"Playtime is over," That's what Harry said.

And that's what they did. Godric, Rowena, Helga and Salazar stopped playing during their lessons and instead they taught and taught and taught. They taught about defense techniques that was never heard of, ancient magic that was rumored to be of no use, potion making that seemed too impossible to produce, and transfiguration that even McGonagall and Dumbledore didn't know. But what the students didn't know, was that through this all, they were being taught how to use wandless magic.

Salazar's Class

Masters

"Mr. Blaise, Ms. Padma, Ms. Gina, and Mr. Neville," Salazar called out, "Come up front please."

The four students went up front and faced the class.

"Now, I want you four to demonstrate something for me," Salazar said, "Mr. Blaise, I would like you to demonstrate any one of the defence techniques that Godric taught you this morning. Ms. Padma, do some ancient magic on the room. Ms. Gina, I want you to call on a magic animal from where you are standing. And you, Mr. Neville, I want you to make me the Elliott Potion."

No one was surprised that Neville got the potion making part. Since Helga started teaching them about the art of potion making, Neville clearly became the best. It seemed after all, that Snape's glare was the only thing that scared him to do a bad job.

The four students set out to do what they were told and got their wands. Before they could do anything, though, Salazar had gotten their wands. "Oh, didn't I say? You're all doing this without a wand," Glancing at Neville, he said, "And you can't go away from where you are standing now."
"But Professor!" Padma complained, "How can we do what you told us to when we don't have our wands!"
Salazar smiled at Padma and said, "Tell me, Padma, how can an ancient magic be of use to us today?"
"You have to believe. If you don't believe, the magic will be of no use."
"Exactly, now, do you believe that there is magic inside you?"
Padma nodded, "Yes, Sir."
"Well then what's the problem? The magic is inside you, not in the wand."

Eyes wide, Padma asked, "Do you mean, Sir, that I can do wandless magic?"
Her only answer was a smile and a nod.

Dinner

"Did you see me?" Padma asked her sister once class was over, "I did wandless magic, Sista!"

"I know," Parvati said, "Me too. When Professor Salazar told me to draw a picture of myself in the mirror without a wand… oh my… I thought I will never be able to do it!"
"Seems like you had a good time in Salazar's class, girls," Harry's voice interrupted.

"Harry!" Parvati and Padma said at the same time, "Nice to see you! Please, sit down."
Harry laughed and said, "No need to be so formal with me, girls."

"Don't get so full of yourself, Harry, my man," Ron said as he sat down across from him with Hermione.

"Am I?" Harry laughed more.
"Can you do that, too, Harry?" Hermione asked, "Wandless magic, I mean."
"Everyone can do it, Hermione, even a squib or muggle. As long as they believe." Harry answered, "How do you think muggles go through the fire without getting even a little burn when they want to save someone or something?"

Hermione's eyes widened, "That's magic, too?"
"It always has been, Mione," Harry said, then turned to where Draco was sitting with Ernie, Blaise, and Ryan. "Hey Draco!"
Looking at his direction, Draco said, "What is it now, Harry? You're not my teacher yet, you know. So don't ask me anymore questions."
Harry has been bugging Draco ever since that day in Hogsmeade, when Draco asked him if they were still going to take the NEWTS. Harry told him that, yes, but in a more practical way. Draco then asked him to review him, but when Harry did, Draco found that it was hard and he would still have to study before Harry reviews him again. But Harry never stopped. Every now and then, he would ask Draco questions just to bug him and tease him. Sometimes, if he knew the answer, Draco would answer, but most of the time he only tells Harry to bugger off.

"I know," Harry grinned, "I only wanted to know if you knew?"
"What?" Draco asked.
"I wanted to know if you knew that Professor Snape has a wife."

Draco, Ernie, and Ryan spit out their juice simultaneously, shocked at the news, and those that heard it, too, was struck with mouths wide open, food falling from their mouths. 'Eeeew,' Harry thought, looking at his classmate's faces and expressions, 'Disgusting.'

Grinning again, Harry said, "You want to know who it is?"
"W-Who?"
"Madame Hooch."

"What?" Ryan asked after the initial shock was gone, "You're joking right?"
Harry shook his head and pointed to the head table, "Why do you think they always sit together in the head table?"
"How long?" Dean asked, "How long have they been married?"
"They're going to have their 25th anniversary just after graduation this year." Harry answered, with his all-time grin.

