Harry and his most hated classmate blew up half the Potions classroom in a dispute and happily both got the job of cleaning out the mysterious basement of Hogwarts.
The fate begins when a strange ancient box is opened.
Harry: Tsk, tsk, tsk, the young master is so exquisite. . . I can also collect information!
A classmate who was hated: What kind of doghouse-like hair is this? . . I can also get some information!