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Chapter 126: Professor Black
The Great Hall buzzed with many voices the next morning, everyone was sitting in the Great Hall eating their breakfast and chatting to each other. As they ate, the most hottest topic was their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor which was on everyone's lips.
"Dang we won't be having Defense Against the Dark Arts until Tuesday with the ravens," Susan Bones cursed out loud, looking over her schedule even though by now it was late into the first semester and she already had it memorized. Still like everyone they were going over their schedules again check-in to see when Defense Against the Dark Arts was.
"You are in luck, we don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts until Thursday with the snakes," Lavender Brown pointed out.
"Hey, is it so bad being in the same room as us snakes?" Blaise Zabini asked with a mock hurt expression.
"We are having Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Black," Fred remarked.
"Yea, don't worry about it, we will spoil all the details to you later," George chuckled.
Harry ignored his rowdy friends for a moment and turned to look in Sirius's direction. He just entered the Great Hall and went to greet the other Professors; Professor Flitwitch was overjoyed like always, while Hagrid was beaming at his new colleague.
The female population had a varying degree of expressions on their faces; Professor Vector gave Sirius a glare when he sent a playful wink her way, Professor Sinistra didn't even look his way while Professor Babbling looked about awkwardly. However Professor Sprout did smile pleasantly at him while it was a total surprise seeing Professor Trelawney seated at the head table and even more so when he saw that look in her face.
She wasn't the only one looking at him favorably as their school librarian was present, Ms. Irma Pince.
And that was all he got as Professor McGonagall had a stern look on her face and her sharp eyes meet Sirius giving him warning in advance not to cause any trouble like he has been back in his days as a student along with his father, Remus, and that rat turned traitor.
Then there was Professor Snape, the Potions master, who was sitting along with the staff members at the head table as Sirius took his seat.
It was common knowledge that Snape wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, but even Harry, who hated Snape, was startled at the expression twisting his thin, sallow face. It went beyond anger and into pure unadulterated loathing. Harry knew that expression all too well as Snape reserved that look for one other person from time to time when he set eyes on him, the boy-who-lived.
Looking between them, Harry saw that Sirius didn't help matters along as he gave a wink to Snape which seem to off set him even more.
Harry had the feeling that Dumbledore made a terrible mistake, it was like he put water and oil in the same room just waiting to go off at any moment now and go off it will in a very spectacular fashion.
Later that afternoon, Harry saw both Fred and George happily regaling everyone nearby about their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. There were plenty of little ones surrounding them, each eating up their words like it was the bible.
"And then there he was, KABOOM, and CACHIN'," Fred started to make some sound effects as he stop standing over the gathered young heads.
"No, no, no," George said, "it was more like BOOM and POOF."
"What are you even going on about, that is not what happened," Angelina shook her head.
"I think I am with them on this," Lee Jordan grinned. "I think it was like BUZZ and ZOOM!"
Katie Bell was unable to hold her laughter as she broke into giggling out loud.
"Not funny," Angelina shook her head, "they are just being idiots."
Taking a seat as he set aside his school bag, Harry grabbed himself a plate and shoved some food on it.
"So Sirius?" Harry begin with, "How cool is his class?" Harry had yet to catch up with his godfather, he knew the black family wizard was swamped with work and didn't want to bother him until he had settled down for a bit.
However that didn't stop his curiosity about his class, he really did want to hear that he was fitting in like a peach and his classes were going great.
"Beyond cool," George voiced, sitting opposite to Fred.
"Supercool," said the twins' best friend, Lee Jordan, sliding into the seat beside George. "We had him this afternoon," he told Harry.
"What was it like?" Harry asked eagerly. Glad to hear the good news, he knew Sirius knew his stuff and never doubted him for a bit. Okay, maybe a little.
Alright he did think he was going to botch it up, but he was glad to be proven wrong. So yay!
Fred, George, and Lee exchanged looks full of meaning.
"Never had a lesson like it," Fred nodded his head in a serious tone or a close proximation to it as he could get, he and George could never get ride of those smiles after all.
"He knows, man," Lee whispered conspicuously.
"Knows what?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, really not following. He was hoping that his godfather didn't open up with girls. That would be so him.
"Knows what it's like to be out there doing it," George voiced impressively. Like he found a new role model which now that Harry thought about it they would love Sirius when they got to know his pranking side. They would be like peas in a pod!
"Doing what?" Harry asked, trying to have them reiterate in detail.
"Fighting the Dark Arts," Fred said, as if it was the most obvious thing.
"Yea he has seen it all," George muttered. "As if he had been in the thick of it. Like he has lived through the worst that the dark arts have to offer.
"Well he did like through it," Harry shrugged his shoulders, "the war, if you remember."
That gave the three of them pause as they looked at each other then back at him.
Finally Lee broke the silence as he whispered in a tone that barely could contain his joy, "Amazing isn't it?"
"Tell me about," Fred said.
"A real veteran, why didn't you say, Harry?" George asked.
"Idiots," Angelina muttered as she shook her head.
"Well you always do say that boys will be boys," Katie Bell pointed out with a smile.
"Well, I am curious now what he has been up to," Harry grinned. He really did want to know what his godfather had cooking for his lessons. What did he had in store for them.
"Good morning everyone. Welcome to Defence Against the Dark Arts." Sirius smiled as he addressed the batch of fourth year Gryffindor and Slytherin students.
The Gryffindor students looked pretty excited, even a few Slytherin students looked enthusiastic about the lesson.
"I'd like to make one thing clear before we proceed with today's class. I may be pure-blooded but I shall have you'll know that any sort of prejudiced comments will only lead to a loss of points and detention. Trust me when I say that you'll do not want to land up in one of my detentions. Are we clear?"
There were a couple of "Yes Sirs' in reply to his warning and Sirius made sure to look at the Slytherin students especially.
"Great. Let's get started."
He asked everyone to put away their quills as they wouldn't be doing any writing work that day. That was a surprise to everyone, but they did as they were told and Harry could see that Hermione especially looked unsettled.
"Dumbledore has told me that you all are lagged behind in Defence Against the Dark Arts due to the lack of a well qualified Professor or consistent ones. Well, not anymore," Sirius declared.
With his enhanced hearing Harry was able to hear, Draco whisper, "As if he would make it through the end of the year. Father will have his head, before he could say a word!"
Sirius seemed to catch that as well as he turned around to face the little prick and remarked simply. "10 points from Slytherin thanks to little Malfoy junior."
"I am not Malfoy junior," Draco shouted with his face going pink a bit.
"I really don't care if you are a alchemical clone or something of Lucius," Sirius said in a airy tone. "In my class I expect at least some semblance of respect, not you mouthing off to me. so please do at least try Malfoy junior to show some respect to me."
"Oh," Sirius added," you have detention, I think washing the dished with the house-elves in the kitchen should teach you some respect and humility."
"My father would not stand for that," Draco shouted, losing his cool when he saw things weren't going his way.
"I really don't care what Lucius thinks, and if he has some argument with me, he can come say his piece to my face. NOW shut up before it is detention for the rest of the year with me. I can promise you Malfoy junior I will be making your life hell if you end up with detention for the whole year with me."
That promise seem to at least shut up the little brat as he sat back in his sat with a scowl on his face.
"I can't believe it," Neville whispered who was seated right besides him. "A Professor was finally able to shut him up. I think I shall remember this day for the rest of my life."
"Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you will be learning a lot of lessons from me during this year. That being how to fight and defend yourself properly.
The first lesson we will be covering today is silent or non-verbal spells. A very good way to defend yourself in a duel is a non verbal spell. That is what we'll be doing today. What advantage do you have when you perform spells non verbally?"
