The next morning at breakfast, all Dante's ears could pick up were the chattering of the students. A constant drone in his ears that he was getting irritated by. He hoped classes ran smoother today, but he doubted it. He was going to assess everyone physically after a full check up from Pomfrey, luckily she could do the examinations in the classroom, so she was there now setting up the bed, gowns, and privacy screens. Speaking of which, he should probably get the gym set up for the physical testing today. He got up from his seat, leaving the noisy hall, passing by yawning students. Some of which hadn't bothered with morning hygiene today, maybe he should start with a lecture in hygiene since many creatures had excellent senses, including smell. Plus, healthy body equals better work. He opened the gym and started setting out yoga mats and other necessities for the testing to start that day.

Making sure everything was accounted for, he closed that and went into his classroom, Pomfrey had everything set up, and had many pieces of parchment and folders set out with students names already written on them. He picked up a piece of chalk and began to write the day's lesson plans for each class he had (first years, third years, and fifth years, so six class in total for the day). It was all the same, get health and fitness checked. And if possible, get first assignments of the year for the class assigned to them. But who was he kidding? He'd assign the brats shit anyways. Checking his plans over again, he decided to just go with it and set out the handouts for the assignments, the kids' school lists included the many things they'd need for this class, all of which he'd told them last time they were required to bring for this class.

He waited patiently for his first class of the day, the first year Hufflepuff-Gryffindor class, and once they were all in their assigned seating, explained everything to them quickly before sending them off to the nurse to start the examinations. He decided to just hand out the assignments first and foremost, knowing that the one student getting checked first would hear or could ask a classmate later if not. Soon the first years were being rolled through quickly, and like any other day, began to roll by with annoyances. They were horridly out of shape, even for preteens. Most of them couldn't run for a few seconds without getting winded. And their diets were absolutely wrong for people their age, pathetic really.

Taking in the day so far, he was really glaring at what the school served. These foods were great and all, but not daily and not in this quantity! Heck, he even stopped
eating and drinking only pizza and beer years ago, seeing how it affected his performance in fighting! He decided to talk to Dumbledore, and if he didn't listen, the House Elves. It's like this world was sabotaging itself! He stalked from the hall after lunch to deal with his fourth class of the day, the third year Slytherin-Hufflepuff class, what a joke. They really just needed to assign mixed classes instead of putting two houses together every time. He was met with much more protesting from this class about the checks, lazy brats. He made sure to run them extra hard for their comments, especially the Slytherins who kept calling him mudblood just because they didn't know if he was a full magical or not. Technically he wasn't human in the slightest, with his mother having been an Umbran Witch, and his dad the Demon General, The Dark Knight Sparda.

They had no right calling him a filthy blood however, if anything his blood was stronger than theirs combined against pretty much anything, including death and disease. He would still look this age by the time their grand children died, that's just how things would work. But he wouldn't lord his superiority over them, not yet. His testing of the thirteen year olds was more intense as he expected more from them, he really shouldn't have however, they were just as weak as the first years. Wizards were so complacent with magic alone, it was no wonder eighty percent of magicals over the age of thirty had awful weight gain.

And to top it off. None of his classes had kept the seating plan, and were constantly bullying the other due to house differences.

Finally, his last class of the day, which he oddly had every day. The fifth year Slytherin-Gryffindor class. They had actually listened and kept to their seating plans, unlike every other class. They were quiet and prepared their supplies, and oddly subdued. An air of...heavy miasma floated about, but he ignored it, going over the lesson plan quickly before sending the first student in while he spoke about the assignments they were being given. After everyone had finally been checked for the day, with more coming tomorrow and future days, he moved them all for fitness testing. Oddly enough, this class had the best results, with Potter being able to run the longest and the two stooges that follow Malfoy were able to lift the most weight. Granger had the best balance, Zabini and Potter were tied for most flexible, Potter and Malfoy were tied for most agile, and Zabini had the best hand to hand combat skills.

Their medical reports, bar Potter, were exactly what he had expected. Potter's sent up warning bells for abuse, and when he pretty much cornered Pomfrey and demanded she do something about it while she was speaking with Snape, the two left to collect the boy. Dumbledore's disapproving look, however, told Dante that he wanted the boy beaten down. "Anthony, my boy. Don't you believe you are blowing a harmless situation out of proportion?"

"Absolutely not old man! And it's Redgrave to you, ya old fart! Potter is clearly abused, it's written all over the kid so don't even try to play it off! If you won't do anything about abuse, I will. It's obvious the British magicals don't really care much for orphans and muggle born students, well someone should. So screw off and let me do my job. Part of life, is learning how to cope with difficult paths and pasts. I won't let abused or orphaned kids do what I did, fall into depression, harm themselves, try to drink the past away. That is what I did for the better part of the second decade of my life. They don't need to make the same mistakes I did Dumbledore. Otherwise they'll become closed off, unsociable, reckless fools."

"The students can handle themselves dear boy."

