June 30th, 1986

Dallas Leslie point of view

I had been teaching DADA at Hogwarts with plans to return next year, hopefully. Only to hear my employment has been terminated due to parental concerns, aka me being in American. Just as well, the bigotry there is a nightmare. So after, I settled my affairs in Britain and apparated back to the US. Once I got there, I found that a giant triangle had hit my home. Then someone stepped out of it in what appears to be gold-plated armor and attacked me. I hit him with a less than a legitimate spell, but at that point, I wasn't particularly concerned about the law. Only for him to fire something at me and render me unconscious. Next thing I know, I'm trapped in my own body. With some egotistical parasite is controlling my every move. But since my apprenticeship with Nicholas Flamel. My blood hasn't quite been normal. Well, the iron in my blood, that I was told is now a gold-iron alloy. And it appears to be slowly enabling me to seize control when the moment is right.

November 12, 1986

I am now in control of my body again. All the while, I was able to use the parasite's knowledge to my advantage. Lyceus may have posed as a barbarian. But he was an engineering genius. He took my identity until he could adjust to my body. As well as repair his ship and track down a Chappa'ai in the Arctic and a US military installation, but the one in the Arctic has some ancient facility with human remains nearby. After I sent a letter to the to Macusa congressman William H. Potter, who's response letter could be summarized by saying, send us the magitech as well as regular updates, and we will stay out of your hair. The fact that his letter also said make sure that they can't be held accountable spoke volumes. I looked into the Arctic site and discovered some form of highly pure magic-powered the facility. So after, I crafted a very focused wand with which I was able to adequately recharge the main power crystal, which provided the necessary power for the facility. I speculate that it will take me a year to restore the crystal fully, and I have already begun to make more.

The facility has more advanced tech than what's Lyceus knew of, and I have been researching it as well as the woman I found in the ice was kept in the ice because of a medical analysis spell. It showed her blood contains a deadly virus, but she is somehow still alive. So I am using a purging potion to remove it from her system. Once that is done, I almost likely have to obtain a translation artifact because of how deep she was in the ice. Additionally, I have excavated a tunnel. To the Astrid Porta as it was initially called. I am confident that by this time next year, I will be able to figure out why there are nine chevrons when all of the Lyceus memories only show seven being actively used.

November 30th, 1987

So far, my predictions have been spot on, And I now know that the woman on ice was an Alteran. This interested MACUSA congressman William H. Potter. They were a species similar to humans but not the same. Ayiana herself is very intrigued about my ability to naturally that harness zero-point energy as she refers to it. And she told me of an obscure legend regarding a 9th Chevron address that's power requirements alone would be astronomical and that's not even considering the power required for the 9th Chevron. The most frustrating part was that the dialing address has to come from Earth. Which we have no way of powering if the 8th Chevron alone uses ten times the usual amount of power required. In 4 months, I should have a brand new Pontia, which will hopefully enable us to hopefully dial the planet that the rest of her species went to as well. Ayiana and I have been working together for some time with her learning various earth cultures. At the same time, I became knowledgeable about the Alteran culture, though we have intentionally kept the gate offline for security reasons.

At Ayiana insistence, I have begun to study everything from archaic to Wandless magic extensively. With the help of the chair, I am an expert in virtually everything now. Anaya has even discovered what she dubbed the energy gene or magic gene. She also has a theory as to why my power suddenly skyrocketed when I was taking over by the parasite. Humans who host symbiotes, as they are correctly known, have a drastically enhanced electromagnetic field. And that allows me to harness more magic. After that, we were able to locate more individuals with reduced traces of zero-point energy. We copied the now golden-iron in my blood so that they would produce it as well and put in a clone symbiote. Now we have seven former weak wizards to have the power that would be comparable to the average wizard or stronger. Ayiana and I have officially founded a school (as a cover for our recruitment). It is called the Alteran School of magic.

August 7th, 1989

We have begun actively monitoring nearby worlds and gathering information via zero-point energy enhanced orbital probes. We have recently rescued Dr. Littlefield, who, in a few months, will simply appear in a non-magi hospital with all the proper paperwork. After that was finished. I was tasked with sending a contact pulse on the ancient frequencies that are not currently in use by the Goa'uld. This was from the planet we rescued him from. Much to our surprise, the Asgard and the Nox responded. And they are also intrigued by my ability to harness zero-point energy. The Asgard were able to transplant the Goa'uld inside my employees and me with a blank symbiote since I get a boost in power from it. They have also taken an interest in my research into the former subspecies of human that identify themselves as Wesen. Who used to cohabitate the planet with humans.