"Yes, Ms. Granger," Sirius pointed to Hermione who had her hand up.
"Your opponent has no warning about what kind of spell you are about to perform. So I guess that gives you a split-second advantage?" Hermione answered.
"Top marks to Ms. Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor. Practical experience over theoretical knowledge makes you more prepared to act in unexpected situations."
"Now who would like to give a example of this technique?" Sirius asked, "What do you say, Mr. Potter," he called out to him.
"It would be my pleasurer," Harry answered with a grin as he got up and came to the front of the classroom. He already mastered this so he didn't mind giving a demonstration.
Silently lighting up his wand's tip with a lumos spell, the class or at least most of it not including the the lion share of the Slytherin share gave a round of applause.
"Wonderful," Sirius beamed, "Now everyone, wands out! Yes, yes, come on. Mr. Potter since you have mastered this lesson so well please be of assistance for me"
"It would be my pleasure, Professor Black," Harry nodded his head, and the two couldn't help themselves from breaking out into laughter.
Sirius divided the class into numerous pairs. He was smart enough to pair the Gryffindors against themselves otherwise he knew all too well that things would get ugly if the two opposing houses where to go against each other.
All the students were doing quite well and by the end of the lesson, most of the students had successfully managed to perform at least one non verbal spell under the tutelage of the both of them.
Throughout the lesson, as he and Sirius inspected the students' performance, Harry caught some of the girls whispering among themselves. When he had asked them what was it that they were discussing so enthusiastically, they had turned a deep shade of red and fervently told him that it was 'nothing at all.' The dreamy looks that they were shooting towards their new professor made it clear that whatever they were discussing was most certainly not related to the syllabus.
"That's all for today. No homework this time. I'll see you'll again on Friday when we'll be having another practical lesson. Class dismissed."
As the students filed out of the class, they were thoroughly satisfied with the lesson. After a long time, they had actually enjoyed a Defence Against the Dark Arts class which was a good thing Harry noted.
They had expected a long boring lecture followed by lengthy essays but it seemed as if things had finally taken a turn for the better. The new Professor's easy going attitude coupled with his sense of humour and suave appearance had made their first lesson of the year damn good.
Harry watched as Sirius hummed in satisfaction since his first class as a Professor had gone so well. Harry only hoped all his other batches went equally well.
He quickly run up to catch up to him to have a word.
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Chapter 127: Eternal Rivalry
Harry watched as Sirius hummed in satisfaction since his first class as a Professor had gone so well. Harry only hoped all his other batches went equally well.
He quickly ran up to catch up to Sirius to have a word with him.
"So when were you going to tell me that you were our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Harry asked his godfather.
"Well I did want to make it a surprise for you," Sirius answered with a grin of his own as he still kept on moving along his way, he must be trying to get to his second class for the day with the way he was heading off.
Shaking his head, Harry uttered his disbelief, "I still can not believe Dumbledore would allow you to be a professor. You who he must know doesn't take these things seriously."
"Hey," Sirius said in a mock hurt tone as they continued along their way down the hallways. "I am a responsible and caring adult. Parents could like me with their children for a while."
"Yea, sure sounds like a lovely idea," Harry teased.
"Okay, okay," Sirius said as he held out his hand and admitted the truth, "to be honest that old coot must have wanted to get on my good side after what he did. As if," he snorted out loud. "But," he uttered, "I can't deny that the title of Professor sounds lovely. If Snivellus could earn it so could I."
"True," Harry nodded his head as all joking was put aside and he turned serious. "He must know that I would only listen to you now as he hasn't been able to manipulate me whatever way he wants to."
"Been giving the old man some trouble?" Sirius asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Mhmm, well I have put pressure on him to give me back the Sword of Gryffindor. Kicked someone out of the house when they badmouthed a friend, uncovered a Death Eater hiding within the school. Put into the death of countless Death Eater. And you could say the list goes on..."
Shaking his head, his godfather asked, "It explains why he came running to me to accept this job."
"Does he hope the fabled curse would work its magic by the year's end and have you killed or indisposed?" Harry asked, now that would be smart thinking, get Sirius out of the way so he had no choice but to come to the old man and follow his wisdom.
"No nothing that nefarious," Sirius shook his head, "or maybe it, who knows with that old coot," he shook his head.
"If he thinks..." Harry wore under his breath.
"Now, now, enough of that," Sirius said, holding out his hand for him to cease. "I came here this year to see you through the Triwizard tournament. Our goal is to see you alive through this thing."
"Now I didn't have any time to dig around since I just arrived, but I will see what I can pull up."
"Alright sure," Harry nodded his head.
"Got to get to my next class right now, but I will see you soon," Sirius said as he made to go. "And please stop poking the bear, we do not want the old bastard to start getting any more suspicious of us."
"And what would you have me do," Harry grumbled under his breath, "sit back in my seat twiddling with my thumbs."
"Exactly," Sirius said with a chuckle as he patted him on the shoulder. With that he headed to his next class, leaving Harry standing there alone.
With a sigh, he spun on his feet deciding to head to the library to get some studying in until he came short as Draco and his two idiots stood in his way.
Looking at them Harry didn't know if they were just that brave or foolish most likely latter as Sirius was only a couple feet away and he made to pause as he saw the confrontation breaking out. Harry shook his head in the direction of his godfather who was about to come back and quickly resolve this.
He could handle his own problems, facing Draco, he asked with a sigh, "What do you want, Malfoy? Do you ever learn? Or does nothing ever get through your thick skull?"
Harry knew what the pompous ass was here for to recover his wounded pride. NO professor ever spoke to him the way Sirius has done and now he was looking for someone to funnel his anger and rage towards. And who better than his most hated rival, Harry Potter, plus it didn't help matters that Harry was really close to Sirius.
Onlookers gathered in the hall as they all took in the confrontation coming to pass. Some watched with eager eyes wishing for a duel or a good old fist to fist brawl to break out. While others looked uneasily between them.
"At least I do not have to hide behind a Professor's back like you Potter," Draco sneered at him.
Chuckling out loud, Harry looked at the clown as if he just said the funniest joke. "Now that is a funny thing to say since that is exactly what you do with Professor Snape. Always having him on your side, now are you sure your relationships are not more than just Professor and student," he grinned, "because the two of you seem awfully close."
Laughter filled the hallway as the students gathered all broke into smiles and guffaws.
Malfoy's pale face went slightly pink. "Why you little..." he tried to begin, but Harry quickly cut him off.
"Why don't you run along now Malfoy with your two butt buddies, because I am not interested and I want no part in this sick twisted little love orgy you got going on here. I can safely say I am only interested in the opposite sex. "
More laughter filled the hallway and Sirius gave Harry a thumbs up, but it was all cut off by the shrill cry of Draco. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!"
"Alright fine," Harry held out his hand in mock surrender, "I will be on my now. You can get back to whatever that is going on between the three of you," he waved his hand in their general direction.
Turning around, Harry made to leave until a loud BANG echoed in the hallway.
Several people screamed and some even broke off and run away most likely calling for help or Professors/
Before even that sound go off, Harry felt that gathering of magic as his skin tingled and he quickly acted on reflects as he dodged to the right. Still even with his quick reaction speed something white-hot graze the side of his face and he felt the spell continue onward as it exploded on a colonnade.
Harry quickly plunged his hand into his robes for his wand, and drew it out of his wand holster.
Spinning around with rage in his eyes, he faced Draco who held his wand out and pointed at him.
"You fucking honorless coward, how dare you attack my back."
Smiling cruelly at him, he smirked, "What are you going to do about it, orphan?"
