Juggler

"Hogwarts gives every student space to grow and make mistakes, but that space is not without boundaries. What you said to Mr. Potter tonight was very close to, and perhaps even crossed, that line. I do not wish to see it happen again."

Skofot met his gaze, an invisible electric current seeming to crackle between them.

He knew that his probing for the night had reached its limit.

The old man hadn't delved into the source of his power, nor had he exposed more of his secrets, but that didn't mean he was safe.

This was more like a... temporary suspension, the beginning of even closer surveillance.

He nodded slightly, the neurotic smile on his face finally disappearing completely, leaving only a cold calm.

"I understand, Headmaster." His tone was obedient, but his eyes held no warmth.

Dumbledore nodded. "Very good. Then, you should return to your common room. It is late."

Skofot said nothing more and turned towards the door, his steps steady and without the slightest hesitation.

The moment he pulled the door open and left, he seemed to hear a faint whisper behind him, almost dissipating into the air.

"The path one chooses often defines a person more than the power they possess..."

The door closed softly.

Dumbledore stood alone in the empty classroom, looking at the Mirror of Erised, which was about to be moved, and remained silent for a long time.

The boy named Skofot Leoqi, like a black stone dropped into the lake of fate, had stirred ripples that were quietly altering the trajectory of many things.

[Emotion Points +120] (From Dumbledore's deep scrutiny, warning, and internal assessment)

[Emotion Points: 1700/100]

In the following days, Skofot Leoqi became an increasingly unsettling presence at Hogwarts.

Skipping classes became commonplace, his figure frequently appearing in various corners of the castle, and his behavior grew increasingly bizarre and unpredictable.

Sometimes he would appear in the courtyard or an empty corridor and, without any warning, begin performing a series of astonishingly difficult acrobatic feats.

His body seemed boneless, capable of twisting into incredible angles, or executing a series of flips and balancing tricks so fast they left afterimages.

These were movements far beyond the capabilities of ordinary young wizards, even surpassing most professional acrobats.

He performed these actions with a blank expression, only his eyes shining frighteningly, as if completing some sacred ritual, or merely venting excess energy.

The students who watched went from initial surprise and curiosity to a growing sense of unease.

No one cheered; there were only whispers and subconscious steps backward.

His inhuman precision and the focused, almost detached aura he exuded during his performances sent shivers down their spines.

Even more chilling was that when birds occasionally landed in the courtyard, or beetles crawled across the windowsill, Skofot would immediately stop all movement, his gaze fixed intently on the small creatures.

He wasn't just looking; it was more like... assessing.

His Adam's apple would involuntarily bob up and down, a clear swallowing motion, his eyes revealing a pure, primal hunger for "food."

That look alone was enough to make a few first-year Hufflepuff girls burst into tears on the spot.

In the Great Hall, his eating habits also became a focal point of attention.

He began to openly refuse the meticulously prepared vegetables from the house-elves, even pushing them aside with his fork in disgust.

In contrast, he showed an extraordinary enthusiasm for meat, especially steak that was still bloody and undercooked.

He no longer used a knife and fork to cut it delicately, sometimes even grabbing large chunks of steak with his bare hands and devouring them. The faint sounds of him chewing raw meat and the occasional trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth made students sitting near him lose their appetite and turn pale.

"Is he... crazy?" Lavender Brown whispered, her face pale, to Parvati during a Potions class, after watching Skofot quietly swallow at the sight of the Death's-head moth larvae on the table, which were meant to be ingredients.

Parvati clutched her sleeve tightly, shaking her head, her eyes full of fear.

At the Slytherin table, Malfoy was on pins and needles.

He now avoided Skofot whenever he saw him, not even daring to make eye contact.

Crabbe and Goyle, though slow-witted, also instinctively sensed danger, tensing up whenever Skofot approached.

"I must say, Mr. Leoqi's recent behavior... is very concerning."

Professor McGonagall said with a furrowed brow at a staff meeting, "His absentee record has become alarmingly high, and his... public performances are causing panic among the students."

Snape listened expressionlessly, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table.

He knew the danger of that little monster better than anyone; those acrobatics and raw food habits were merely the tip of the iceberg.

He said grimly, "Perhaps we should consider more... forceful measures. Before he causes more serious... consequences."

Professor Flitwick appeared worried.

"His mental state is clearly unstable. Should we contact St. Mungo's? Or at least have Madam Pomfrey give him a thorough examination?"

Quirrell stammered in agreement, his eyes darting around, afraid to look at Snape or delve deeper into the topic.

Even the usually blunt Hagrid felt an inexplicable pang of unease when he noticed the way Skofot stared at Norbert (the Norwegian Ridgeback he was trying to secretly raise) with an expression akin to examining a specimen, and quickly secured the cage.

Hermione Granger tried to find an explanation in books, consulting Common Magical Ailments and Rare Mental Magical Disorders, but found nothing.

Skofot's behavior did not match any known descriptions of illness, which frustrated her and deepened her confusion.

Harry and Ron simply and crudely classified Skofot as an "untouchable dangerous element" and resolutely adopted the strategy of "run on sight."

Skofot was indifferent to everything around him. He was immersed in the novel experience and chaotic impulses brought by the [Juggler] card.

The sense of control over his physical limits while performing acrobatics fascinated him, and the desire for raw meat and the satisfaction of consuming it were simple and direct.

The fear, disgust, and gossip of others all turned into steadily increasing numbers on his System panel.

[Emotion Points +10] (from Lavender Brown's fear)

[Emotion Points +15] (from Parvati Patil's horror)

[Emotion Points +20] (from Draco Malfoy's continuous fear)

[Emotion Points +25] (from Minerva McGonagall's worry and vigilance)

[Emotion Points: 1770/100]

He was like a distorted pebble dropped into a calm lake, enjoying the constantly spreading ripples of chaos he himself had caused.

As for what kind of storm these ripples would eventually stir up, he seemed not to care.

He was merely following his instincts, performing a mad, solo dance on the grand stage of Hogwarts, a dance that no one could understand or applaud.