Dante took one last look around the Devil May Cry office. Over the years this building has seen a lot of repairs and changes. Some small. Some large. All of them, he could honestly say he liked. Bar that one horrid time when Patty decided to redecorate his office with...frilly things. His boxes and bags were on the floor around him, he was just waiting on Morrison to get back with the trunk he ordered from the local wizarding general store in Vegas. It was enough to hold even his Jukebox for transport. His now Nico upgraded Jukebox that was nigh invincible and never broke down, bless her. It had twice as many records in it to. The capacity was just what he liked. Though he did have a modern stereo system and Bluetooth hookup to his smartphone, his jukebox usually did the trick. His desk had been taken apart and wrapped for transport as well, Morrison would work from the spare desk from storage, which was already in place. His landline was put away sadly, he couldn't bring it with him. His smartphone would have to suffice.

The doors opened, Patty and Morrison walked in, Nina behind them. The 17 year old raced over and hugged him tight. "I can't believe you'll be gone for so long." She whines.

"It's only a year Patty. I'll be back before you know it." Dante ruffles her now short haircut.

She'd picked up Lady's preferred hair length, much to the devil in disguise's smug amusement. Trish and Lady had made a bet, and Lady collected when Patty walked in on her 15th birthday with her fresh haircut. Nina gave an amused smile to her excitable daughter. "Here's your trunk Dante. You have everything you need, right?" The old grouch asks.

"Double and triple checked. It's all here. I just needed my trunk. Excuse me." Dante starts to pack everything away into the steamer trunk.

Old fashioned, yes. But it was on wheels like a modern suitcase. He'd just needed to be able to comfortably carry it through the floo. "I gotta be at the MACUSA office in half an hour, might as well go through checkout early. You behave for your mother Patty." Dante notes, looking at his phone.

"Aww. When have I ever misbehaved?" Patty teases.

"Enough times. Good luck with her, Nina."

The woman giggles. "I'm sure she'll be too busy moping to cause me too much trouble. Safe travels."

"Thanks. I'm just a call away if you need me." Dante reminds her.

After that, and a gruff goodbye from Morrison, he's leaving through the office fireplace in the back hall for the Vegas MACUSA office. He brushed the soot off his signature red coat as he stepped past, Rebellion shifting in the guitar case he hid her in on his back. He pulled out his passport and other official ID he needed to cross the muggle and magical checkpoints. The MACUSA office was in McCarren International Airport, so he had to pass customs. His papers for Rebellion, Ebony, and Ivory were a pain to have to wait through to. Finally through, he entered the MACUSA office through the magically hidden section, and went through the much faster processing. He had to wait for his booked time at 7:30am, so he played on his phone until his two minute warning was announced by the lady at the desk.

He gathered up his trunk, secured his phone away. And waited until she had the floo set up. "Anthony Dante Redgrave, Departure Time 7:30am, arrival time 3:30pm London Local Time. Arrival office, British Ministry for Magic, Foreign Affairs Department. You can step through now."

He thanks her, then does so. Making sure to walk through the floo, not stand still through it. A few seconds later and he was stepping out of the fireplace in London, which was announced by the sign ahead. The lady at this desk checked him in, announcing his arrival to the gate guard. Professor McGonagall had been sent to pick him up. Dante willed his clothes and hair clean and neat, his red coat fluttering minutely as the magic traveled down it. The older witch gave him an appraising look. "Follow me, Mr. Redgrave. Professor Dumbledore is expecting us for the staff meeting at 4:00."

Seriously? "Alright then, which way are we going?"

"Ah, you have never been through the international floo then?"

"Never to Britain. I've mostly traveled to Italy through the Floo. And my last two trips to the UK were through the muggle mode of transportation." Dante explains.

"You did not check in with our Ministry?"

She sounds appalled. "Oh I did. I had to travel the muggle way to create the paper trail, since I was last hired by muggles with a demon problem. A hell gate seal was loosening, you can imagine the hassle."

"No, I'm afraid I cannot. Just say 'The Three Broomsticks'." She instructs.