"Ok…" Seamus said, "I think I need to go to the bathroom."
"Me, too," Dean called, following Seamus.

"Yeah," Greg (Goyle) said, "Count me in."

Harry's Class

"OK," Harry said as he began the class, "Tonight we'll be reviewing first. Ms. Tycoon, would you please tell me what Heralki are?"
Ginger Tycoon stood up and answered, "Heralki are like Dementors in a way. Except that they are the souls of dead people. They cannot suck your soul but can only be defeated when you know who the soul is."
"Very good," Harry said, "Mr. Brent, what is the Ferguson Potion?"
Zachary Brent is a Hufflepuf Scholar. He was known to be very good at potions. Like Ginger, Zachary, or Zach, stood up and answered, "The Ferguson Potion is a potion that allows a person to be invisible and at the same time, walk through walls. Though he can walk through wall, however, he can still touch solid things – unlike a ghost. It is very useful and commonly used by aurors for spying."

"Thank you, Mr. Brent. Now, I want all of the Hufflepuffs to make a Ferguson Potion. Each of you has to do at least two – three cups. Go to the kitchen and ask the house-elf, Dobby, to give you the ingredients and then come back here. You will do the potion over there." Harry said, pointing to a large table in front of the stadium-like chairs. There was a complete set of cauldrons, mixing sticks, measuring vessels, and so on…

"Yes Harry," The Hufflepuffs, from first year to seventh, answered and immediately went to work.

Turning back to his class, Harry said, "Ms. Megan, may I ask you … Do you hate Voldemort?"

Adriana Megan, a Gryffindor Thinker, flinched as she heard the name, but answered anyway, "Yes Harry."
"Why?"

"Because he's bad and evil and he kills people. Isn't that enough to hate him?" Adriana said.

"Well, let's say that…" Harry said, "… that he becomes a good person. Pretend that a great miracle happened and he surrenders himself wanting to become good again and promises never to kill again. Would you still hate him?"
"Of course!"

"Why?"
"He killed my grandfather. He can never bring him back even if he promises never to kill again!" Adriana shouted, almost near to tears.

"I'm sorrry, Ms. Megan," Harry said, "But I have to continue…. Don't you think that even if he didn't kill your grandfather, then, he would still have died sooner or later? If I'm not mistaken, your grandfather was already close to death when Voldemort killed him. Don't you think that he did your grandfather a favor?"
It took a long time before Adriana answered, "Well… I guess so, but still. He kills. I don't like people who kills just for fun."
Harry nodded and said, "I see your reasoning. Do you hate him?"

"I told you, yes."
"Because he kills?"
"Uh huh."
"Is that hate?" Harry asked, "Or fear that you're feeling?"

"I guess," Adriana confessed, seeing the truth that Harry was telling her, "I just fear him."
"Do you hate him?"

"No."
"Why?"
"Because… I don't know," Adriana said, shaking her head lightly, "I don't even know him. All I know about him is that he kills people. How can I hate him? It's not like he's the only one capable of stealing, murdering, and so on. Many people can do that. Not only him, He-Who-Must…I mean, Vol – Vol – Voldemo-rt." Adriana flinched when she said his name, but gathering her Gryffindor courage, she continued, "And besides, I know my grandfather would be disappointed in me because I know that he taught me never to hate anyone. He always said that 'even amidst the fire, there is still the light.' Now I know what he means. Even a very bad person like Volde-Voldemort, can have some light/good in his mind. Or if not, then in his heart."
"Very well said, Ms. Megan," Harry said, then turned to Dumbledore who was sitting two seats above her, "Don't you agree, Professor Dumbledore?"
"Indeed," The old headmaster said.

"Good," Harry said, "Class dismissed."
Though Harry had dismissed the class, no one moved from their seat. It was not normal for Harry to dismiss the class early. Noticing this, Harry announced, "I'm dismissing you early so that you can all rest well tonight because there's a Quidditch match tomorrow, remember? And yes, even you Hufflepuffs can go. If my memory serves me right, you have to leave that for 10 hours before you can continue anyway. "

The students began to leave for their own respective towers.

AN:// Sorry it took me so long to update. My sister borrowed my laptop for a few days and all my files were on it…. So tell me? Can you guess what the power to defeat Voldemort is, now? Playtime is over, my friends… So please, REVIEW!!!