"What am I going to do about?" Harry repeated in a very low tone a terrifying silence hold the hallway as nobody dared to move a muscle.
"I would think this," Harry shouted as spells flew from his wand.
Draco stood no chance at all, he was like a cat before a dragon and we all know who would win in a fight.
He was quickly overwhelmed as spell after spell rained down on him breaking his defenses and leaving him vulnerable. Harry came up to him and stood over him, looking down at him with hard cold eyes.
"I think I shall give you a lesson you shall never forget."
Pointing his wand at him, Harry threw his spell at him with a flash of light there now stood a pure white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-flagged floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing.
Everyone held their breaths as they stared at the transfigured form of Draco, it was one of Harry's better works as he has been studying materials far in advance of his year and this was the outcome.
"LEAVE IT!" Harry shouted, jerking his wand around at Crabbe, who had just frozen, about to pick up the white ferret. Harry started to head toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, which gave a terrified squeak and took off, streaking toward the dungeons.
"I don't think so, you spineless coward!" Harry roared, pointing his wand at the ferret again. This time it flew ten feet into the air, fell with a smack to the floor, and then bounced upward once more.
"I don't like people who attack when their opponent's back's turned," Harry growled as the ferret bounced higher and higher, squealing in pain.
"Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do, but what else would you expect from a Death Eater's son! Like Father and son, I say!"
The ferret flew through the air, its legs and tail flailing helplessly. "Never. Ever. Mess. With. Me. Again," Harry said, speaking each word as the ferret hit the stone floor and bounced upward again.
"What the hell is going on here?" a sallow voice asked as Snape came down the stone hallway along with a Slytherin student.
"Ahh, hello, Professor Snape," Sirius called out, coming in the way of Harry and the bouncing ferret.
"What — what are you doing?" Snape asked, his eyes following the bouncing ferret's progress through the air.
"Kids am I right," Sirius shook his head. "Their games know no end."
"Games?" Snape repeated.
"Yep," Sirius said with a nod of his head. "Or you could call it an unprovoked attack from behind and the other student simply defending himself."
Eyes narrowing, Snape pulled out his wand and pointing it at the ferret, he uttered a word and a moment later, with a loud snapping noise, Draco Malfoy had reappeared, lying in a heap on the floor with his sleek blond hair all over his now brilliantly pink face. He got to his feet, wincing in pain in shame as he stared at Harry with pure hate in his eyes and it was also undeniable fear within his gaze.
"Is this true, boy?" Snape asked as he looked at his own godson.
"N-no, they are all lying..." Draco tried to say, but he quickly ceased when he stared at his godfather's cold eyes. Then he muttered, "y-yes."
"So you are so useless you couldn't even beat the enemy you had the first shot on?" Snape reiterated.
Staying silent as Draco only looked at the ground, Snape snarled, "Get up. Your father should hear of this."
"Surely Professor Dumbledore told you that we try to break out fights here not let them go on. It isn't like we are at Azkaban. There is much more civility."
"Well it was so very brief, that I didn't even get a chance to say anything," Sirius put on a false frown. "Your godson over there didn't even put up much of a fight, while mine... Man, now that was whipping that could go down for the history's as the shortest and most humiliating one ever."
Watching as Draco's face went beet red, Snape cut in. "Well go speak to your betters and superiors next time, the Head of Houses. They can handle it without any of your inadequacy.
"Oh, I did not know that," Sirius said as he rubbed at his chin, "should I speak to you... No, I heard you weren't Head of Slytherin anymore," Sirius smiled. "Isn't that correct?"
Watching as a vein ticked on Snape's forehead, it took all Harry had to hold back his laughter which was almost bubbling to the surface.
Malfoy, whose pale eyes were still watering with pain and humiliation, looked malevolently up at Sirius and Harry while muttered something in which the words "my father" were very much distinguishable.
"Oh yeah?" Sirius asked with a bark of a laugh. "Well, I know your father really well, boy. You tell him I will be keeping a close eye on you. I've been looking forward to a chat with good old Lucius."
"Come on," Snape said as he seized Malfoy's upper arm and marched him off toward the dungeons.
Watching as they left, Sirius snapped his fingers at him, "What did I tell you about causing trouble. You do know Dumbledore would hear about this right?"
"Yea, but we put them in their place," Harry grinned up.
"Why you.." Sirius begin, but he could stop the grin spreading across his face. "Well, I guess it was worth it seeing that nasty expression on Snivellus face. Man, and you... putting little Malfoy junior in his place."
Looking at his adoptive father, Harry knew they were both men of action. They couldn't sit back all day planning and scheming for something to come into fruition. They had to act when they saw something wrong in the world, and act they did, it was just who they were.
In no time at all, Defense Against the Dark Arts had become most people's favorite class. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins had anything bad to say about Professor Black.
"Did anyone forget he was in Azkaban not too long ago. I heard you go mad there, what is that old feeble wizard thinking hiring a mad man." Malfoy would say to anyone he could, but not to Sirius's face, he of course was too scared for that.
And no one else cared that Sirius's previous state. His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first, Harry saw as he really broke into the students as he thought them the real Defense Against the Dark Arts not that wish washy stuff you just read off books.
Snape wasn't also happy about Sirius's rise beyond him into the school's new favorite teacher. He always looked sour when you saw him and would snap whenever Sirius was brought up.
Of course, Sirius didn't let that bother him as who cared what one jealous git thought.
It was a good first week for Sirius as his classes were taking off.
With the end of the week, Harry also had to pick up his brand new wand which was ready by now.
When Harry came in for the wand, Ollivander was already there and waiting for him as he brought out a box.
"Open it," the old wandmaker said.
To which Harry did as he laid eyes on the beautiful brown wood stick inside.
"It is my best creation to date, make sure you take care of it."
"I will do," Harry nodded his head, "could I get an extra wand holster."
Waking out of the store with his new wand in his hand, Harry didn't leave his old wand behind yet as it was strapped to his leg acting as a secondary one for now on.
Chapter 128: Lesser Dragons
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"Hey, Harry," Sirius cornered him in a corner one day as he was heading to his next class with his friends.
"Oh, hey, Sirius," Harry greeted him as did Hermione, Neville, Lavender and his other friends.
"Good to see you all," Sirius nodded his head to them. Then turning to face him, he whispered, "I have a lead on what the first trial is."
"What is it?" Harry asked as he perked up.
"Just make sure you follow Hagrid all day and you will have our answers," the wizard answered mysteriously. Breaking off, he smiled at them and spoke, "I best be getting to my class," and with that he left.
Coming up to him, Hermione asked, "What was that all about?"
"The Triwizard tournament," Harry simply answered.
Today, all students in the third year and above were permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade.
Leaving the castle grounds, Hermione hurried up to catch up to him. "What does following Hagrid have to do with the Triwizard tournament?" she asked, bringing up the topic from earlier.
"Don't know," Harry shrugged his shoulders, "but Sirius must have uncovered something for him to tell me to follow Hagrid all day."
"I still do not like it," Hermione said wrinkling her noise a bit. "Cheating like this..."
"Well if the competition is doing it, why not us," Harry shrugged his shoulders, "and who knows this might be part of the tournament, uncovering the first trail all on your own."
"Fine," Hermione said, "why don't we go and have a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, it's a bit cold, isn't it?"
"Sure, my treat," Harry said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
The Three Broomsticks was packed, mainly with Hogwarts students enjoying their free afternoon, but also with a variety of magical people Harry rarely saw anywhere else from hags, elves, goblins, werewolves, ghosts, dwarves, and other magical beings.
"Look, it's Hagrid!" Hermione pointed out the half-giant.
Turning around and looking at the back of Hagrid's enormous shaggy head, Harry smiled to himself and whispered, "got you!"
