Seconds became minutes, minutes became days, and days turned to months. Halloween has passed, and so has the Winter Break. The students and the professors, that though they aren't teaching anything for the year is still getting paid, and Dumbledore are now getting used to the fact that the famous Hogwarts Four has come back to teach.

But there's one thing they will never get used to. And that is how they are teaching…

Severus Snape, the Potions Master of Hogwarts, aka the greasy, bastard Slytherin head of the house and the meanest and strictest teacher, aside from old McGonagall, is, to say the least, pissed at their method of teaching. While doing nothing one day after the Winter Break, he had come barging in the office of the headmaster.
"This is ridiculous, Headmaster!" Severus shouted, "The students are not learning anything! I mean, no offense – I've been a fan of Salazar Slytherin ever since I was a kid – but this is … Honestly!"
"Severus," Dumbledore sighed, "Please calm yourself."
"Calm myself?!" The thought seemed farfetched for the young professor, "Have you ever been in any of their classes, Headmaster? Rowena Ravenclaw, who is supposed to be the smartest witch ever, is teaching nothing! NOTHING! All she does in class is talk to her students as if… as if … as if she's one, too!"
This time, Dumbledore laid a hand on Severus' shoulder, "Calm down, now, Severus." Maybe a slight bit, Severus allowed himself to relax but not without heaving a great, big sigh of dissatisfaction.

Continuing with his speech, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "Even I don't know what they are up to, Severus. One, including myself, would think that they would be the meanest, most strict teachers seen in Hogwarts, especially Salazar. Don't you think that if you were still a student, Severus, that you would fear him the first time you meet him?"
"Well of course I would," Severus said, "That's what I'm saying. Salazar is supposed to be the ancestor of Voldemort, isn't he? Doesn't anyone in this school notice that except you and I? The students look up to him as if he was the kindest person on earth, even the mudbloods!"

"True, so true… that even I wonder…."
"It's all that stupid Potter's fault."
"Whoa!" Dumbledore said, "Now where did that come from, my friend?"
"Well think about it!" Severus hissed, "Who would actually believe that he is Merlin from the past?! He lived thousands of years ago, Albus, thousands. Even Nicolas Flamel couldn't live that long!"
"I believe, Severus, that the whole student body believes him, even Draco Malfoy." Dumbledore answered the first question, "And yes, even I didn't think that Harry could be keeping a secret as great as this. No one had expected this and whether he is lying or not, he is the only who could say. But think about it. How could he have changed the whole Hogwarts Map with a flick of his finger if he isn't who he says he is? I must admit, that even though people think I have great power, I cannot undo the map of this old school because the magic within it is far greater than mine could hold."

"Then you believe him?" Severus asked with unbelief.

"Yes, I do believe him," Dumbledore said with a nod, "Though I'm not saying that I don't find it… what's the word… queer to see him teach. When he teaches… it's like he has a charm that makes people, even you and I, listen to him with regard. What was his first question again? Do you remember?"
"You mean when he asked if anyone knew the power that can defeat Voldemort?" Snape snorted, "For once I agreed with a Weasley on that one. If we know, we wouldn't fear him."
Dumbledore nodded again, then said, "Yes. Have you submitted a response? I know I have."
"Once only," Severus admitted, though it seemed he really didn't want the headmaster to know that, "I wrote the Kushana Curse."
"The Kushana Curse?" Dumbledore asked, "It was what killed Morgana and Hades, isn't it?"
"Yes," Snape simply said, "What did you write, Albus?"
"The Palmer Curse," Dumbledore said, "It's actually one of the curses I used to defeat Gri – "
Not letting the headmaster to finish, Severus stood up and said, "Forgive me, Headmaster, I must go back to my room, now. I have to get ready for something he wants me to do."

"I understand, Severus," Dumbledore said, "Go."
When Severus has left, a new voice started a conversation, "I didn't know you thought of us as eccentric, Mr. Headmaster."
Dumbledore turned around to see Godric seating in one of his couches.

"Ah… Godric. May I call you Godric?"
"Oh yeah! Sure! Godric is fine, Mr. Headmaster," Godric answered.

"Oh please," Dumbledore mewled, "Drop the 'Mr. Headmaster.' Just call me Albus, my given name. After all, this is your school, right? I'm only a caretaker."

Seeing Godric nod, Dumbledore answered his question, "I… I don't find you eccentric, Godric, only your methods."
"Ah…" Godric said, "I know it's a bit weird that I just play with my students all the time, or that Helga just explains crazy things about normal things being abnormal, or that Salazar, who is supposed to be mudblood hater, just focuses on the baby assignment if anything. But can't you see?"

"See what?"
"The students!" Godric answered, "The students are so happy, as if nothing can ever break their joy. And that's all really what we were thinking when we built this school, Albus. We didn't build this school to teach, or intimidate students… we built it for our own selfish reasons. Because we wanted to have fun!"

Dumbledore seemed amazed at the sudden confession. He asked, "But… you didn't just chat with your students all day long, did you?"
"No," Godric shook his head, "Not everyday at least. There were times when things got serious and that's where we made our mistake."

"What do you mean?"
But no one answered him, because at the next moment, Godric was gone. He had disapparated.

"Just remember, Albus," Dumbledore looked around, but saw no one. He knew there was no one in the room cause he could see even past invincibility cloaks. "Just remember… Magic isn't about power, or making things easier, or being strong… it's about…"
The echo just disappeared, cutting the sentence off.

"About what?" Dumbledore asked himself, unsure of what had just transpired. There was one thing he was sure of, though. And that is that the Hogwarts Four and Harry knew what they were doing. It might be queer, yes…

AN:// Yey! This my eleventh chapter, can you believe it? I never thought I would last this long… and it's all thanks to you people who review regularly, especially shduranni andjordan! Thanks for your continued support!