Note: Necromancy, sorcery, enchantry and soul magic are not school
subjects. The students will not learn them until they know enough and will
not * cough cough * mess up and kill themselves by accident.
I will be speeding up the story from now on and Harry is officially of novice rank. Just to let you know, the people who got kicked out of Madam Vivian's class is still continuing beginner's rank cause they fail (could not take) one of the main subjects. As the people who got kicked out are a lot, Harry's novice classmates will be a lot lesser than his beginner's classmates.
Daesereg: I totally agree with your point and as for the true love thing, I've already said in chapter 19 that there's hardly going to be romance and none of the main characters will ever have "kisses and hugs". And Harry definitely falls into the main character category. Just to let you know, I don't write romance well and have long since stop trying.
~**~**~
Harry walked out of the balance building in relief. He had worked out a nice time with his teachers. Now all there's left is his new schedule which will be received tomorrow to make him an actual novice.
He went back to his plane in a cheerful mood. Kaiser greeted him as he stepped into the first hall.
"Hi Harry! By your attitude I would judge that you had just gained the novice rank right?"
Harry beamed and nodded.
Kaiser smiled and said, "Why don't we head to the dining room while you tell me what subjects you have taken."
~**~**~
Draco Malfoy smirked as he watched the Gryfindors come down for lunch. Sentimental fools. He snorted. One day all that emotion is going to get them killed.
Suddenly he felt an owl flying towards him. He lifted his head and encountered a brown tawny owl. Raising his eyebrow in a silent question, he took the letter tied to the owl's claws.
It read:
Mr. Malfoy, please come to my office after lunch. The password is Sugar Quills.
Albus Dumbledore
Draco smirked as he read the letter. No doubt this is about Harry Potter and his whereabouts. Too bad they aren't going to get anything worthwhile from him. He finished the rest of his meal quickly and headed towards the headmaster's office.
He reached the gargoyle in less than fifteen minutes and spoke the password in a crisp voice, "Sugar Quills".
The gargoyle sprang aside with surprising agility which caused Draco to raise an eyebrow and eyed the stature skeptically. He had never seen a stone stature sprang before, move yes but sprang? Never. Figures, anything that had to do with a mad headmaster is crazy as hell to.
He shook his head and went up the spiraling staircase. The door to the office opened for him and he went inside and sat down calmly. Facing the headmaster he said, "You said that you wanted to see me?"
The old man peered at him over his glasses. "Ah yes, Mr. Malfoy, I believe I do. Lemon drop?" He said while holding out a bowl of yellow colored sweets.
"No thank you." He refused politely. "I think we should get this over quickly as I have something important to do."
The headmaster blinked at him and nodded, "Of course Mr. Malfoy. I believe that you have some information I need."
"And what information is that, sir?" He answered back just as politely.
"Hmm.I must ask you a very important question. Are you in allegiance to the dark lord?"
Draco choked back a laugh. The headmaster can be so stupid sometimes. Oh well, if you want to be blunt then I'll be the one who is vague.
"What are you talking about Professor? Surely you couldn't be so stupid. Even the mudblood knows my father is right in You-know-who's inner circle!" He said, feigning shock at the old man's idiotness.
"But I wasn't asking about your family, Mr. Malfoy, I was asking about you. I am always one who believed that a person shouldn't judge someone by their heritage."
"Me?" He asked in surprise, "I afraid I must give you the simple answer of I don't know. Even if I'm a death eater, what makes you think I'm stupid enough to tell you? After all, you could just turn me in to the ministry. Every person knows that you are a goody-goody." He smiled charmingly.
While a normal person would have screamed in frustration at the irritating young man, Albus Dumbledore just smiled serenely back at Draco. And while a normal person might not have noticed the sparks of annoyance in the old professor's eyes, Draco Malfoy did and he smirked inwardly.
The two of them continued making small talk in the office. To an outsider, it would look confusing but any observer would realize immediately that there was some kind of conflict going on.
Half an hour later, a satisfied Draco Malfoy walked down the steps while leaving a befuddled professor behind.
~**~**~
Albus Dumbledore was a man that was used to getting his way. He was someone who used manipulation and hidden meanings so often that they became second nature to him. There were few people if any that could challenge him directly. Tom Riddle or better known as Lord Voldemort was one such man. At school, he was a brilliant young man and sometimes even confused him and now he is a dark lord, one of the strongest of all times, and constantly proved than the headmaster could not thwart him.