What stick got shoved up her ass? She steps through first. Dante follows. There's some patrons, but they don't stick around to talk to even the barmaid, she just waves at them while McGonagall leads him to a carriage. He offers to help her up, she just gives him a surprised look before brushing his hand away and getting on herself. He gets in, and closes the door behind him. The thestrals begin to pull it along. Dante observes the path outside briefly before McGonagall draws his attention back to her. "I don't suppose you have your lesson plans prepared?"

"I do. They're in a folder in my trunk. One folder for each year group." He tells her.

"You have the appropriate curriculum laid out I hope?"

"I do. I went over those tests a dozen times at least. Then contacted some friends of mine in the American congress who knew the English system, formal educators and such, who looked it all over for me." Dante brushes off her unnecessary inquiries.

He's 30, no matter what he looks like. "Must you really bleach your hair?"

"I'm Albino. This? It's natural." He glares at her.

She huffs. "And your outfit, must you show so much skin?"

"It's just my collar bones. Are you aware of how hot it is in Nevada right now? It's August."

"No."

"When I left, it was already 105 degrees Fahrenheit, that's just over 40 degrees Celsius." Dante growls.

Seriously, what is this lady's problem? God forbid she ever meet Lady or Trish. She'd probably faint at the very sight of the cleavage they sported! At the castle at last, he didn't bother offering to help her out, he just picked up his trunk, refused the House Elf, and motioned for McGonagall to lead on less she make them late. They arrived right on time. "Ah, Minerva, Anthony, right on time. Come, take your seats."

McGonagall evidently got the right hand seat to Dumbledore, Dante was beside a dour man in all black. He set down his case and leaned Rebellion against the chair one he'd sat down. "Why don't you pull out your lesson plans and your master textbooks, Anthony? We'll just be doing introductions now." Dumbledore prompst.

Dante opens his trunk and pulls out the files from the filing cabinet, laying the seven folders out in front of him, and his tablet and stylus pen. "What is that?" The diminutive half-goblin asks.

"It's a tablet, specifically an I-Pad. One of my employees is an engineer and alchemist, she modified our technology to work around magic so our business wouldn't seem so out of place among the muggles. It saves on paper and parchment expenses to." Dante explains.

"Employees? You own a business?" The half-goblin asks.

"Devil May Cry."

Silence erupts, the dull chatter of professors further down the table stop. "The...Devil Hunting agency?" The pudgy professor who smells like dirt asks, hesitant.

"That's the one." Dante nods.

"Everyone, meet Anthony Dante Redgrave, owner and founder of Devil May Cry, and the teacher of our new class, Life Skills. Seeing as he's lived amongst muggles his entire life, I figured he'd be perfect to fill in where our students and teachers lack knowledge of muggles." Dumbledore introduces him.

"Before you ask. Yes, my hair is natural. I have a condition called Albinism. Basically, my skin, eyes, and hair lack normal pigmentation. It is genetic. And no, I'm not some inexperienced 20 year old either, I'm 30."

With that, questions begin turning in heads.

"30? You must be joking. Severus is 36."

Dante slides over his driver's license to the dirt smelling professor, she looks over it quickly, then slides it back. "He's not lying."

Dante puts away his wallet. "Let's bring this session into order shall we. Starting from my left. Filius Flitwick, Professor of Charms, Pomona Sprout, Professor of Herbology, Delores Umbridge, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Aurora Sinestra, Professor of Astronomy..." And so on and so forth.

He observed the pink toad the longest, this ugly bitch, who could give some demons a run for their money in the unfortunate looks department, was who he was supposed to counteract here? She sounded so much worse on paper. Perhaps she's the way she is because of feelings of inadequacy and jealousy at not being as good looking or magically talented. He could get a read on her strength, it was pitiful, even compared to the second weakest professor, Charity Burbage. Charity was ten times stronger than Umbridge. They went around discussing things, Dante taking notes of dates and students teachers suggested he look out for. "You truly should watch out for the Weasley twins. Frederick and George." Pomona mentions.

