Here the next chapter.
I really do enjoy writing this- even though I spent most the time staring into my book, copying down words.
The Dimension Traveller
Chapter 4
The Sorting and the Lesson with Toad
-Leo Valdez-
I do not like a pink woman, I just have the feeling that she ain't gonna be a great teacher.
Ron and Hermione led the First Years to our dorms. We finished our great Dinner and went up as well.
Nevill remembered the password for us (the first time apparently)- Mimbulus Mimbletoina.
We went inside our dorm rooms (We, the demigods had the same room as Ron and Harry, the teachers expanded the room) to meet these guys called Seamus and Dean, who had a grave look on.
"How was your holidays?" Dean asked, "Oh and hi new guys, I'm Dean Thomas."
"Mine was not bad," Harry said, "You?"
"Mine was okay…" Dean said, "Better than Seamus, he was just telling me."
"What was it Seamus?" Nevill asked, putting his Mimbulus Mimbletonia on his bedside table.
"My mom did not want me to come back to Hogwarts!" Seamus exclaimed.
"Why?" I asked, "This place looks so cool!"
"Well," Seamus said, "I suppose… Because of Harry!"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"She… not just you… Dumbledore as well…"
"She believes in what the Prophet says?" Harry said, "She thinks I am a liar, and Dumbledore a old fool?"
"Yeah, something like that."
Harry's face was filled with anger.
"Do you know what did happen that night? With Diggory and all…" Seamus quietly asked.
"How about we all calm-" Percy started, but was cut off by Harry.
"What are you asking me for? Just read the Prophet like your mother, won't you?" Harry said, angrily, "That'll tell you what you'll need."
"Do NOT bring my mom in, Potter," Seamus said. This was not going to end well.
"Guys, let's just-" I tried to calm them down.
"I'll have a go at anyone who calls me a lair!" Harry shouted.
"Don't talk to me like that!"
"I'll talk however I want!"
Percy and Jason face-palmed, this was not ending well. Definitely.
Harry had a go at Seamus's mother, why did he have to that? And Ron came in and joined in the fight. SERIOUSLY!
Come ON! How can you guys know less than me?
"Anyone else got a prob' with Harry?" Ron aggressively said.
"My parents are Muggles, mate," Dean shrugged, "They know nothing about death in Hogwarts. I was not stupid enough to tell them."
"You don't know my mother, she'll weasel anything out of anything!" Seamus snapped, "Anyway, your parents don't get the Daily Prophet. They don't know our Headmaster's been sacked from the Wizengamot, and the ICWs because he's loosing his marbles-"
"My gran says it's rubbish," Nevill interrupted, "She says it's the Prophet going downhill, not Dumbledore. She cancelled our subscription. We believe Harry. My gran always said that You-Know-Who will one day be back. And if Dumbledore says he's back. He is back."
Seamus just walked off, and Harry slumped into bed.
-Time Skip to divination-
'Trelaweny' gave us the books for divination. Even though we wouldn't read.
Melina whispered to us that Portal will probably give us the latin books that looks like English to other people after school. Or she could just translate for us after school.
-Time skip to DADA-
"Good Morning class!" Umbridge said.
And some mumbled "Good Afternoon" back to her.
"Tut, tut, that won't do. Now, reply "Good afternoon professor Umbridge," try again. Good Afternoon, Class."
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," all students mumbled.
"There, now," Umbridge said, "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away, quills out, please."
Students exchanged looks, then did what she said.
Now she wrote few things on the board.
Defense against the Dark Arts
Return to basic principles.
"Your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it?" Umbridge sweetly said, "The constant changing of teachers, many whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O.W.L year."
"You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory centered, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following, please," she wrote down 'Course Aims'
1. Understanding the principles underlaying defensive magic
2. Learning to recognise situations in which defensive magic can legally be used
3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use
She handed out some books and ask us, "Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magic Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?'
There was a dull murmur and she made a face.
"I think we'll try that again," she said, "When I ask a question, I should like you to reply: "Yes professor Umbridge," or "No, professor Umbridge. So, let's try that again. Does everybody have a copy?"