January 10th, 1990

We have now set up shop in Atlantis. With all of us infusing magic into the dormant Pontias. We have the technology her descendants possessed, which are around a great deal more advanced than what we had before. But unfortunately, any knowledge of the ninth Chevron and the legend regard it seems to have been erased. Excluding the address and an equation for the power required, which does not have a set value. This means that it could need anywhere from 9 to 90 Pontias'. The school now has 100 real students and 450 staff (only 50 are for the school). We have even made contact with the Tokra as well. The Asgard seems to be making headway with their genetic condition thanks to the extensive database we have already collected. They're now 5 ft. Tall, and with using something close to there cloning technology, we can give the tokra as a species a chance to reproduce via lab. But that is a whole other matter.

October 27th, 1994

For the past few months, I have been researching restorative matter conversion using a universal gel as a core. Delicate as it may be, it was interrupted when the monitoring orb began displaying a message. Informing me, that is, a student of mine had been selected to participate in that death wish of a tournament. While having 400 students does make it difficult to remember an individual. A famous student that I was did not have stood out. Using a temporal manipulation device (advance time turner disguised a pocket watch). I was able to arrive before that happened, having already gone over the rule and regulations of the tournament and discovering that he could not get out once he was in unless the person who entered his name replaces it with their own. (When I considered the fact that it was done out of malice anyway, it was a rather pointless to stop it's from happening since someone else would have done it regardless.) Not to miss an opportunity to make a grand entrance. I banged open the doors just as Harry Potter stood up.

Wearing the official attire for the supposed school that I am co-headmaster of with the standard non-Atlantis school attire. With black ski pants, a dark-colored long-sleeve shirt, and a dark blue ski jacket with optional face-concealing hood. With gloves, masks, and sunglasses as needed and a silver emblem of the Pegasus constellation inside a double circle with nine red chevrons evenly divided. I apologize to Headmaster Dumbledore, telling him, telling him about a false prophecy. And, how Harry Potter was somehow registered under my school, and we had to speak with Mr. Crouch and the other headmasters. I noticed evident agitation in that nut job of a former Aurors face. But considering the difficulty of keeping that position filled, Headmaster Dumbledore had to be content with what he could get. Ignoring this, I continued saying, "might as well do it right here because everyone will know by tomorrow anyway because this school is a giant rumor mill anyways."

Harry Potter's point of view

I just heard my name called. Hermione told me to stand up. Just as I did the doors banged open, and a man straight out of the ski resort told us "sorry for the interruption, my name is Dallas, as everyone but the current defense against the dark arts professors might know." Minerva frowned at the teacher's table and was less than pleased at my abrupt nature, but if anything, she is consistent. "I have immediate business with Headmaster Dumbledore and Bartholomew Crouch Sr. Headmaster Dumbledore sense someone put the Alteran School of Magic's name in that infernal cup, I mean historical Goblet of Fire." He added as a polite yet sarcastic afterthought. "From a prophecy, I knew that Harry Potter is effectively my student by default. It would be best to do this in front of everyone right now, so I would recommend bringing the other Headmasters and champions back in here. Since we both know this school is a giant rumor mill." They had come back to the great hall to this new headmaster. Casting a spell with his wand and sharing with us his not surprisingly only year a DADA professor. He then started his school shortly afterward with a witch named Ayiana. And after that, he was told a prophecy that went something like this. Having beaten the unbeatable, this champion chosen from far shall represent the school that is even farther, once shunned now welcomed this teacher and his pupil will shine with a new light. Then it showed a crystal orb that was linked to the prophecy being activated, not 2 hours before dinner.

After that, it shared an image of every time I've been near the cup without putting my name in it. Additionally, with me never having suggested asked or hinted that I wanted my name in there. How he got the information about me is concerning, but not something I can think about at the moment. Then it took us back to the present.

"I fear you are correct," I heard Mr. Crouch say. "I believe that he has to be placed as a judge for the contest since headmasters and headmistresses have always been judges." To this, the other headmaster and headmistress began to object.

Crouch continued saying, "as unexpected as this is, he is the headmaster of an unintentional champion in this tournament. Unless you wish for Headmaster Dumbledore to have two champions."