Harry edged slowly toward a spare table in the corner with Hermione in tow that provided a good outlook on the whole establishment. He saw plenty of Hogwarts students were in as they chatted away and played around.
It wasn't long before the owner of the inn, Madam Rosmerta came up to them. She was a very attractive witch with a curvy figure, well endowed assets, and a pretty face that went with a beautiful smile. She was the perfect imagination of so many Hogwarts boys who fancied her.
"What can I get you lover birds?" she asked as she drew up short to them.
"We aren't lovers... or anything like that," Hermione blushed a bright pink as she nearly hide into her winter cloak.
"Really?" the older witch asked, "Then why didn't you say. I always did have my sights on your little hero. I didn't want to be that sort of woman and steal him from you, but now..."
"You can't have him," Hermione nearly shouted.
"Why not?" both Harry and Madam Rosmerta asked her.
"You did say we weren't lovers or anything like that," Harry grinned, "so I would imagine I am free to pick and choose as I wish."
"Shut up," Hermione said, then looking at Madam Rosmerta, she ordered, "just get us two butterbeer, that would be all."
"Alright," Madam Rosmerta smiled, "will be up shortly."
Watching as she left, Harry watched as Hermione start to mutter like an angry demon. "The gull on that woman, going after students like that. Does she have no shame?"
"Well I would imagine it can get lonely running an inn all by yourself," Harry voiced.
"You shut up," Hermione repeated as she pointed a finger at him to silence him.
"Hey," Harry said in a falsely hurt tone, "you are the one who said we aren't lovers, when I clearly think of you as more than that," he whispered to her as he placed his hand over hers.
Quickly drawing her hand away, she looked everywhere except at him and muttered in a low tone. "Let's think about the stuff later, maybe after we graduate and get our careers started,"
Not having any time to respond, Harry watched as Hagrid made to get up and start to leave. "Let's go," Harry said, "Hagrid is on the move."
Picking up their cloaks, Harry and Hermione made to go, but Madam Rosmerta called out, "Your drinks, where are you going?"
"We will have to go," Harry said as he took the drinks from her hands and put some galleons in their place.
"But... but this is too much," Madam Rosmerta said as she saw the gold in her hands.
"Keep the change," Harry said as he watched Hagrid step out the door.
"Hey, Harry," Fred called out, "where are you going. Come on let's give you a toast as the Gryfindor school champion!"
"Yea, come on," George said.
"Sorry, really busy," Harry called out as he pushed his way through the crowd, hoping they wouldn't lose Hagrid.
Finally stepping out of the inn, Harry ran into a large figure and looked up to see Hagrid staring down at him.
"Hey, Hagrid," Harry smiled at the gentle giant, trying not to act suspiciously.
"Hi, Hagrid," Hermione waved at the giant as she came into step behind him, she really wasn't doing a good job of not acting suspiciously at all as she kept on twitching and looking nervously about.
"Yer really needs to do a better, Harry, even a lumbering ogre is more quiet than yer," Hagrid shook his shaggy beard.
"Yea, well I..." Harry said coming up short with excuses as he awkwardly scratching the back of his head.
Hagrid beamed down at Harry and bent down on the pretext of picking up butterbeer from off his hand, and said in a whisper so low that only Harry could hear it, "Meet me tonight at midnight at me cabin. Wear that cloak."
Straightening up, Hagrid said loudly, "Nice ter see yeh, Hermione," winked, and departed.
"Why does Hagrid want me to meet him at midnight?" Harry mused out loud. "I wonder what he's up to?"
"I still do not like it," Hermione crossed her arms around her chest. "Cheating and all..."
"Yeah well if I want to make it through alive I guess I have to bend some rules," Harry shrugged. He was very curious to know what this might be; Hagrid had never asked Harry to visit him so late at night.
"Let me come with you," Hermione said, "you could use the back up."
"Well..." Harry said, "I don't think we will be able to fit under the cloak anymore. We have grown a lot."
"You're right," Hermione shook her head, then smiling she remarked, "I was still thinking we were little kids like back then. But now we really have grown by a lot."
"Yea we did," Harry smiled too, remembering the good old days of his first year. "Best be going now," Harry said, "take care," he added as he pressed a light kiss on her cheek which had her blushing like a maiden.
At half past eleven that evening, Harry, began to get ready, pulling out his Invisibility Cloak and racking it over himself, he silently headed out of his private quarter and crept back downstairs through the hallways, Quite a few people were still up.
The Creevey brothers were working on new badges dedicated to him and had a whole box of them they planned to pass around. They were able to bewitch them to make them say Support Harry Potter! He is the true winner.
Harry crept past Argus Filch and his accursed cat which looked around as if sensing him. "What is wrong, Mrs. Norris?" the unpleasant man asked his cat.
Harry waited for a minute or so as they looked around but gave up in the end when they didn't see anything. Keeping an eye on his watch, Harry moved along and headed out the castle gates.
The grounds were very dark. Harry walked down the lawn toward the lights shining in Hagrid's cabin. The inside of the enormous Beauxbatons carriage was also lit up; Harry could hear Madame Maxime talking inside it as he knocked on Hagrid's front door.
"You there, Harry?" Hagrid whispered, opening the door and looking around.
"Yeah," said Harry, slipping inside the cabin and pulling the cloak down off his head.
"What's up?"
"Got summat ter show yeh," Hagrid whispered.
There was an air of enormous excitement about Hagrid. He was wearing a flower that resembled an oversized artichoke in his buttonhole. It looked as though he had abandoned the use of axle grease, but he had certainly attempted to comb his hair — Harry could see the comb's broken teeth tangled in it.
"What are you showing me?" Harry asked warily, wondering if the skrewts had laid eggs, or Hagrid had managed to buy another giant three-headed dog off a stranger in a pub.
"Come with me, keep quiet, an' keep yerself covered with that cloak," Hagrid said. "We won' take Fang, he won' like it one bit..."
Harry knew right away he did not like that one bit, although Fang was a coward at heart he at least had the sense to avoid dangerous things which Hagrid never did.
The half giant opened the cabin door and strided off into the night. Harry hurried to follow and found, to his great surprise, that Hagrid was leading him to the Beauxbatons carriage.
"Hagrid, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Shhh!" Hagrid said, and he knocked three times on the door bearing the crossed golden wands. Madame Maxime opened it. She was wearing a silk shawl wrapped around her massive shoulders. She smiled when she saw Hagrid.
"Bonjour," Hagrid said, beaming at her, and holding out a hand to help her down the golden steps.
"Ah, 'Agrid... it is time?" Madame Maxime closed the door behind her, Hagrid offered her his arm, and they set off around the edge of the paddock containing Madame Maxime's giant winged horses, with Harry right behind them running to keep up with their giant steps.
He couldn't wipe the grin off his face as he was happy that his friend finally found the one. However had Hagrid wanted to show him his new girlfriend, Madame Maxime? No, it couldn't be it.
It seemed like Madame Maxime was in for the same surprise as Harry, because after a while she said playfully, "Wair is it you are taking me, 'Agrid?"
"Yeh'll enjoy this," Hagrid said, "worth seein', trust me. On'y — don' go tellin' anyone I showed yeh this, 'lright? Yeh're not s'posed ter know and I could get in trouble with Dumbledore."
"Of course not, my lips are sealed" Madame Maxime smiled, fluttering her long black eyelashes.
It wasn't long before they walked so far around the perimeter of the forest that the castle and the lake were out of sight. Harry paused as he could have sworn he heard something. Men were shouting up ahead and then there came a deafening, earsplitting roar that split the air. A roar of a creature he knew so very well.