"Mundus below! You actually want Potter beaten down don't you!? Manipulative old coot! There is dark magics all over your ass, don't think I can't sniff out blood magics Dumbledore. Whatever you are doing, probably some manipulative scheme to get Potter, the 'chosen one' to face Voldemort at the end of his short life. Take the glory and power for yourself? Face reality old man, I smell death all over you, you'll be dead in a year or two tops. And when that time comes, you'll be dragged to hell, become a demon in a decade lr so, you are too smart to remain a lost soul or a thrall. And when you reach a certain standing, I'll hunt you down and end your demonic existence permanently. Believe it or not, your energy doesn't change much when you become a demon whatsoever. It only takes on a darker quality. With my sources, finding you would be a piece of cake old man. But you have time to repent and gain favor with the Angel faction back. Start confessing what you've done and fix your mistakes publicly, and you may just have a shot at rebirth instead of eternal death." Dante hissed in his ears, eyes barely being kept from glowing red as he pulled away.

The old man was pale, but it was time the old coot got off his high horse.

A week later and no changes had occurred, in fact, Dumbledore just seemed more determined to carry out as he was before. Shaking his head, Dante wrapped up his fifth year class. "Potter, Zabini, Nott, Granger, and Malfoy. Stay behind please. The rest of you, scram."

The class hurriedly filtered out, their professor had not been in a good mood at all that week. Not one bit of his originally aloof seeming demeanor, no, a serious devil hunter was left in his wake and they'd been covering things with unimaginable speed and harsh training in the health aspects of life. They'd been out in the early autumn chill learning about what kinds of smoke trees would give off if burned, what scents, and how smoke signals could be used with the different kinds of smoke.

But why call a few to stay behind? "You five have shown me you can keep up with the intensity of a fifth year course. Especially with the amount of work I pile on your class specifically to test your limits. While your classmates fall behind, you excel. I've decided that if you can keep this up, and keep perfect grades in every other class in both theory and practical, then I'll teach you a bit of a different kind of magic, demonology specific magic. I have a feeling one of you would make a great Necromancer in the hunting field, and another of you an excellent blade dancer. But we'll have to see if you prove you have what it takes to enter the field of Devil Hunting, a field only select elites survive in. And you would think there would be dozens of devil hunters. You'd be wrong. Lady, Trish, Nero, me. We four are the only active and still surviving devil hunters who have been active for more than a decade. I've survived almost two decades, that is the longest stint any in my generation has gone before. If I think you can try and learn the skills necessary to excel in the trade, it is worth a shot."

"I refuse. It is a foolhardy path to take, and one not very helpful."

"It isn't helpful, Miss Granger, because there are only four active hunters, and before this half century, there had only been one, my dad! That is five hunters in the past century! two have been active less than a decade, one active for a decade and a half almost, and me, the longest running currently, just about two decades. I'm thirty. My dad went three decades, and died from demons. Before my dad, no other had turned against demon kind. No one successful in killing at least five before getting killed themselves anyways."

"Exactly, the death toll is too risky! Count me out. Come on Harry, we are leaving."

"No Hermione, I'm staying. I'm no coward, and people need help. And before you call me a self sacrificing idiot. If I can train and stand up to demons, Voldemort will be nothing! If anything, I'm making a smart decision for once in my life!"

The girl bristled. "I will be reporting this to the Headmaster."

"No you won't." Dante grinned.

"What?"

"Black magic, that circle you walked under when you entered, it's a sigil for silence. Anything said in this room, can not be spoken outside this room to anyone but those who know. And only with my permission. Good luck trying to convey the message without speaking. And before you try charades or writing, the sigil works for any way of conveying a message. Complete and utter silence of message." Dante gave a vicious grin.

The girl fled. "I'm sorry professor, I don't know what you see in us. I mean, we're just slimy snakes to you aren't we?" Nott asked.

"No. Students are all the same. Students. This stupid house separation bullcrap is what causes this rivalry. Saying all bad wizards and witches come from Slytherin is to say every dark one comes from Hogwarts. But history knows that isn't true, now doesn't it. If I recall correctly. Dark Lord Grindelwald came from Durmstrang." Dante answered.

"Now, tomorrow and every night moving forward, you'll come here to me. J veto any detention I see fit for you to come here. That applies to all Umbridge given detentions especially. If I think the detention is well deserved however, you will attend it. If I don't think the punishment is proper, you'll come here and let me whip out detention. That is the price of these lessons. Understand?"

"Yes Redgrave." The now four students responded.

"Dismissed."

They left. "Dante."

"Yes Nevan?"

"The black haired boy, in the red robes. He holds connections to my energy?"

"A legacy?"

"Direct descendant."

"Quarter or half?"

"Just about a half. I'm thinking he could be the child of my last offspring, Lillian Evans."

"I'll look around. Maybe I can find out who his parents are."

"Thank you."

"Just because we tried to kill each other doesn't mean I hate you, or think you don't deserve to have your family line continued. I'm a half breed myself after all."

"Still, thank you Dante."

"No problem."