Before today, he would have thought that he was the only one that was any threat. After today it seems like there might be another person added to his list. One Draco Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy was a brilliant man. Pity that he was into the dark arts. He was another man that uses manipulation so subtlety that people don't even realize that they are not acting on their own will. But even Lucius could not beat him. But Draco Malfoy, his only son, is a complete mystery. Albus has always prided on knowing somebody better then the person himself but Draco Malfoy is someone even he could not solve. And it seems like Tom couldn't either.
He frowned thoughtfully. He had asked the boy to come to his office for a chat, intending to find out about the whereabouts of Harry Potter but instead he was left with even more questions before. He had tried every single turn but he had shot down every single one.
Albus Dumbledore did not like unsolved puzzles. Let them remain unsolved for a long time and they became a threat. Look at Tom Riddle for an example. No he did not like unsolved puzzles and he planned to figure out the enigma that was Draco Malfoy and the secrets he hold.
~**~**~
Harry ranted of his subjects one by one. When he got to the class called Study of Great People Who are Mostly Unknown, Kaiser had a pleased look on his face.
"I'm really glad you took that class. While the title might not sound intriguing, it is the best class of the lot. I happen to be a lucky one that took it because my teacher forced me to. I never regret it once."
"Why?" Harry asked curiously, "What's so great about the class?"
"First, the teacher Instructor Haydens is one of the best strategist ever and he's also a very good spy. He could teach you tons of way on how to get out of a tricky situation and gives you lots of tips on how to deal with life. I would recommend on getting a notebook and copy down anything that is useful. Also, he introduces people with talents from the normal world. Face it kid, you're not going to be here forever. Sooner or later you're going back and it's better to know who is potentially dangerous and who is not." Kaiser said seriously.
Harry nodded and suddenly he was quite looking forward to that lesson.
~**~**~
Harry woke up in a slightly more comfortable bed. Yesterday had been a good day. Not only did he qualify but he also got better conditions because he was now a rank higher!
He grinned and went to breakfast. Grabbing some toast, he sat down and poured himself some milk.
"Good morning Harry. I got your new schedule today by the dragon." Klementine said while handing over a sheet of paper.
Harry took the paper and asked Klementine in surprise, "They sent dragons to carry one simple letter?!"
Kaiser burst out laughing, "No, not the big ones. We use mini-dragons. Two feet long and have about a two feet wingspan. You can get one too. Better get one that is not hatched yet. Grown ones usually stick to their old masters and don't like other people."
Harry nodded in understanding and said goodbye to Kaiser before leaving for school.
He looked at his schedule and smiled. What a coincidence! He had SGPWMU for first period. (A/N That's the lesson Kaiser mentioned earlier. I didn't want to type it all out. Too long.)
He headed towards the directed classroom and peered inside. To his disappointment, it was just a normal classroom, nothing special. He shrugged and got out his notebook and sat down at a desk.
Ten minutes after the lesson starts, the teacher was still not here. The students were complaining loudly about the lateness of the instructors.
One student said, "I don't see why we have to be on time when the teacher himself isn't!"
"I assure you that the method was devised specifically to catch students like you, Mr. Logens." A soft voice spoke in a corner.
The students immediately hushed while Logens flushed red. Harry turned around to look at the teacher, wanting to see the person Kaiser so greatly respected.
Instructor Haydens was six feet tall, with black hair and piercing blue eyes. He strode towards the front of the classroom and stared at them. The students shifted uncomfortably.
Suddenly he barked, "Well, wait are you waiting for? Get out a piece of paper and some writing materials to prepare to take notes!" The students responded immediately. Sounds of chair scratching and pencils dropping filled the room. When they're finally ready, Haydens had a very unpleased look on his face.
"What is this? Isn't this a class?" He asked in a quiet voice. When nobody responded, he snapped, "Well, are you dumb? Answer me!"
"Yes, Instructor Haydens." They said in unison.
"You say that this is a class huh," He spoke while walking down the aisles between the desks, "You think that you are students huh? If you look at this class now, you'll see that this is a proper class, isn't that so?"