Hagrid led Madame Maxime around a clump of trees and came to a halt. Harry hurried up alongside them — for a split second, he thought he was seeing bonfires, and men darting around them — and then his mouth fell open.
Dragons!
12 fully grown, enormous, vicious-looking dragons were rearing onto their hind legs inside an enclosure fenced with thick planks of wood, roaring, and snorting — torrents of fire were shooting into the dark sky from their open, fanged mouths, 30 feet above the ground on their outstretched necks.
They were nothing compared to his Great Wyrm form as he stood proudly at 100 meters nearly 10 times their size. However that didn't mean they weren't terrifying little buggers.
At least 50 wizards were attempting to control them, pulling on the chains connected to heavy leather straps around their necks and legs.
Mesmerized, Harry looked up, high above him, and saw the eyes of the black dragon, with vertical pupils like a cat's, bulging with either fear or rage, he couldn't tell which. It was making a horrible noise, a yowling, screeching scream.
He had the feeling that he knew that dragon, like he meet it before long ago, before he could put any thought into it someone pulled on its chain.
"Keep back there, Hagrid!" yelled a wizard near the fence, straining on the chain he was holding. "They can shoot fire at a range of twenty feet, you know! I've seen this Norwegian Ridgeback do forty!"
"Is'n' it beautiful?" Hagrid said softly.
"It's no good!" another wizard yelled.
"Stunning Spells, on the count of three!" Harry saw each of the dragon keepers pull out his wand.
"Stupefy!" they shouted in unison, and the Stunning Spells shot into the darkness like fiery rockets, bursting in showers of stars on the dragons' scaly hides.
Harry watched the dragon nearest to them teeter dangerously on its back legs; its jaws stretched wide in a silent howl; its nostrils were suddenly devoid of flame, though still smoking — then, very slowly, it fell. Several tons of sinewy, scaly-black dragon hit the ground with a thud that Harry could have sworn made the trees behind him quake.
The dragon keepers lowered their wands and walked forward to their fallen charges, each of which was the size of a barn. They hurried to tighten the chains and fasten them securely to iron pegs, which they forced deep into the ground with their wands.
"Wan' a closer look?" Hagrid asked Madame Maxime excitedly. The pair of them moved right up to the fence, and Harry followed. The wizard who had warned Hagrid not to come any closer turned, and Harry realized who it was: Charlie Weasley.
"All right, Hagrid?" he panted, coming over to talk. "They should be okay now — we put them out with a Sleeping Draft on the way here, thought it might be better for them to wake up in the dark and the quiet — but, like you saw, they weren't happy, not happy at all —"
"What breeds you got here, Charlie?" said Hagrid, gazing at the closest dragon, the black one, with something close to reverence. Its eyes were still just open. Harry could see a strip of gleaming yellow beneath its wrinkled black eyelid.
"Don't you remember her?" Charlie grinned, "It's Norberta!"
"Ner way," Hagrid said breathlessly as he slowly rubbed his hand over the creature's snout.
"They grow up very fast unlike us humans, a helpless baby one day and a nightmare the next."
"It's so good to see yer girl," Hagrid muttered to the sleeping creature.
"This is a Hungarian Horntail," Charlie pointed out the next dragon, equally as terrifying.
"There's a Common Welsh Green over there. The smaller one a Peruvian Vipertooth watch out as well it is very venomous. That blue-gray is a Swedish Short-Snout, that red little bugger is a Chinese Fireball. That green horned one is a Romanian Longhorn," Charlie pointed out each dragon one by one until he took notice of the other person around, Madame Maxime who was gazing up at the stunned dragons.
"I didn't know you were bringing someone else, Hagrid," Charlie said, frowning. "The champions aren't supposed to know what's coming — she's bound to tell her student, isn't she?"
"Jus' thought she'd like ter see 'em," Hagrid shrugged his shoulders, still gazing, enraptured, at the Norwegian Ridgeback.
"Really romantic date, Hagrid," Charlie shook his head.
"12 Dragons, huh," Hagrid asked, "so it's one fer each o' the champions, is it? What do they gotta do... fight 'em?"
"Just get past them, I think," Charlie said. "I am not sure on the details really. Just told to bring them over."
"We'll be on hand if it gets nasty, Extinguishing Spells at the ready. They wanted nesting mothers, I don't know why, but I tell you this, I don't envy any of those kids who get to fight a mother dragon. They are the most vicious lot."
Five of Charlie's fellow keepers staggered up to the dragons, carrying a clutch of huge dragons eggs between them in blankets. They placed them carefully in a cart to the side side. Hagrid let out a moan of longing.
"I've got them counted, Hagrid," Charlie said sternly, already understanding the half-giant's thoughts. Then he said, "How's Harry?"
"Fine," Hagrid said after he briefly froze for a moment, but quickly hide it as he gazing at the eggs.
"Just hope he's still fine after he's faced this lot," Charlie said grimly, looking out over the dragons.
"I didn't dare tell Mum what he's got to do for the first task; she's already having kittens about him..." Charlie imitated his mother's anxious voice. "'How could they let him enter that tournament, he's much too young! I thought they were all safe, I thought there was going to be an age limit!"
"She was in floods after that Daily Prophet article about him."
"All done here, Charlie," a dragon keeper reported in.
"Alright let's turn in for the night," Charlie said, "those stunners should keep them out for the night."
"Hagrid," Charlie said as he turned to face the big man, "You best be leaving now. I could get in trouble for giving you the peek."
"'lright," Hagrid said as he got up, his eyes lovely at Norberta "see yer in the castle then."
Clearing out, Harry decided to wait awhile before leaving, he didn't only have to watch out for Hagrid and Madame Maxime, plus Charlie and his Dragon keeper but the people hiding in the foliage and trees as well.
He took notice of them long before and spotted many familiar faces of Headmasters and school champions. He wasn't surprised to see them in the least bit!
After everyone had left, Harry was the only one left with the sleeping dragons.
Coming up to them, Harry felt that bond all the more now as if he was before his kin.
Reaching out his hand and running it over the Norberta, he felt her stir in her sleep. Just as he felt her stir he also felt the dragon in his stir as well.
Chapter 129: Studying(R-18)
Deep within the alcoves of the library, Harry was reading some books on dragons. It really wasn't for the first trial as he had a plan to deal with that, but he was curious to learn more of his animagus form.
There was so much potential hidden inside of it, it could take him ages to uncover it, but best to get started some were.
Reading the text before him;
'Dragons are extremely difficult to slay, owing to the ancient magic that imbues their thick hides, which none but the most powerful spells can penetrate.'
Shaking his head as a chuckle escaped his lips he thought, 'tell me about it!' Only super damaging spells and other magical tools like magic cannons could work on him, though he guesses a killing curse could work as well as it does to a wizard or muggle as it does to him in his dragon form.
Flipping the page, Harry felt someone come sit next to him.
Looking up to see Daphne, she gave him a peck on the cheek before putting a scarf around his neck and starting to tie it up for him. He saw that it was red and gold, his house colors.
"Hey, you," he greeted her with a smile.
"Hey right back at you," the ice princess replied back with a smile of her own. Something he saw she was giving him a lot of and very much reserved for him. He was glad to see that. They were after all to be married when they graduated so it was nice to be warm and friendly to your future spouse.
He also noticed she started to become very playful with him, "I want to wear nothing else but your scarf," she purred, pressing tightly against him, and her spine arched back as his hand ran down from her shoulder to her plump ass, cupping it firmly through her skirt. It made her moan and shiver, pressing even harder into him.