Dante looks up from his tablet to give her his full attention. "Are they truly so horrible?" He asks.

"Oh, they aren't bad children. Those two are notorious pranksters here at Hogwarts. And they don't apply themselves in class very much." Pomona expands.

"And these twins are...?" He motions for further information.

"Sixth years, and identical. Thick and thieves. If you see one, the other is likely just around the corner." Pomona cheerily gives him what he wanted.

Identical, and close to each other. Hah, they might make him jealous. No, they would. "Anthony? Are you alright, your mood dropped significantly after Pomona said the Weasley twins were identical." Dumbledore exposes him.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Let's just move on."

"No, my boy. If you have something against twins, I must know now."

"I have nothing against twins, especially not identical twins. I'm one myself. The younger of a pair." Dante quickly defends himself.

Silence. "But we've only heard of one Redgrave..." McGonagall starts.

Dante gives her a cold glare. "We got separated by the system in childhood. Our names changed..."

"It is quite easy to track someone like yourself down. What is his name?"

"Last I heard, he died in a fight. Now stay out of my personal life and focus on the upcoming school year." He snaps, harshly.

How could he not be dead? Dante landed the killing blow after all. The teachers gave him pitying looks before moving on. "Now, let's go over our syllabus' for each year. Oh, and Mippy, could you bring us some refreshments please?" Dumbledore moved things along, talking to a house elf at the end.

They'd have a few minutes of waiting before tea and finger foods were served, Dante wished it was whisky instead. But he couldn't exactly drink at the moment. He checked the time on his tablet, 6:00pm already? That makes it 10:00am back home. Ugh, he wants his office back already. He leans back in his seat, then finally gets up to stretch. "Anthony?"

"Just stretching. Sitting for three hours straight tends to tense up a muscle or two." Dante answers, do these wizards really know nothing of physical health?

He may sit in his chair for hours on end, but he's usually asleep, and kicked up in a position that really doesn't hurt him at all. He's otherwise laid out on the couch or doing something to relieve the restlessness that comes with having demonic instincts to destroy everything in sight when he's bored. Shit, he'll need to find something to relieve that stress here or he'd go insane. This was an ancient castle, surely it had a dueling room hidden away somewhere. And many, many expendable, easily repairable enchanted dummies. He sat back down as the refreshments Dumbledore ordered popped into view on the table, he took his coat off and tossed it over the back of his chair. His white long sleeved low v neck undershirt got some disapproving (yet also admiring) stares. "I will say to you what I did to McGonagall earlier today, Las Vegas reaches temperatures of up to and over 40 degrees Celsius during the summer. It's brutally hot."

They look away. "You won't need such clothing here, I do hope you have more appropriate wear for teaching." Umbridge gives in a sickly sweet condescending tone.

"If you mean proper undershirts and waistcoats? Yeah, I have those. And Umbridge, don't be condescending with me, you'll find I do know how to act appropriately in wizarding society. Though, when it comes to fashion you truly can't say a thing. I've found I can't look at that hideous pink ensemble for more than a few seconds before my eyes burn. There's people who can rock pink, and you ain't one of them." Dante turns the tables.

The toad puffs up, utterly offended. Dante smirked, finally some entertainment. He calmly took up his tea cup, posture proper and one leg crossed over the other. Totally relaxed as he took a sip with all the manners of a wizarding lord. He set his cup down, then picked up his tablet again. "We were going over our syllabus' for the year groups?" Dante prompts.

Dumbledore chuckles. "Why yes, we were. Severus, why don't you start?" Dumbledore asks.

"I've made no changes to last year's syllabus' for first through fourth year. I have added some more advanced healing draughts to fifth through seventh year. They are outlined here." Severus slides pieces of parchment out to everyone.

Oh shit, he was supposed to make copies? He wasn't told about that! He looked at the folders in front of him. Each had a detailed outline and timeline for the year. He sighs inaudibly, this was his first fuck up of the year. The table went around, until eventually landing on Umbridge. "The Ministry has rewritten the necessary classroom syllabus for students of all ages, emphasizing a basis in theory to correct...uneven practices in the past."

