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2. Candy Centric - Things We Need to Study

Professor McGonagall was now moving along the table handing out timetables.

"How's your day?", Ron asked Ryoma.

"Not bad. I just wonder how's Defense Again the Dark Arts class, what about you?"

"History of Magic, double Potions, Divination, and double Defense Again the Dark Arts…Binns, Snape, Trelawney , and the Umbridge woman all in one days! I wish Fred and George 'd hurry up and get those Skiving Snackboxes", said Ron grumpily.

"Skiving Snackboxes?", asked Killua.

"The products they developed for pranksters", said Harry.

"For classes?", asked Hitsugaya.

'Yes", replied Ron.

"Hermione will kill them", added Alluka.

"Hey, someone's sensitive with that word! Be careful", a boy with black hair and yellow eyes joined them.

"He is insane", said Killua.

"I am. I am insan ", he added.

"I-n-s-a-n-e, your English's horrible", said Ryoma.

"Excuse me, but my job is killing people and not for studying their languages", he added, while Killua and Alluka glared at him.

"It's what you two will say, right?", that boy turned his yellow eyes to Zoldyck brothers.

"Yeah", Killua relieved.

"By the way, what's the meaning of 'insan'? Is it in Ancient Runes?", Hermione suddenly asked.

"No. It's from my language. It means human. By the way, I'm Eyes", the boy introduced.

'Huh?", Harry's confused.

"Eyes Manikmaya, 1st year", then he was twinkling to them with his beautiful eyes and eating his breakfast again, while Hermione, Ron, and Harry were discussing about OWL and what will they do after leave Hogwarts with Fred and George.

The first lesson wasn't bad as Hitsugaya thought. History of Magic was interesting enough, at last for himself and Ryoma. They wrote about Emeric the Evil and Uric the Oddball in their notes, while Hitsugaya saw the Killua was chewing more candy, sharing with Alluka, and Eyes was reading his manga.

Transfiguration was OK. After McGonagall gave the instructions and a match for each student, they started trying to turn it into a needle.

Hitsugaya turned his match, to a frozen needle, Ryoma, turned his match into a sharp-and-pointy-like-needle-match, Alluka turned his match into metal ashes, and Killua's match, which made Eyes giggled whenever he saw it, turned to a pack of gum and of course he ate it when McGonagall turned away from him to watch Euan Abercrombie.

By the end of the lesson, only Eyes had made any difference with his match, Professor McGonagall gave him a rare smile, also commented.

"Well, of course there's a big gap from this year 1st year with other 1st year in the past", she said and gave them her smile," this class probably is the best 1st year in Transfiguration I've ever taught in my time in Hogwarts, more than one student can turn their matches into needles, although one's frozen and one turns into wood needle"

When they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom they found Professor Umbridge already seated at the teacher's desk, wearing the fluffy pink cardigan of the night before and the black velvet bow on top of her head. Hitsugaya was again reminded forcibly of a large fly perched unwisely on top of an even larger toad. She was worse than Kusajishi-fukutaichou.

The class was quiet as it entered the room; Professor Umbridge was, as yet, an unknown quantity and nobody knew how strict a disciplinarian she was likely to be.

"Well, good afternoon!" she said, when finally the whole class had sat down.

A few people mumbled "good afternoon" in reply.

"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge'. One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her.

"There, now," said Professor Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."

Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order "wands away" had never yet been come by a lesson they would think interesting. Hitsugaya shoved his wand back inside his bag and pulled out quill, ink and parchment. Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:

Defense Against the Dark Arts a Return to Basic Principles

"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 rapped the blackboard again; the first message vanished and was replaced by: Course Aims:

1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.

2. Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic can legally be used.

3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

For a couple of minutes the room was full of the sound of scratching quills on parchment. When everyone had copied down Professor Umbridge's three course aims she asked, "Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

There was a dull murmur of assent throughout the class.

"I think we'll try that again," said Professor Umbridge. "When I ask you a question, I should like you to reply, 'Yes, Professor Umbridge', or 'No, Professor Umbridge'. So: has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," rang through the room.

"Good," said Professor Umbridge. "I should like you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter One, Basics for Beginners'. There will be no need to talk."

Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and settled herself in the chair behind the teacher's desk, observing them all closely with those pouchy toad's eyes. Hitsugaya turned to page five of his copy of Defensive Magical Theory and started to read.

