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One enchanted phone. Six Slytherin boys. Unlimited brainrot. After discovering TikTok, Draco, Theodore, Blaise, Mattheo, Tom, and Lorenzo transform the Slytherin common room into the least sane place in Hogwarts. Every conversation somehow involves rizz, sigma, aura, “Tung Tung Tung Sahur,” and whatever “6-7” is supposed to mean. Meanwhile, you’re stuck in the middle of it all, desperately trying to understand why Tom Riddle is writing academic essays about memes and why Draco keeps addressing an imaginary livestream. No romance. No saving the wizarding world. Just complete, magical chaos.