"Imagine me strutting into the Great Hall wearing just a Gryffindor scarf and nothing else, everyone knowing I'm yours." Biting down firmly on her lip, she stared into his eyes as her hips pushed back to press her ass against his hand.
Leaning into her, he replied back, "My, my how so naughty you are. I could hardly imagine at all... No, wait. I already got the treat of seeing you fully unclothe. But that would be a sight for swore eyes.
Giggling, they were both cut off as books slammed down hard at their table.
Looking up Harry saw a fuming, nostril flaring, wide eyed, and chest heaving Hermione who stared angrily at the sight of both him and Daphne.
"Hey, Hermione," Harry smiled awkwardly at his best friend. He really was like a mouse caught in trap. His hands in the cookie jar.
Daphne on the other hand was cool as a cucumber, "Hi there, Hermione!"
"Don't hey me," Hermione replied back as she sat down forcefully on her chair right across of them.
Opening a book, and bringing out some parchments, she stared at them. "Don't mind me."
Since she wasn't bringing it up, Harry saw no point in doing so as well. He made sure to thank whatever gods were out there he didn't have to explain. Nothing good ever comes from explaining.
Suddenly Harry felt a hand reach into his robes and come upon his manhood. Turning to look at the obvious criminal, Harry raised a single eyebrow as he felt Daphne's hand close around his shaft and used the other to rub the head, causing Harry to take in a sharp breath from the sudden intense stimulation, his manhood jerking in approval.
His sharp intake of breath caused Hermione to look up and stared at them suspiciously.
Trying to ease his racing heart, Harry gave Hermione his best confident smile. Which thankfully put her off from now as she got back to her books.
Leaning in, Daphne whispered, "Mmh, I can never get enough of your cock, such a magnificent thing indeed!"
Daphne teased as she began to jerk him off under the table, her hands becoming slick with the copious amounts of pre cum that spilled out of his hardened pulsing cock.
Welcome as it may have been to get a wonderful handjob on the side, Harry couldn't help but lean in and ask Daphne very lowly, "Are you trying to get us both caught?"
"No," Daphne smirked, sliding her fingers slowly upward. "But if you can keep quiet, we won't be." she giggled, keeping her eyes forward and his expression steady.
"Well two could play that game," Harry whispered to her as his hand drifted underneath her skirt.
Harry watched with glee as a shiver run past Daphne's body as his familiar, strong fingers teased her slit with faint little presses up and down her slit. He couldn't believe he was doing this in the library, but his excuse was Daphne started it all. A really good one that first graders like to use.
"How do you like that?" Harry asked as a low whine escaped Daphne's lips and she shivered some more about in her seat. His fingers pushing in deeper as he taunted her, as if trying to goad her into reaction, and she was frustrated by just how much he was able to play her.
"Sorry couldn't hear you," Harry grinned, "could you please say that louder?" Still Harry's eyes drifted over once more to Hermione, hoping that she wasn't paying much attention to them, and thankfully she seemed engrossed enough into her books. That was Hermione for you, she wasn't very talkative during studying, which he was glad for at this moment, but still that didn't mean he had to take chances as he tried his best to not draw her eyes with motion from just in the fringes of her periphery vision.
Colour filled into Daphne's cheeks, the remark he made caused her to shiver and whine as the teasing left her hot and flustered. Harry took his sweet time with his betrothal, while his eyes ran up and down her body in eager appreciation of every last one of her curves, which even clothed were absolutely delightful, and it left him hungrier, wanting more out of this as he pushed his fingers a bit deeper into her, rocking them steadily and leaving her wanting more but never actually giving it to her.
Always keeping her on the edge, Harry made sure that his digits taking so long to push deeper into her that he could really get her needy and desperately. It shouldn't have been a game to him, especially with Hermione so close and able to, at any moment, turn around and see what they were doing, but that danger added a layer of excitement to this that kept him much more eager to play along as he teased Daphne more and more.
Daphne shivered as the steady, painfully slow fingering hit her in all the right way. He knew her body so well even, and he could see that the steady brush of fingers against her g-spot was maddening. He was looking to make her knees tremble and he was succeeding wonderfully.
Seeing that she left him cold and hanging after she started this process, Harry whispered to her, "What happened? Did you not want my cock? Or did it become too daunting for you?"
That seem to have done that trick as it reignited Daphne as she reach her hand forward greedily and regrasped his aching shaft.
"Eager, are we?" he teased as she began to slowly stroke up his shaft, and he decided to put a little more excitement into his life as he reached his other hand toward her and stole a quick fondle of her breast.
Harry bit down on a groan as Daphne's hand kept up the aggressive and frantic pace, rocking rapidly up and down his cock, bringing him quickly to the point where he was all caught up with her, drawing closer as she did everything she could to get him off. This was what he loved so much about Daphne. The cold, often calculating heiress turned into a ravenous, needy woman of utter lust who could hold back none of her appetites as she threw her all into sex. Well, that and her round, gorgeous ass bouncing as he fucked her on all fours.
Stifling a whine with everything she had, Daphne looked into Harry's eyes, her own trembling and shivering as she did her best to hold onto the silence, hold onto everything. He knew she needed it as her desperation was clearly obvious as she gave Harry the fastest handjob she could. Finally, she mouthed the word, "Please," to him which had a wide smile on Harry's face.
All of the reservation and slowness he'd shown her to get her riled up was gone now, replaced by a steady and almost savage pounding of her tight, slick hole with his fingers, all of the speed and depth she could have ever wanted given to her as she struggled now to hold herself together where she sat.
Daphne came quickly, which didn't surprise either of them as she tensed up her entire body to keep everything completely still, and save for a little shiver of her hips, she managed to pull it off as her slick pussy soaked Harry's hand and left her panties thoroughly soaked.
Her body pulsated with delight, the throbbing of her head leaving her almost disoriented as the hand over her mouth kept even the rapid breaths from being too noisy. With a few final strokes, she got Harry off as well, his cock erupting with cum that coated her hand as she quickly clasped the head to keep it all contained, making his cum coat her palm and her fingers while the rest oozed its way down his shaft slowly.
It took some time for both of them to come down, slumped back in their seats, hands still over the other's crotch until Harry decided he was ready for more.
However, he quickly came back to reality as he heard someone clearing their throat.
Hermione stared at them, Daphne quickly got up, "I need the restroom," she said feeling flustered.
That left the two of them, and Harry awkwardly voiced, "best get back to the reading!"
"Alright sure," Hermione said, leaving him be.
After some time of silence, Harry heard Hermione utter, "Oops!" Then saw her go under the deal.
Taking advantage of the moment that Daphne was gone, Hermione crawled under the table and reaching her hand into his lap. Harry could feel the lust bubbled up within her as boldness made her squeeze his cock through his pants, feeling it already starting to harden.
"What the hell," Harry uttered as he leaned back to stare at the busy haired witch.
Hermione remained totally silent and instead focused on opening his pants up and pulling his cock out. Her mouth was wide open, and she was almost drooling as her hand reached out to grasp the cock, seizing it tightly and slowly pressing forward, placing a kiss onto his shaft and rubbing her lips against his shaft.
Slowly growing confident enough to lick the tip of his cock as her hand moved back and forth.
"You think you could get with that hussy," Hermione uttered angrily. "Well, I'll show you a thing or two!"
She took the head of his cock into his mouth and starting to suck on his head as she did her best to play quietly since they were still in the Library after all.
Harry kept his hands up even though every instinct he had was to grab the hair of whoever was sucking his cock, and in Hermione's case to finally enjoy her. But for now he decided to enjoy the oral treatment of his best friend.