It was worse. That Umbrigde woman told them to read and read. It was horrible than work with loads of paperwork or fought with Primera Espada.

So, the very 1st thing that came up in his head was writing a report to Soutaichou about his mission. He took a roll of parchment and began to write before realized that Echizen was already sleeping next to him, Eyes came back with his manga, while Alluka and Killua didn't even open their books. Killua was even staring fixedly at Umbridge with his hand in the air.

Hitsugaya looked at him enquiringly, but Killua merely shook his head slightly to indicate that he was not about to answer questions, and continued to stare at Professor Umbridge, who was looking just as resolutely in another direction.

After several more minutes had passed, however, Hitsugaya was not the only one watching Killua. The chapter they had been instructed to read was so tedious that more and more people were choosing to watch the elder Zoldyck's mute attempt to catch Professor Umbridge's eye rather than struggle on with 'Basics for Beginners'.

When more than half the class were staring at Killua rather than at their books, Professor Umbridge seemed to decide that she could ignore the situation no longer.

"Did you want to ask something about the chapter, dear?" she asked Killua, as though she had only just noticed him.

"Not about the chapter, no," said Killua.

"Well, we're reading just now," said Professor Umbridge, showing her small pointed teeth. "If you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class."

"I've got a query about your course aims," said Killua.

Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows.

"And your name is?"

"Killua Zoldyck", said him clearly

"Well, Mr. Zoldyck, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully," said Professor Umbridge in a voice of determined sweetness.

"Well, I don't," said Killua bluntly. "There's nothing written about Defense Again the Dark Arts. How will we defense-again-the-dark-arts if we just sit and read them properly? And not every student in our class is as clever as my dear friends Mr. Manikmaya or Mr. Echizen or Mr. Hitsugaya or Mr. Alluka Zoldyck"

There was a short silence in which many members of the class turned their heads to frown at the three course aims still written on the blackboard.

"Defense again the Dark Arts?" Professor Umbridge repeated with a little laugh. "Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require the dark arts will attack you, Mr. Zoldyck. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?"

"We're not going to use magic or trying spells or anything?" Eyes exclaimed loudly.

"Students raise their hands when they wish to speak in my class, Mr. -?"

"Manikmaya," said Eyes, thrusting his hand into the air.

Professor Umbridge, smiling still more widely, turned her back on him. Ryoma (woke up suddenly) immediately raised their hands too. Professor Umbridge's pouchy eyes lingered on Ryoma for a moment before she addressed him.

"Yes, Mr. -?"

"Echizen"

"Mr. Echizen. You wanted to ask something else?"

"Yes," said Ryoma. "Surely the whole point of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to practice something that can defense us from an attack?"

"Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Mr. Echizen?" asked Professor Umbridge, in her falsely sweet voice.

"No, but -"

"Well then, I'm afraid you are not qualified to decide what the 'whole point' of any class is. Wizards much older and cleverer than you have devised our new program of study.

"You will be learning about defense yourself in a secure, risk-free way -"

"What use is that?" said Killua loudly. "If we're going to be attacked, it won't be in a -"

"Hand, Mr. Zoldyck!" sang Professor Umbridge.

Killua thrust his fist in the air. Again, Professor Umbridge promptly turned away from him, but now several other people had their hands up, too.

"And your name is?" Professor Umbridge said to Hitsugaya.

"Toushirou Hitsugaya"

"Well, Mr. Hitsugaya?"

"Well, it's like Killua said, isn't it?" said Hitsugaya. "If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk free."

"I repeat," said Professor Umbridge, smiling in a very irritating fashion at Hitsugaya, "do you expect to be attacked during my classes?"

"No, but -"

Professor Umbridge talked over him. "I do not wish to criticize the way things have been run in this school," she said, an unconvincing smile stretching her wide mouth, "but the higher class have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed - not to mention," she gave a nasty little laugh, "extremely dangerous half-breeds."

"Half breeds? Is it more important than our lesson? Genealogy?", Echizen said angrily, couldn't believe that someone's really cared about other people genealogy.

"Hand, Mr. Echizen! 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," Eyes said, "we just -"

"Your hand is not up, Mr. Manikmaya!"

Eyes put up his hand. Professor Umbridge turned away from his.

"It is my understanding that my predecessor not only performed illegal curses in front of the higher class, he actually performed on them."