"Yes, Instructor Haydens." The students said again, though the answer was significantly more muted than last time.
"Well I don't see it!" He said, "Students are people who want to learn something, who comes here to learn. You are the people who go to the normal classes; chitting and chatting all the way, complaining and whining like a bunch of babies. You know what, if you don't want to learn, then get out of my class. I only accept real students, who come here and prepare themselves, with papers ready to take notes, not some riffraff just fresh from whatever hole you've just come from.
I now see children with flashy clothes and messy attires, not proper people who dressed neatly like proper students. You are in a school, not your home where you can do whatever you like. Moreover, you are at my class and I DO NOT LIKE PEOPLE WHO DON'T PAY ATTENTION AND OBEY THE RULES!" His voice gradually got louder and he was roaring by the end of his speech.
The class was quiet, apart from the occasional fidget from some student or other. Harry was sitting as still as he can, not wanting to draw attention to himself.
Instructor Haydens glared around the room, as if trying to catch someone in the act of misbehaving. When he saw that everyone was giving him their utmost attention, he relaxed and nodded stiffly, "Now we may start the class."
He moved to the font of the room again and shifted his notes on the desk. He walked calmly up and down the rows while addressing the class, "Tell me, who do you think is the most powerful person in the wizarding world."
Harry relaxed and sagged down on his chair. Finally the torture was over and the class began. When he heard the question, his first thought was Albus Dumbledore, although the name Voldemort came a second later. He expected to hear those names or at least something that is acceptable but what he heard made his jaw dropped.
~**~**~
Three guesses and the first two don't count.
I swear on my honor that I'm not trying to be joking when you read which person I'm thinking off.
And for some measure, no it's not Harry Potter.
Silverrowan
I will be speeding up the story from now on and Harry is officially of novice rank. Just to let you know, the people who got kicked out of Madam Vivian's class is still continuing beginner's rank cause they fail (could not take) one of the main subjects. As the people who got kicked out are a lot, Harry's novice classmates will be a lot lesser than his beginner's classmates.
Daesereg: I totally agree with your point and as for the true love thing, I've already said in chapter 19 that there's hardly going to be romance and none of the main characters will ever have "kisses and hugs". And Harry definitely falls into the main character category. Just to let you know, I don't write romance well and have long since stop trying.
~**~**~
Harry walked out of the balance building in relief. He had worked out a nice time with his teachers. Now all there's left is his new schedule which will be received tomorrow to make him an actual novice.
He went back to his plane in a cheerful mood. Kaiser greeted him as he stepped into the first hall.
"Hi Harry! By your attitude I would judge that you had just gained the novice rank right?"
Harry beamed and nodded.
Kaiser smiled and said, "Why don't we head to the dining room while you tell me what subjects you have taken."
~**~**~
Draco Malfoy smirked as he watched the Gryfindors come down for lunch. Sentimental fools. He snorted. One day all that emotion is going to get them killed.
Suddenly he felt an owl flying towards him. He lifted his head and encountered a brown tawny owl. Raising his eyebrow in a silent question, he took the letter tied to the owl's claws.
It read:
Mr. Malfoy, please come to my office after lunch. The password is Sugar Quills.
Albus Dumbledore
Draco smirked as he read the letter. No doubt this is about Harry Potter and his whereabouts. Too bad they aren't going to get anything worthwhile from him. He finished the rest of his meal quickly and headed towards the headmaster's office.
He reached the gargoyle in less than fifteen minutes and spoke the password in a crisp voice, "Sugar Quills".
The gargoyle sprang aside with surprising agility which caused Draco to raise an eyebrow and eyed the stature skeptically. He had never seen a stone stature sprang before, move yes but sprang? Never. Figures, anything that had to do with a mad headmaster is crazy as hell to.
He shook his head and went up the spiraling staircase. The door to the office opened for him and he went inside and sat down calmly. Facing the headmaster he said, "You said that you wanted to see me?"
The old man peered at him over his glasses. "Ah yes, Mr. Malfoy, I believe I do. Lemon drop?" He said while holding out a bowl of yellow colored sweets.
"No thank you." He refused politely. "I think we should get this over quickly as I have something important to do."
The headmaster blinked at him and nodded, "Of course Mr. Malfoy. I believe that you have some information I need."
"And what information is that, sir?" He answered back just as politely.