Since the state she was in, Harry couldn't help himself from commanding, "Wow, so quick to take me into your mouth. You're not jealous, are you?" He could not have been happier about this situation, wanting so badly to enjoy Hermione's mouth, but still taking it slow, playing this smart and careful.
"Maybe I should fuck both of you next time, see who wants to make me cum more. Or, have Daphne pin you down and fuck you for hours making you feeling her body rubbing against yours as I pump you full of cum until your eyes roll back as you get drunk on my cock."
It was impossible not to moan. Harry watched as Hermione's head burst with that vulgar image, of the bliss of his cock hammering her again and again, the hours of sex and the way she could drive Daphne mad.
Harry was pretty sure she had images in particular, of kneeling over Daphne's face and getting fucked while cum leaked down her pussy and Harry's balls slapped her in the face.
He was pretty sure he was right about it as Hermione pushed further down onto the cock in response, moaning as she closed her eyes and just took in the excitement of the moment, of all her desires come to fruition.
"Oh, you like that?" he asked, snickering out loud. "You're that hungry for my cock?"
He wanted to see how far he could push Hermione, see how much he could get away with toying with her over. She seem to taking in the treatment well as her head was bobbing along nicely, and her tongue was doing quite magical things to the underside of his cock, right at the base of the head in particular.
But then he spotted Daphne coming down the alley.
She took a seat and looked around, then asked, "Where is Hermione ?"
"She left," Harry quickly responded back, unsure how he should broker the subject that she was under the table blowing him off.
"Really, then why did she leave her stuff?"
"Must have been in a hurry," Harry said with a wince as Hermione took to playing with his balls.
"Well then that leaves the two of us," Daphne smiled, as she went in for a deep, hungry kiss, and Harry gripped her hair tighter than he ever had as he kissed her back. He made out with her eagerly while Hermione worked his cock over, occasionally having it prod the back of her throat as she worked steadily at the shaft, doing everything she could to try and get him off. He was throbbing in her mouth now, leaking pre-cum eagerly onto her tongue, and she was getting so unbearably turned on.
Then breaking off, Daphne smile at him with a knowing look in her eyes, and pushed his chair back as Hermione was revealed.
"Hello, Granger," Daphne said, licking her lips as she stared at Hermione who still had his cock in her mouth.
"I see you've taken a liking to my betrothal's cock. Or, do you always crawl under tables and stick dicks in your mouth?" she snickered.
Hermione finally let go of his cock and glared up at Daphne, "You think I will let you just stroll in and take what's mine?"
"What's yours, didn't you hear, we are betrothal! He is mine, not yours!"
"As if," Hermione snorted as she held his cock positively as if it belonged to her.
"Want to ease up a little?" Harry asked as he winced him pain not pleasure as Hermione was holding his cock a bit too tight.
However he was ignored as the two girls begin to argue with each other back and forth.
Before anyone could come in their direction and see what all the commotion was about, Harry got up.
"Alright you two," Harry said, "let's head over to my room!"
-(BONUS CHAPTER- Check out Pa / treon for more!)
Chapter 130: Function Pt.1
As the days turned into weeks, the first trial quickly approached.
There was a general excitement that held the students and even some of the teachers as they were pumped for the amazing spectacle to come.
For the champions, on the other hand, there was no time for any wish wash anymore, the champions who were before basking the glory of becoming their school champion now turned very solemn and serious. No more was there any strolling outdoor by any of the champions or getting quickly swarmed by admirers, or waking to the corridors and looking proud of themselves.
Now there was only training and studying, studying and training.
Harry took to using the Room of Requirement as it offered the state of the art training room which could only be found way back home.
He spent countless hours in there each day honing his skills and magical abilities preparing himself mentally, physically, and magically.
Harry saw the other school champions each preparing in their own way, some took to the library hitting the stacks looking for powerful spells to use and ancient lore about dragons to exploit to their advantage.
Others took to the training mat as they honed their battle skills for the upcoming trial.
Some took to the lab making potions, alchemical reagents, magical items, and other tools to use against the dragons.
While a few took to meditating out in the front lane as they honed their minds and prepared themselves.
Every champion had their own way of preparing each symbolizing their personality and strong suit.
For the task itself, every person who knew about it had their own way of tackling it.
Hagrid for example had a really wonderful way of dealing with them which was so him.
"Harry," Hagrid called out to him after their Care of Magical Creatures class.
"Yes, Hagrid, what can I help you with?" Harry asked as he stayed behind as everyone headed out.
"So wha' is yer plan dealing with the dragons?" the big man asked him, with a concerned expression on his face.
"I do have some ideas," Harry answered.
"I always say the bes' way ter handle a magical creature is by love, yer treat 'em well an' they will treat yer well in return."
"I guess that is one way of putting it," Harry said, not really wanting to express himself of what he thought of that wonderful idea. Magical creatures come in a varying mix some gentle like a Kappa and Fairy others harmless like a Flobberworm. Some little annoying buggers like imps and doxy others ghastly like a ghoul and Lethifold.
Each and every single one of them have their own temperament and behaviors.
Dragons on the other hand were known as terrifying and vicious, not at all the gentle creatures that Hagrid was making them out to be.
Still Harry put on a thankful expression and expressed his thanks, "Thank you, Hagrid for the lovely little advice. I will make sure to take them into consideration when I come face to face with a fully grown fire breathing dragon."
Nodding happily the half-giant uttered, "I knew yer would see it," and left him be after that.
Sirius on the other hand had a more direct approach.
"Right — these dragons," Sirius said, speaking in a very low tone when they were together. "There's a way, Harry. Don't be tempted to try a Stunning Spell, dragons are strong and too powerfully magical to be knocked out by a single Stunner, you need about half a dozen wizards at a time to overcome a dragon that way."
"Yeah, I know," Harry said, and then mused to no one in particular, "but you could try a very potent Stunning Spell, however that would take too long to gather up all that magic in only a few moments before you become dragon chow."
"Yes, that is why I would suggest a Conjunctivitis Curse, as a dragon's eyes are its weakest point. You could easily blind them and go for the killing blow."
"I won't be doing that," Harry simply said with a shake of his head.
"Why?" Sirius asked, looking at him as if he just grew a second head.
"Would you blind a one of your family Cerberus?" Harry posed with a raised eyebrow.
"NO!" Sirius shouted, getting all defensive and agitated. The bond between both wizarding family and family creature goes both way, it is averse to either one of them to harm each other.
"Well, that is the same for me. They are my kin, although lesser in kind, they are still kindred. I cannot harm them."
Hermione on the other hand took a more logical approach.
Studying inside the library one day, Hermione came over and dropped a stack of books before him.
"I have been doing some reading on dragons," she announced as she took a seat opposite to him.
Turning to look at her, Harry asked, "And?"
"Well from the histories it says here that ancient dwarves use to pay tribute to the dragons in gold, jewels, treasures, and other valuable items to keep them away from invading," Hermione noted as she flipped through an ancient tome.
"Anything about an angry mother dragon?" Harry inquired with a smile.
"Okay," Hermione said as she pulled out a scroll that looked like it would fall apart into dust with the slightest breeze. "here it says in their anger and shame wizards of old would sacrifice their magically inert children i.e Squibs to dra-... okay forget that," she said as she tossed that scroll away.
"Sacrificing children, now I did not expect that from you Hermione Granger," Harry chuckled.
"I said forget it," Hermione scowled, "Here it says to appease dragons hunger, wizards would commit mass sacrificial ceremonies on muggle villages and-... Forget that as well."
"Man, you are getting colder and colder, Hermione," Harry joked.
Snapping her book shut, Hermione turned her baleful eyes on him, and nearly screamed in a shrill tone, "Why are you taking this easy. Dragons are rank 5 danger beasts. They are Wizard killers!"