Dante picks up his copy, and dearly hopes this really isn't it. No wonder he was called in. No practical work anywhere? You don't learn how to defend yourself by just...sitting there. He keeps quiet about it, she can't touch his class, so there really isn't a problem. He was here to counteract her, as the old man said he was. "Anthony, your class is entirely new. Why don't you take us through your plans?"

"I hadn't realized I needed to make copies for everyone. Give me a sec to do that."

It's an easy spell, to copy pieces of paper. They wouldn't last very long, no more than a day, but everyone had seven folders soon enough, with Dante holding the original. "First years have two general extremes. Purebloods, who have been rather pampered, and muggleborns, who know nothing of the magical world. I've decided to emphasize learning the two different cultures to foster an understanding of where the other is coming from when they argue. They'll learn a bit about what muggles their age are learning, that way, if they are questioned about school, they have basic knowledge to blend in with conversations, even if they don't entirely understand the concepts. I'll teach them some fun things, pitching tents the muggle way, growing their own plants, muggle pop culture. They're kids, so it won't be too difficult. But since they are very young, I'll be teaching them about the dangers of being caught out as a magical, and how important it is they have their wands on them at all times in a holster. Some magical creatures and...darker forces target magicals specifically for their blood. Not to mention the rumors of the Death Eater faction coming back up in the underground markets." Dante throws in.

"Underground markets?" Umbridge picks up.

"As for second year..."

"Oh no! Underground markets!? You're a criminal!" Umbridge shrieks, Dante covers his ears with a slight flinch.

He glares at her. "I'm legit. I have connections underground, you know, informants? Those are kind of important to have when you run a business like mine. Now put your croak away and shut up. You're making my ears bleed." He orders, some of his aura leaking out.

She sits down in fear, pale. And gods, that is not a good look. Ugh-

Nope. He steadfastly does not look at her as he goes through the first four years. Finally, he gets to fifth year. "Being such an important year, and at a point where the kids are now becoming adults. I've decided fifth year is where the real challenges begin. As the books I had recommended imply, I'm going to teach them how to survive. Living and surviving are different. Living is cushy, comfy like this. Survival is all about your choices, one wrong move and you're dead. They'll learn how to recognize threats, throw off muggle attackers, blend into crowds, survive off of the land, and work with what they have. They'll pick up a weapon and they'll know how to use it by the time the year ends. If a war really is brewing, they'll need it. Children never escape war, no matter how much the adults wish they could. I'll review practical defensive spells, wards, healing spells commonly used as field first aid, and alarm spells. They'll learn how to track wild game, skin it, and cook it. They'll learn to swim if they don't know how already, they'll learn how to climb everything from ropes to rocks, they'll learn how to strengthen their bodies to withstand extreme physical exertion. And this pattern will continue up sixth and seventh year." Dante lays down the law of the Life Skills class.

The teachers give him incredulous looks, reading through what he has on the papers to. "Headmaster Dumbledore! This man is insane! He should not be around children. There are no threats, the children are perfectly safe!"

"No one is ever perfectly safe Umbridge. You're walking down a crowded street. Where is the potential danger?" Dante asks.

"There is no potential danger. Everyone is perfectly safe!"

"Ennn. Wrong. Muggles can carry weapons on them, varying from country to country. Knives, tasers, guns, mace, and weapons of opportunity are around every corner. Devils can assume human disguises. That little old lady you just passed? She could be a demon, watching those kids at the park across the street for when one little one wanders off alone. So she can eat them. That car passing between the two sidewalks? A drunk driver could be in one, and any minute, they could swerve into the crowd on either side. Potential danger is everywhere. It's a matter of where you perceive and recognize it." Dante corrects. He takes another sip of his tea, smiling. "Compliments to whoever made the tea. Best cup I've had in ages."

He swears he hears crying. Why is someone crying?

"I'm sure our house elves appreciate your enjoyment, Anthony. Is this truly all necessary?"