"Well, he turned out to be a maniac, didn't he?"Hitsugaya said hotly. "Mind you, they said to us that they still learned loads."

"Your hand is not up, Mr. Hitsugaya!" trilled Professor Umbridge. "Now, it is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be more than sufficient to get you through your examination, which, after all, is what school is all about. And your name is?" she added, staring at, whose hand had just shot up.

"Rose Zeller, and isn't there a practical bit in our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam? Aren't we supposed to show that we can actually do the counter-curses and things?"

"As long as you have studied the theory hard enough, there is no reason why you should not be able to perform the spells under carefully controlled examination conditions, Miss Zeller," said Professor Umbridge dismissively.

"Without ever practicing them beforehand?" said Rose incredulously. "Are you telling us that the first time we'll get to do the spells will be during our exam?"

"I repeat, as long as you have studied the theory hard enough -"

"And what good's theory going to be in the real world?" said Killua loudly, his fist in the air again.

Professor Umbridge looked up.

"This is school, Mr. Zoldyck, not the real world," she said softly.

"So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting for us out there?"

"There is nothing waiting out there, Mr. Zoldyck."

"Oh, yeah?" said Killua. His temper, which never seemed to have been bubbling just beneath the surface in his whole life before, was now reaching the boiling point.

"Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?" enquired Professor Umbridge in a horribly honeyed voice.

"Hmm, let's think…" said Killua in a mock thoughtful voice."Maybe… some assassin that curses you with Avada Kedavra!"

Rose gasped; Euan uttered a little scream, slipped sideways off his stool.

Professor Umbridge, however, did not flinch. She was staring at Killua with a grimly satisfied expression on her face.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Zoldyck"

The classroom was silent and still. Everyone was staring at either Umbridge or Killua.

"Now, let me make a few things quite plain."

Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned towards them, her stubby-fingered hands splayed on her desk.

"You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead -"

"Of course! I believe Harry anyway" said Killua angrily, "Voldemort's returned!"

'"Mr-Zoldyck-you-have-already-lost-your-house-ten-points-do-not-make-matters-worse-for yourself," said Professor Umbridge in one breath without looking at him. "As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie. Your life isn't in danger."

"Really?" said Killua. "I have a lot of experience in my WHOLE life that our life is always in CONSTANTLY DANGER!"

"Detention, Mr. Zoldyck!" said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. "Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, by all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am your friend.

And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Page five, 'Basics for Beginners'."

Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk. Killua, however, stood up. Everyone was staring at him; Eyes looked half-scared, half-fascinated.

"Killua, no!" Hitsugaya whispered in a warning voice, tugging at his sleeve, but Killua jerked his arm out of his reach.

"So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead just because of his own stupid accord, did he?" Killua asked, his voice shaking.

He ever talked to Harry about their fighting with Voldemort in the train and he surely believed him.

There was a collective intake of breath from the class, for none of them, knew about what had happened on the night Cedric had died.

They stared avidly from Killua to Professor Umbridge, who had raised her eyes and was staring at him without a trace of a fake smile on her face.

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident," she said coldly.

"ARE YOU REALLY AN INSANE-MAD-LOOPY-SUPER CRAZY-LOONY TOAD! THE HUMAN LIFE ISN'T SOMETHING YOU CAN PLAY LIKE TOYS", he shouted angrily.

"It was murder," said Killua, took a deep breath. He could feel himself shaking. He had hardly spoken to anyone about this, least of all thirty eagerly listening classmates. "Voldemort killed him and you know it. Everybody who isn't insane would know and believe it. If you don't, it means that you was as normal as loving the leprechauns' gold"

"This lesson is rubbish. And I regret deeply that my smart classmates will study with you as their teacher in a whole year", he added.

Professor Umbridge's face was quite blank. For a moment, Killua thought she was going to scream at him. Then she said, in her softest, most sweetly girlish voice, "Come here, Mr. Zoldyck, dear."

He kicked his chair aside, strode around Alluka, Hitsugaya, Ryoma, and Echizen, up to the teacher's desk. He could feel the rest of the class holding its breath. He felt so angry he did not care what happened next.

But he suddenly felt that he was too overreacted, a worrying feeling came up when he saw his brother's hard face. Alluka's face now was dark, and Killua could feel his brother was willing to take out Umbridge's heart when their eyes contacted.