At which point, they both agreed profusely with Mr. Crouch. Then professor Trelawney openly declared his prophecy a fake. (Like she has any room to talk) "Professor Trelawney, considering you're standing in the Enlightened community, I would recommend discretion as a better part of valor." Headmaster Dallas Leslie said. It seems he also had an equally low opinion of her. I wasn't concerned when she stomped off in anger. "Can I assume guest quarters will be made available, or will we need to find our accommodations on the ground as the other schools did in which case I would request the use of the shrieking shack as it is known." Headmaster Dallas Leslie asked.

Professor Dumbledore said. "I'm aware that this school does have plenty of unused rooms." At which point head Mistress Maxime and Headmaster Karkaroff were about to object. Which I think made professor Dumbledore change his mind and say, "I feel it would be unfair to the other schools if we housed you and not them." At this, the Headmaster Karkaroff and Headmistress Maxime agreed unanimously.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced my name is Dallas Leslie," he said to thee, other headmasters and headmistress.

Headmaster Leslie continued saying, "I'll also be teaching him one-on-one in all subjects since I have masteries and expertise in all fields. He is now my student; his education is at my discretion." Professor Dumbledore was about to object when I heard Headmaster Leslie said. "It is merely in an attempt to get Mr. Potter up to par with the other students' contestants champions."

"Perfectly understandable," Professor Dumbledore said. Still, I could tell that it was not what he was thinking.

At which point headmaster Leslie, requested my presence after separating from the other headmasters and headmistress. When we were outside the Great Hall, he apologized if he had caused me any embarrassment, but since someone else entered my name in the cup, he felt it was best to address this issue immediately. As a means to prevent further repercussions and begin my training for a competition designed for someone three grades ahead of me. I told him that "I was not an of a fan of the approach but that I had been on the receiving end of negative attention," thinking back to the second year. So I appreciated his attempt to prevent it. Even though I don't think it will work.

After going back into the Great Hall, Hermione told me everything she knew about the Alteran School of magic. I, unfortunately, I do not anything concrete beyond observations since the school has only been open for seven years. But, the uniform is much like Durmstrang except for modern muggle winter attire indicating the climate must be considerably colder than here since the continental US doesn't require that as a standard. The school must be located in a part of the contiguous US." At my look of confusion, she had informed me, "it's part of America. Just not where the borders interconnect, and that leaves only Alaska or Antarctica."

After dinner, me and Headmaster Leslie stepped outside, with the other headmasters and champions in tow, to the shrieking shack.

Headmaster, Leslie merely said, "it's amazing how fast things can change." Then he threw a glowing sphere into the building. Also, he said in a hypnotic voice.

"Before me, I see a yellow and white two-story shotgun house with add-on stairs the left side and a fenced-in garden on the right. With a white porch otherwise surrounding the house and enclosed by a white picket fence." The Shack began to change shape almost immediately. After that, he spoke in a normal tone. "He then proceeded to say kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and three bedrooms are for the public uses. But the sitting room will double as a classroom for not activity assignments. The basement is for the more active assignments. Your belongings are being placed inside as we speak. I'll provide you with your new school wardrobe since you represent my school until the tournament is over. Also, if I need to increase capacity, the bedroom doors can open up into hallways that are otherwise identical to the main second-floor hallway except for the stairs fully to the first floor rooms, not the hall." He finished by saying.

Like magic, no pun intended that is precisely what happened. The place looks like what I imagined a typical, traditional American home would look like. Once I walked in, this only reaffirmed my opinion. From the Oakwood wainscotting to the faded blue wallpaper with gold patterns and the furnishings were modern enough still in an older style. Even the moving portraits seem to be American wizards that lived in the Muggle world. Excluding the ones that were of people wearing oddly styled tan robes. With plaques that looked something like Latin but must have been an older version.

I went to the room that had my name on the bronze nameplate. I looked around the room. I saw what would be best described as a generic male's students room with a desk and built-in bookshelf. What was odd was the crystal tablet on the desk and the single book on the shelf that was labeled The Secret Room. I knew more than well enough that both were important, but I would look into it tomorrow when I opened the corner door-chest. There was a note saying, "You have 12 outfits that will appear if summoned in the appropriate compartment. All of which were similar to what you saw me wearing including face-concealing hoods, gloves, masks, and sunglasses as needed." I didn't understand the sunglasses part, but I guess Hermione was not surprisingly correct about the school's climate. Once I had noticed an inconspicuous door that I somehow knew was a full bathroom. Which was a considerable upgrade from my room at the Dursleys or even my Hogwarts dorm? After that, I laid down on the top of my bed and instantly fell asleep.