Doc's buttercup mystery
Doc is considered the G.O.A.T. of Hogwarts and not in the way you think it is. While he may be one of the best students Hogwarts has ever had, it did not come from that.
It started as a joke between him, Etho and X, but it quickly spread throughout the entirety of Hogwarts. He liked the nickname and its meaning. Grind Optimise Automate Thrive, it suited him, it was everything he strived to be.
And not without reason.
Doc came from a wealthy German pureblood family whose motto was ‘Seien Sie der Beste’. It was not some fancy words like most pureblood families had, but it said enough about them. Don’t mess with the Seventee’s.
Not only were they in charge of the world's best Giant Goat farm, but they also (basically) ran the German ministry of Magic, the Deutsches Ministerium für Magie. They were powerful people, only the best of the best.
And that was what Doc had to be too. So perfect grades it was, before leaving Germany for Romania and work with dragons!
The only reason his family even accepted his choice was because of the high status dragons hold among magical creatures and because they were extremely powerful beings. If Doc went to work with them, they would be able to tell everyone how powerful and strong of a wizard he was.
He truly loved his family, but they were a bit narcissistic at times.
Doc was actually meant to go to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts, but managed to persuade his parents by the fact that Dumbledore was headmaster there and that Durmstrang’s headmaster was a former Death Eater. His family did not like Death Eaters, not after what had happened with Grindelwald.
His reason soon turned out invalid as he found out what a terrible person Dumbledore actually was, but he never told that to his family because he had grown fond of Hogwarts and its people and ghosts (all except Dumbledore of course).
Outside of the G.O.A.T Doc could also be very competitive, it was the reason he was a beater in the first place. But whenever there was a test or event he was determined to score the best out of everyone.
Cleo helped bring that down a bit, but it was still in his nature.
TAG did not help that at all.
The goal of TAG was to hide a fake Ender dragon egg for as long as possible, the scores being magically counted and the first to reach a thousand won.
And come on, it was an Ender dragon egg! Could you blame him? It was like the game was designed for him to win and so winning it was.
Doc spent countless hours searching the entire castle for little hidey holes he could put the TAG in, uncovering some of Hogwarts secret corridors and tunnels in the process. But before he could hide it there, he first had to find it.
He walked back towards their games room to look at the scoreboard; Cleo had the TAG currently. That should not be too hard right? And besides, they were all equipped with a spell that helped track the TAG until you got within twenty metres of it.
“Detegere draconis ovum!” A blueish mist appeared from his wand, forming a trail which he followed. It led him to the dungeons, which he kind of expected from his fellow Slytherin. He knew that it was not in their common room as they were off limits, as the students from other houses were not able to enter them. Legally.
When he passed the potions classroom the mist dissolved. Aha! Potions classroom it was. Of course he would have to be very careful about entering here, even Slytherins were not allowed in without permission. But a simple cloaking charm would do the trick for now. That is if he could find the TAG within twenty minutes.
Finding it was not an easy task, Cleo had hidden it well. But after uncovering a secret door that led to Snape’s secret stash of expensive potion ingredients, he found it. It was hidden behind a couple of barrels that held some sort of purplish liquid, something he did not want to touch with his bare hands.
He levitated it easily and snuck back out. If everything was correct he should be getting his first points now! One for every hour.
He ran with it towards the sixth floor where there was a tapestry hanging from a wall. Behind it was a secret hallway and in there were some loose planks that he was able to push aside and hide the TAG in. Job well done, he would say.
Months passed at the battle was still really tight. It was between him, Grian, Mumbo and Scar. The three apparently know all the nooks and crannies the castle had to offer and had sent him on a wild goose chase multiple times already.
Grian was now in possession of the TAG and had a score of 924, which was the highest of all. Doc being on 912, Mumbo at 899 and Scar being on 903. The rest was far behind them, most staggering at the 500 mark, which was still a lot being honest. But Doc was determined to beat all of them.
He knew the three were close friends, Ren included, but he never knew to what extent they would go in order to beat him.
Until he found them at the edge of the Forbidden Forest dressed as hippies.
He had gotten an owl that morning from an unknown messenger.
Dearest of dearest mister G.O.A.T.,
It had come to our utmost attention that thou art in competition with three of the most legendary students Hogwarts has ever had the chance to have.
We would formally like to discuss this matter with you, civilly and in private, at the border of the spooky forest.
Yours sincerely,
The Buttercups
It would not hurt to check that out would it? And even if their intentions were harmful, it was not like he was not able to defend himself. He was a sixth years for Merlin's sake.
It turned out to only be Mumbo, Grian and Scar and he figured that they would likely talk to him about TAG. He was right.
“Ahh, Doc, you received our message, I take it!” Scar shouted happily from beneath his pink glasses that were way too big for his head, the others had matching ones.
“I have, yes,” he nodded and laughed, “The three most legendary students Hogwarts has ever seen?” Grian shook his head comically fast at that while Mumbo looked at the younger surprised. He took it that Grian had written the letter then, that would make sense because the writing was like that of a pureblood.
“You included of course, otherwise you weren’t as high in the TAG standings as you were. Great job at that by the way,” Grian praised him and Doc could not help but wonder if there was anything suspicious going on here.
“We would like to talk about that by the way,” Grian stated professionally and he made some weird hand movement that Doc frowned at. Definitely suspicious. “We, of course, expect you not to hold back in the slightest and go all in. We’ll do the same. That was it really, good luck.” After that they ran away, leaving Doc baffled.
After that things were getting strange. Like more stranger than Hogwarts strange.
He kept finding buttercups everywhere.
He knew it was because of something the three rapscallions had done that night, but this was insane. They were even in his food!
On top of this, he was not able to find the egg to save his life and it was getting frustrating. Two weeks of full torment from the Buttercups was all it took for Doc to catch them after class.
“Hello! Grian, Mumbo, Scar!” the three in question turned around. “What’s up with the buttercups man, it’s getting annoying!” They laughed at the sight of his dishevelled appearance, there were buttercups in his hair everywhere.
“It’s a retaliation of sorts, we don’t know where you’ve hidden the Tegg, but wherever it is, it’s an amazing spot,” Scar grinned but all Doc could do was be confused.
“I don’t have the Tegg.” Their smiles dropped as well. “What do you mean?” They quickly shot up and all four ran towards the scoreboard in the games room.
Grian: 956
Mumbo: 945
Scar: 981
Doc: 970
Cub: 999
They were just in time to see Cub’s score of 999 switch to a thousand and they collectively groaned.
In the meantime Cub casually walked in and with a look on the scoreboard he broke into a smile.
“Oh, I won! Nice!”
Moral of the story, never underestimate Cub.