Professor Umbridge pulled a small roll of pink parchment out of her handbag, stretched it out on the desk, dipped her quill into a bottle of ink and started scribbling, hunched over so that Killua could not see what she was writing. Nobody spoke. After a minute or so she rolled up the parchment and tapped it with her wand; it sealed itself seamlessly so that he could not open it.

"Take this to Professor McGonagall, dear," said Professor Umbridge, holding out the note to him. He took it from her without saying a word, turned on his heel and left the room, not even looking back at his mates, slamming the classroom door shut behind him. He walked very fast along the corridor, the note to McGonagall clutched tight in his hand, and turning a corner walked slap into Peeves the poltergeist, a wide-mouthed little man floating on his back in midair, juggling several inkwells.

"Why it's Lolly Wee Zolly!" cackled Peeves, allowing two of the inkwells to fall to the ground where they smashed and spattered the walls with ink; Killua jumped backwards out of the way with a snarl.

"Get out of it, Peeves."

"Oooh, Crackpot's feeling cranky" said Peeves, pursuing him along the corridor, leering as he zoomed along above him. "What is it this time, my fine Lolly friend? Hearing voices? Seeing visions? Speaking in -" Peeves blew a gigantic raspberry "— tongues?"

"I said, leave me ALONE!" Killua shouted, running down the nearest flight of stairs, but Peeves merely slid down the banister on his back beside him.

"Oh, most think he's barking, the lolly wee lad, But some are more kindly and think he's just sad, but Peevesy knows better and says that he's mad — "

"SHUT UP!"

A door to his left flew open and Professor McGonagall emerged from her office looking grim and slightly harassed.

"What on earth are you shouting about, Zoldyck?" she snapped, as Peeves cackled gleefully and zoomed out of sight. '"Why aren't you in class?"

"I've been sent to see you," said Killua stiffly.

"Sent? What do you mean, sent?"

He held out the note from Professor Umbridge. Professor McGonagall took it from him, frowning, slit it open with a tap of her wand, stretched it out and began to read. Her eyes zoomed from side to side behind their square spectacles as she read what Umbridge had written, and with each line they became narrower.

"Come in here, Zoldyck"

He followed her inside her study. The door closed automatically behind him.

"Well?" said Professor McGonagall, rounding on him. "Is this true?"

"Is what true?" he asked, rather more aggressively than he had intended. "Professor?" he added, in an attempt to sound more polite.

"Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?"

"Yes," said Killua

"You called that she was an-insane-mad-loopy-super crazy-loony toad?"

"Yes"

"You called her lessons are rubbish?"

"Yes."

"You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?"

"Yes."

Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Killua closely. Then she said, "Have a biscuit, Zoldyck."

"Have - what?"

"Have a biscuit," she repeated impatiently, indicating a tartan tin of cookies lying on top of one of the piles of papers on her desk. "And sit down."

He sank into a chair opposite her and helped himself to a Ginger Newt, feeling just as confused and wrong footed as he had done on that occasion.

Professor McGonagall set down Professor Umbridge's note and looked very seriously at Killua.

"Zoldyck, you need to be careful."

Killua swallowed his mouthful of Ginger Newt and stared at her. Her tone of voice was not at all what he was used to; it was not brisk, crisp and stern; it was low and anxious and somehow much more human than usual.

"Misbehavior in Dolores Umbridge's class could cost you much more than house points and a detention."

"What do you -?"

"Zoldyck, use your common sense," snapped Professor McGonagall, with an abrupt return to her usual manner. "You know where she comes from, you must know to whom she is reporting."

The bell rang for the end of the lesson. Overhead and all around came the elephantine sounds of hundreds of students on the move.

"It says here she's given you detention every evening this week, starting tomorrow," Professor McGonagall said, looking down at Umbridge's note again.

"Every evening this week!" Killua repeated, horrified. "But, Professor, couldn't you -?"

"No, I couldn't," said Professor McGonagall flatly.

"But -"

"She is your teacher and has every right to give you detention. You will go to her room at five o'clock tomorrow for the first one. Just remember: tread carefully around Dolores Umbridge."

"But I was telling the truth!" said Killua, outraged.

"Do you really think this is about truth or lies? It's about keeping your head down and your temper under control!", she added.

"Oh, OK! There's nothing wrong with the detention. I will love it much", he said sarcastically.

She stood up, nostrils wide and mouth very thin, and Killua stood up, too.