"Alright calm down," Harry said as he leaned over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Everything is going to be alright, I have a plan of action, so it is going to be okay."
Harry didn't realize the effect that this had on Hermione, she must have been working herself tirelessly looking for answers all day ever since he told her it was dragons that he was going to face.
"Really?" Hermione asked as she looked up with tears in her eyes, close to breaking.
"Yea," Harry grinned at her, "when have I ever let you down."
"Good," Hermione said with a sigh of relief as if a heavy weight had been lifted off of her. "because I had no solutions. If there was anything I learned in my reading, dragons are god darn hard to deal with.
"Yea, tell me about it," Harry chuckled out loud as he brought her in close. "We are tough motherfukers to deal with."
It was a Friday today, the last day of classes before everyone was out for the weekend, however that wasn't the reason why there was an air of excitement that gripped the students. On Tuesday the first trial would begin.
Already wizards and witches from all over where Hogsmeade, renting out all the inn and other establishment set up in the village below. And more would of course be arriving over the course of the next few days, a lot more.
Rooms were set up in the castle for dignitaries and people of note as the castle which used to look empty was now nearly filled to the brim. The Headmasters and mistress of the Great schools were busy hosting those guests and multiple parties were already thrown in the Great Hall.
The Triwizard tournament was truly on its way.
As Professor McGonagall tried to explain a complex bit of Transfiguration, she saw that there wasn't any learning today. Both Gryffindors and Ravenclaw were all preoccupied with the tournament near at hand as many people were whispering excitedly in low tones.
"Alright, that would be all for today," Professor McGonagall called out which had heads turning in surprise. There was clearly half an hour left of learning, but Professor McGonagall was letting them go, from a lot of people's faces you could see that they couldn't even process it.
"Hurry up and get out, before I change my mind," Professor McGonagall cried out pointing to the door. She clearly gave up on going against the tide, there would be no learning today and there was no point in even trying.
Everyone got up excitedly and almost ran out of the room before the stern witch could really change her mind.
"Mr. Potter," Professor McGonagall called out, stoping Hermione who had a dozen questions.
"Yes," Harry said as he turned to look at the older witch.
"This evening there will be one last gathering before the tournament starts. You have been requested along with the other School Champion," she said holding her nose up a bit, showing what she thought of him becoming a champion. She was one of the few who resisted the most him participating in the tournament and now that she couldn't get her way she made her opinion clear.
"To come to the gathering and be shown like a prize horse," she sniffed. "Show up with your best attire this evening and you could bring a plus one if you like."
"And for you Mrs. Granger," Professor McGonagall spoke to the busy brown hair. "Today, enjoy your rest of the day, relax, live a little."
With that, she left them alone there. Turning to look at Hermione, Harry asked, "What do you say to being my plus one?"
The gathering wasn't in the Great Hall, but outside on the front lawn, coming there he was surprised to see all the Wizarding towers set up. The main hub of activity was the largest tower standing at 50 feet tall.
Wizard lights of all colors were bathing the lawn in a cascade of colors.
Heading there along with Hermione who was in his arm, he was quickly allowed when he told who he was.
He was ushered into the Wizarding tower which was named Raven's Reach, and the sight that met Harry's eyes drew an unwilling gasp from his mouth.
From the outside, Raven's Reach was an opaque beautiful silver tower. From the inside, at least on the levels he could see, it was nearly transparent. Spacial wrapping properties were at work of course as just the first floor along was as large house.
The banquet tables or should he saw the appetizer tables were laid out with silver-trimmed linen cloths, fifty feet from end to end. Wizard Chefs — the masters of magical cuisine ready to prepare any dish that the guests could fancy.
Set in the center of the table were the food. Each one of the silver platters held a hybridization of two magical creatures formed by joining the halves of them during preparation and was the latest fashion or whatever of the Wizarding houses, but since he really didn't keep up to date he wasn't sure if it might be a revival of sorts.
Harry saw a roast Moon Rabbit with the head of a Rainbow Koi fish, resting on a pile of black caviar. There was a Hippogriff infused with a Salamander that he avoided like the plague as his stomach roiled. Nearby there was a bicorn's head, complete with a apple in its mouth, with a roast Fire Crab for a body. The whole affair was covered in brown caramel sauce and figs, and Harry gave in to the growling sensation at the bottom of his stomach. He let one of the magic chefs slice him a fair portion of the bicorn/crab, which he ate from a silver dish with a little silver fork; it came apart in his mouth with the texture of butter, and the flavors set his head whirling. He hadn't tasted anything so magnificent in weeks, although the castle house-elf cooking where great, he knew their skills could not match up against these wizards and witches that pursed these culinary to awe the taste buds of the rich and famous.
At the far end of the banquet table were desserts from creamy cakes laid artfully on shells of gold leaf that were growing off of a large gold tree. Cute biscuits animated live and putting on a wonderful little show as wizards and witches clapped and laughed. Tarts of all kinds painstakingly assembled with honey-paste glue into the shape of wizarding towers and witch huts, a whole bunch of them nearly forming a village of sorts. There was fudge flowing freely of a wild variety of flavors each. High above were floating trifles and brulee making strange celestial constellation.
Talk about being overdone, Harry thought, and a very wasteful way of spending money.
But it was clear whoever was the host had a lot of money on hand and it was theirs to spend.
"Harry Potter right?" a voice called out from behind, interpreting Harry's musing.
Turning around Harry saw the Australian wizard, James Turner, he had on a neat pair of coat and pants, but he still had on his strange tinker goggles on his forehead.
"Yes, that would be me," Harry answered with a smile.
Skipping through all the pleasantries, the boy asked, "Are you really the inventor of the Mirror Phone?" he asked, nearly coming right up to his nose.
"No," Harry answered, taking a small step back, "that would be my family's Wizarding tower..."
"But you were the one who came up with the idea, right. I heard all about it, Mirror phones, Mirror tablets, and more Mirror inventions on the way."
"Yes," Harry slowly answered.
Seeing the excitement on his face, he snuck back up to Harry, "what else do you have in store?
"This Tuesday we will be showcasing our Mirror Telly," Harry admitted, as he took another step back. Then cutting to the chase he asked, "Why are you curious."
"Why am I curious?" the Australian wizard asked, "I thought the rest of the wizarding world was backwater, but O how wrong I was. Now I see that there is still great invention in the old motherland.
This great invention of the Mirror phone will change the whole magical communication field. This device will revolutionize the industry."
"Yea, I know that," Harry said, taking a second glance at the wizard. Not many people could see that really, most just thought his new toy was a new form of entertainment, but quickly they were seeing that was not the case as he expands operations outside of Magical Britain and into other Magical European and Western nations.
"Oh, this is just so exciting," James voiced, "this has so made the trip worth it and leaving my labs back in the sea. Headmaster is right, leaving your lab does open your eyes to new things."
Looking at the Champion, an idea struck him, his new line of magic firearms have been slowed since there wasn't any progress in miniaturizing magic canons. He could really use a bright mind like this wizard, if he could have him working in his family wizarding tower so much of his plans and dreams could be actualize a lot sooner and quicker.
"Do you know what, James," Harry said as he put on a generous smile. "Would you like to visit the Golden Potter family tower, I can give you a personal tour of your latest and newest inventions. I am sure you would be like a fish in a swimming pool."
"Really?" the wizard asked as he seem to barely contain his excitement.
"Yes it would be my please, but I would require a magical oath that you would not use my invention you withness for profit and gain."
"Deal," the wizard said as he held out his hand to which Harry gladly shook.
"I will have my house-elf schedule a time and date for the tour with you, he will be in contact with you soon."
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