"Yes professor Umbridge," everybody said.
"GOOD, now read Chapter one, Basic for Beginners," everyone started to read and Hermione was raising her hand. For few moments, Umbridge ignored her. Then after a while, she responded. "What do you wish to ask, dear?" she asked Hermione, "Something about the chapter?"
"About the chapter, no," Hermione said.
"Well we were reading just now," Umbridge sharply said, "If you have queries, it can wait until the end of class."
"I have a querie about your course aims."
"Name?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Well, Miss Granger, I think the aims are clear if you read them more carefully."
"Well, I don't. There's nothing written up there about using the spells."
There was silence.
"Using spells? Why, I can't imagine why you will need to use spells, Miss Granger."
"WE ARE NOT USING SPELLS?" Ron exclaimed.
"Hands up if you want to talk, Mr."
"Weasley."
Umbridge's eyes lingered on Harry for awhile until her eyes landed on Annabeth.
"Yes Miss?"
"Chase, uh, we're new. Even though we caught up on all the British work. And I really do think using spells is important, my old school was all about action," Annabeth said.
"Well, this is my class, thing are going to change, and what is it Miss Granger?" Umbridge spat out Hermione's name like garbage.
"I am sure the whole point of the lesson is to use the spells," Hermione pointed out.
"Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert Miss Granger?"
"No but-"
"Then you are not qualified to decide," Umbridge coldly said. Wow this woman was… er, stupid? Idiotic? Ah, I would call her mean as… dunno, Zeus? Nah, even Zeus can be kind sometimes. Hopefully you get my point.
"What point is that? If we are going to be attacked, we need to know-" Harry interrupted.
"HAND Mr Potter!"
Now others had hands up as well.
"Your name?"
"Dean Thomas."
"Well, Mr Thomas?"
"Harry is right, if we are going to be attacked, it won't be risk free," Dean pointed out.
"I repeat," Umbridge said, "Do you expect to be attacked in my class?"
"No but still-"
"I do not wish to criticise the ways things have been run in this school," Umbridge said, "But you have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed," she gave a laugh, "extremely dangerous half-breeds, there are six in this class as well."
"If you are talking about Lupin," piped up Dean, "Lupin was the best teacher-"
"HAND Mr Thomas. As I was saying, you have been introduced to spells that have been complex, inappropriate to your age group and potentially lethal. You have been frightened into believing that you are likely to meet Dark attacks every other day-"
"No we haven't," Hermione said, "We just-"
"Your hand is not up Miss Granger!"
Hermione put her hand up.
"It is my understanding that my predecessor not only performed illegal curses in front of you, and-"
"He turned out to be a Death Eater, didn't he?" Melina said, "I heard it all."
"HAND Miss-"
"Oakwood."
"And what will we do about the dangers?" Harry shot.
"What dangers Mr Potter?"
"I don't know," Harry sarcastically, "Lord Voldemort?"
"Ten points from Gryffindor!" Umbridge shouted, "I want to make things clear. There are rumors that a certain Dark Wizard has returned-"
"He HAS!" Harry shouted in anger.
"TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR AGAIN! The Dark Lord has NOT returned-"
"He has returned!" Harry shouted, "I was there, I fought him!"
"Detention Mr Potter! Tomorrow evening, Five O'clock, my office."
"This is outrageous!" Piper shouted.
"Yeah! And now you are saying that Cedric Diggory just dropped dead?" Harry shouted.
"Mr Diggory's death was a accident!"
"You know, I never liked adults, you see, some of them are very idiotic. But a few- most- are not. And I think you ain't a part of the 'most', you're one of those mean adults!" Melina said, "You know, I am new, but I heard lots, and I read lots. I have to say, I think Harry's right. I think you're avoiding the truth."
"DETENTION!" Umbridge shouted, then wrote something down on a parchment.
"Come here you two," she said, and handed the paper to me when we got up there, "Take this to Professor McGonagal."
Wow. That was some wave of shouting.
Please don't hate Melina.
I think some may hate her.
Please don't. She has a sad past- there is reason she is... cold.