Dante raises an eyebrow at him. "I approve of your syllabus, so long as you don't push the children too hard."

"I won't. They'll all have their own pace physically. They'll know the skill sets sufficiently enough to get by at the very least." Dante shrugs.

That marks the end of the staff meeting. Papers are cleared and a late dinner is served for them. One all is said and done, he picks up his coat, trunk, and the guitar case holding Rebellion, then pushes his chair in. "Mippy, could you lead Anthony to his room please?" Dumbledore asks.

The house elf pops in. "Of course Headmaster Dumbledore! Follows me, Master Anthony!" The house elf excitedly speaks.

Dante follows the little being, other teachers heading this way as well. "So, where in America do you actually come from?" Pomona asks.

"Capulet City, Nevada. Half a day's drive from Las Vegas." Dante answers.

"Drive?"

"I did mention I live amongst muggles? They use cars as their main form of transportation. To go from Capulet City to Las Vegas takes about 7 hours." Dante states.

"That can't be very enjoyable." Pomona comments.

"It's actually not so bad. You get some good views here and there, and driving with the top of the car down is a real treat. The wind feels great."

"Do you drive everywhere across America?"

"No. I'll only drive if the job is in Nevada or California. If it goes out of those two states, I catch a plane." Dante grins.

"A plane?"

"Oh dear. How do I explain this without a picture. Planes are a form of transport that go up in the air."

"Muggles can fly?" Pomona is actually shocked by this?

"Not by themselves. Planes are designed to hold a large number of people. There's engines and a lift system that I don't know the specifics of." Dante waves off.

He turns to look at the portraits, listening to them. "Are these portraits everywhere in the school?" He asks.

"Oh? Yes. They're very helpful." Pomona answers.

Mippy leads him to a portrait that he can't help but admire. A beautiful young woman, twirling around in a field of flowers. She realizes he's there, and gets closer to him. She has bright blonde hair, vivid hazel eyes, and fair healthy skin, a peach tone. "Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Redgrave. Please establish your password." She has a lyrical voice.

She must be a Veela, then. Dante looks pointedly at Pomona, she hurried down the corridor to her own room. He put up a privacy spell. He thought for a while, before deciding. "Nelo Angelo."

"Nelo Angelo. Your password can be changed at any time, Mr. Redgrave."

"Please, just call me Dante. What is your name?"

She looks at him, surprised. "My name is Cassandra."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Cassandra." Dante bows a bit, flirty smirk on his face.

Cassandra giggles, playfully curtsying. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Dante."

The portrait swings open, allowing him into his suite. It's simple, the furniture is in dark woods. The rooms look much like his preferred style, actually. Bar the bathroom, which is entirely too fancy. He's very glad for the red bedsheets and curtains in the room, adding that splash of colour they desperately needed. He wouldn't entirely unpack yet. He had to decide what he was putting in his office, his classroom, and his suite. Some things were simple, like his clothes and toiletries. Those were easy to put away. His paperwork would stay in his office unless he decided to bring it to his rooms, so he set the books and papers on the coffee table in his nicely spaced lounge. He would probably spend most of his day in his classroom, so that's where his Jukebox was going. His TV was going in his lounge, which he set up. Thanking Nico once more for her genius in making sure the system could live off of magic without needing to be plugged into more than a block which facilitated the magic to useful energy reaction. It was also hooked up to his stereo system, so he could play music in his rooms just fine. His desk and chair were going in his office...he'd really just have to decide in the morning.

He may be a half-devil, but staying up two days in a row so you actually sleep on time is tiring. It was just around 11:00pm now. He should wait another hour before he tries to sleep. So he just put away what he could. As for his Devil Arms...those could go in his office and classroom. He's never kept them in his personal space, so he'll stick with that. The ones who are more docile can stay in the classroom, his testy ones like Alastor could go in the office and stay there. He had all their mounts and cases, so he'd put those up in the morning. He got into the shower, had a cup of whiskey, then went to bed.

He'd actually agreed to stay the year? Money...a true vice.