Everyone in the room could hear Hannah Abbott’s shout from all across the vast Hall and once the reason for it reached everyone at the Gryffindor table, it was the first time Ron and now Harry had seen Fred and George go dead silent.

“Who cares about some bloody Muggle singer dying?” Draco’s voice carried over too and he was no fool who was afraid of his classmates but when everyone was shooting you a hideous glare you knew when to shut up.

“I’d like to think they named me after him,” Fred sniffed, as if his parents even knew who Freddie Mercury was, but he was so upset that nobody corrected him—
that man was such a good singer that even Hogwarts students would remember him.