"Have another biscuit," she said irritably, thrusting the tin at him.

"No, thanks," said Killua coldly.

"Don't be ridiculous," she snapped.

He took one.

"Thanks," he said grudgingly.

"Didn't you listen to Dolores Umbridge's speech at the start-of-term feast, Zoldyck?"

"Yeah," said Killua . "It meant that the Ministry of Magic is trying to interfere at Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall eyed him closely for a moment, then sniffed, walked around her desk and held open the door for him.

"Well, I'm glad you actually listened," she said, pointing him out of her office.

Then suddenly he remembered Alluka's hard expression and turned back to McGonagall's office.

"Professor, could you help me to keep an eye at Professor Umbridge? I am worried about her safety", he asked politely.

"She will be safe here", she said and muttered her eyes to him, her voice suddenly was brisk, crisp, and stern again," Don't you dare to touch her even if she is horrible, Zoldyck!" she said coldly.

"No. I don't kill people anymore. I've been already retired being an assassin, Professor", Killua said and McGonagall's relieving expression grew all over her face.

"But she's in danger", Killua said more.

'I don't know the enemy who will-?" McGonagall asked but Killua already answered her before she could finish it.

"Because there's another Zoldyck here, Professor! My brother!", he said it very fast.

"I know, he's Alluka, isn't he? Just promise me you will prevent him from doing something dangerous or stupid!"

'I will try but sorry, I can't promise to you, Professor. We've been separated six years ago, I've never talked to him again until yesterday actually, and I'm sure that his personal action to Professor Umbridge will be worse than mine"

"People change, Zoldyck! Perhaps your brother now is better than the one you knew six years ago", McGonagall said, looking terrified.

"Yes, people change, Professor. But assassin are extraordinary people, it will need an extraordinary incident too that will change their personality, especially in my family"

"Thanks, Professor", he added before leaving.

'You're welcome, Killua", McGonagall thanked him with a warm smile grew in her face.

Dinner in the Great Hall was as pleasant as usual to Killua. He was as happy as breakfast, now chewing mint candy after eating a big portion of treacle tart. Hitsugaya heard Harry argued with Angelina about Quidditch practice.

"What's happen, Granger?", he asked Hermione.

"Umbridge has given Harry detention every evening this week starting from tomorrow"

"Well, that's good", Hitsugaya said.

He was afraid of Alluka's reaction towards his brother's detention than anything. Killua's detentions certainly would disturb the elder Zoldyck's job to watch Alluka carefully. And with the assassin's ability, it was no doubt that Alluka can kill Umbridge or every people he wanted to die without any effort. His ability of course would interest Voldemort or at least one of his Death Eater. In conclusion, it would make Hitsugaya's job to protect Potter was more difficult.

"Pardon me?" asked Harry irritably.

'Ron, what did Harry use to call that woman?" asked Ryoma, ignoring Harry's glare.

"I called her liar", Harry said.

"Hey, you called her liar?" Killua grinned.

"Why suddenly you-?" asked Ron.

"This stupid git called her insane-mad-loopy-super crazy-loony toad", Hitsugaya answered.

"Brilliant!" Ron and Harry exclaimed.

"She would give you detention!" Hermione looked worried.

"I've already got one and I'm sure I am going to fall in love with it, thank you", Killua said, looking very irritably.

"Harry, at last you won't be alone", said Ron happily.

"The Ministry changes a lot", said Hitsugaya.

"It does", said Hermione.

"I just wonder why Malfoy and his cronies don't get any warning from using Unforgivable Curse on us", said Ryoma.

"WHAT-", Harry, Ron, Hermione said together, looked angry plus terrified.

'They used Unforgivable Curse on you three!", shouted Harry and Ron.

There was a silence in ten minutes before Hermione broke.

"Tell McGonagall"

"No", Killua said sharply.

"It's illegal! Tell Dumbledore instead", said Ron.

"It won't work", Alluka and Eyes said it together.

'Of course it works! It's a very serious incident! They will send Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle in Azkaban", said Harry.

"Nah, Lucius Malfoy will stand for them. And if there's a Lucius, there will be a Cornelius", Eyes said sarcastically.

Insan means human in Indonesian

Yeah, it's like more Killua-centric than Hitsugaya or Echizen. I will give them each, their episodes by the way. Please give me review so I can write it better. Oh, and if you think that my grammar is really poor, please would you become my beta?

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