry approached the box, opening it he saw a lone letter.

"It's a post box… and there's a letter for me inside?" Harry asked himself, wondering if this was just one of the many forms of magical postage, judging by the muggle envelope he pulled out, it was not.

As Harry opened up the letter, the Muggle-raised all piled around in curiosity of a muggle envelope. Their eyes widened seeing that the contents was a piece of paper. Not a piece of wizarding parchment, honest to God muggle copy paper, and throwing them off even more, the paper has digital text printed onto it as opposed to handwriting done by ink and quill.

"Is that computer text?" Asked a curious Seamus Finnigan.

"It's a straight up printer document!" Exclaimed a surprised Lavender Brown.

As they looked at the letter, Harry was smothered by the students. Hermione pulled Harry away so he could breathe, but like the other Muggle-raised couldn't take her eyes off the document, bewildered.

"Alright alright, everyone back away! It's Harry's letter so he should read it in privacy." She said, respectfully.

Harry read through the letter and was shocked as he read it out for all the muggle-raised to hear.

"Dear Harry Potter. We at Ilvermorny Academy are proud to welcome you into our esteemed school?!" Exclaimed a shocked Harry.

That silenced the rest of the Gryffindors and they sat quiet and listened to him.

"Due to an oversight on the part of your headmaster, you have become enrolled as a student of Ilvermorny Academy. Had headmaster Dumbledore simply called off the tournament and reshuffled the names, you would not be participating under the school that you have been entered as a champion of, which again is our school. We shall arrive tomorrow morning at 7:30AM, your time of course, and give you our full support for your efforts in this tournament you have found yourself falsely entered in. Remember, be sure to keep an open mind and an empty stomach, sincerely: Headmistress Eulalie Hicks…" Harry read out, his frustrations at such a simple fix to this issue not being employed by Dumbledore only growing as he read through the letter.

The students were shocked to learn that Harry has become a student under a different school, was that even possible? Their questions were answered as Harry's uniform suddenly lost its red and gold outlines synonymous to the Gryffindor house. His association to the house, literally being stripped from him in real time.

"…So that's it then isn't it?" Harry asked himself as he looked down at his blank white tie.

The students looked sympathetic towards Harry, sorry he had to leave the school due to someone's actions and all.

"Harry…" Hermione said as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

Hermione was surprised when Harry suddenly hugged her, her cheeks becoming rosy as he did so. Usually she was the one to initiate these hugs, so the nineteen year old was not used to being on this end. The other muggle-raised students looking at her with smirks only furthered her embarrassment causing her face to turn cherry red as she flustered. However, she was dragged down to reality as she felt hot tears flow down Harry's face.

"It's not fair Hermione… I never asked for any of this!…" Harry said as Hermione frowned at him in sympathy.

Hermione picked the former lightweight Gryffindor quidditch seeker up bridal style and carried him off to his dormitory. A familiar house elf had just finished packing Harry's belongings and frowned sadly at Harry.

"Is master Harry really leaving Hoggy warts Miss Mione?" Dobby asked, tugging at his tea cloth tunic.

Hermione sadly nodded, while she wasn't comfortable with the ongoing issue of house elf enslavement and abuse, she knew that Dobby cared for Harry very much.

"Yes Dobby, Harry has been enrolled into another school because of an oversight on Dumbledore's end." Hermione said as she sat Harry down on the bed, the latter looking at her with bloodshot eyes.

"Oversight?! This wasn't an oversight Hermione, he's either doing this on purpose or is irresponsible to even be hosting this tournament to begin with!" Harry lamented, deeply hurt at the prospect.

Hermione frowned at her closest friend, she had to admit Harry had a point.

"Well, I know you'll get through this… we always do." She said, smiling at him.

"But WE always get through this, you'll still be here… and I won't…" Harry said, choking through his tears as he felt he was at his lowest.

Hermione hadn't considered the idea of them separated by school, something she is surprised she hadn't realized earlier. The two of them had spent many years getting to know each other at Hogwarts: studying, stopping the yearly chaos that rolls around, and even being her first friend. She smiles sadly remembering the end of last year, when the 18 year old and 17 year old rode off on the back of Buckbeak the hippogriff, as she clung onto his back as he flew them. It might have been the adrenaline of helping an escaped convict, or being dozens of meters off the ground, but it sparked something inside of her heart that night…

"We WILL get you through this Harry… I'm not leaving your side, even if I have to transfer with you…" Hermione said with tears pooling up in her eyes.

Harry looked disbelieving at Hermione as she laid down next to him, her bushy hazelnut hair hitting the pillow next to him as she looked into his killing-curse green eyes with her chocolate colored ones.

"Y-You'd give up education at the world's premiere magical school for me?" Harry asked, cautiously not believing her.

Hermione smiled and brushed his pitch black hair smiling, making a mess of it.

"Yes, yes I would… it doesn't sound very much like me, I know. But I know it's smarter for me to stand by your side… besides, what would you ever do without me?~" Hermione coyly asked as Harry lied down and looked at her, she got worried by his expression of disbelief.

"Hermione y-you shouldn't be thinking like that… you're better off here… without me getting in your way." Harry said, believing he wasn't worth changing schools for.

He rolled over to look away from her… only for her to wrap her arms around him, being taller and at least ten pounds larger than Harry had it's advantage here.

"Maybe I don't deserve you Harry… but I know I want you…" Hermione said, tears pooling into her eyes.

Harry looked back, worried he hurt her by existing once again.

"But I know even more than that, I cannot live without you…" Hermione said, on the verge of breaking down in tears.

"Hermione?…" Harry asked concerned for her wellbeing.

When he faced her, he was thrown for a loop to be kissed on the lips by the bushy brunette bookworm. It was a few seconds, but it was more than enough to stun Harry into silence as she pulled away from him, smiling at him.

"I love you Harry… I know you might not believe that right now, especially after all of the curveballs life has thrown at you today… but I promise you I mean it…" Hermione said, holding Harry's hands as tears welled up in her eyes.

Harry's eyes welled up with tears as he looked into her eyes… he wrapped his arms around her, asking her to stay with him tonight. Hermione smiled and cuddled with him, who was she to deny him his request? That night, Harry and Hermione slept together cuddled together in a newly formed lover's embrace. No one disturbed them, or the muggle-raised gryffindors for that matter, due to Dumbledore having the wizard raised ones sleep in the great hall due to fear of the vanishing mailbox being some kind of plot against the school, never mind the fact that Dobby made sure the two had their privacy.