"Hmm.I must ask you a very important question. Are you in allegiance to the dark lord?"
Draco choked back a laugh. The headmaster can be so stupid sometimes. Oh well, if you want to be blunt then I'll be the one who is vague.
"What are you talking about Professor? Surely you couldn't be so stupid. Even the mudblood knows my father is right in You-know-who's inner circle!" He said, feigning shock at the old man's idiotness.
"But I wasn't asking about your family, Mr. Malfoy, I was asking about you. I am always one who believed that a person shouldn't judge someone by their heritage."
"Me?" He asked in surprise, "I afraid I must give you the simple answer of I don't know. Even if I'm a death eater, what makes you think I'm stupid enough to tell you? After all, you could just turn me in to the ministry. Every person knows that you are a goody-goody." He smiled charmingly.
While a normal person would have screamed in frustration at the irritating young man, Albus Dumbledore just smiled serenely back at Draco. And while a normal person might not have noticed the sparks of annoyance in the old professor's eyes, Draco Malfoy did and he smirked inwardly.
The two of them continued making small talk in the office. To an outsider, it would look confusing but any observer would realize immediately that there was some kind of conflict going on.
Half an hour later, a satisfied Draco Malfoy walked down the steps while leaving a befuddled professor behind.
~**~**~
Albus Dumbledore was a man that was used to getting his way. He was someone who used manipulation and hidden meanings so often that they became second nature to him. There were few people if any that could challenge him directly. Tom Riddle or better known as Lord Voldemort was one such man. At school, he was a brilliant young man and sometimes even confused him and now he is a dark lord, one of the strongest of all times, and constantly proved than the headmaster could not thwart him.
Before today, he would have thought that he was the only one that was any threat. After today it seems like there might be another person added to his list. One Draco Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy was a brilliant man. Pity that he was into the dark arts. He was another man that uses manipulation so subtlety that people don't even realize that they are not acting on their own will. But even Lucius could not beat him. But Draco Malfoy, his only son, is a complete mystery. Albus has always prided on knowing somebody better then the person himself but Draco Malfoy is someone even he could not solve. And it seems like Tom couldn't either.
He frowned thoughtfully. He had asked the boy to come to his office for a chat, intending to find out about the whereabouts of Harry Potter but instead he was left with even more questions before. He had tried every single turn but he had shot down every single one.
Albus Dumbledore did not like unsolved puzzles. Let them remain unsolved for a long time and they became a threat. Look at Tom Riddle for an example. No he did not like unsolved puzzles and he planned to figure out the enigma that was Draco Malfoy and the secrets he hold.
~**~**~
Harry ranted of his subjects one by one. When he got to the class called Study of Great People Who are Mostly Unknown, Kaiser had a pleased look on his face.
"I'm really glad you took that class. While the title might not sound intriguing, it is the best class of the lot. I happen to be a lucky one that took it because my teacher forced me to. I never regret it once."
"Why?" Harry asked curiously, "What's so great about the class?"
"First, the teacher Instructor Haydens is one of the best strategist ever and he's also a very good spy. He could teach you tons of way on how to get out of a tricky situation and gives you lots of tips on how to deal with life. I would recommend on getting a notebook and copy down anything that is useful. Also, he introduces people with talents from the normal world. Face it kid, you're not going to be here forever. Sooner or later you're going back and it's better to know who is potentially dangerous and who is not." Kaiser said seriously.
Harry nodded and suddenly he was quite looking forward to that lesson.
~**~**~
Harry woke up in a slightly more comfortable bed. Yesterday had been a good day. Not only did he qualify but he also got better conditions because he was now a rank higher!
He grinned and went to breakfast. Grabbing some toast, he sat down and poured himself some milk.
"Good morning Harry. I got your new schedule today by the dragon." Klementine said while handing over a sheet of paper.
Harry took the paper and asked Klementine in surprise, "They sent dragons to carry one simple letter?!"
Kaiser burst out laughing, "No, not the big ones. We use mini-dragons. Two feet long and have about a two feet wingspan. You can get one too. Better get one that is not hatched yet. Grown ones usually stick to their old masters and don't like other people."
Harry nodded in understanding and said goodbye to Kaiser before leaving for school.
He looked at his schedule and smiled. What a coincidence! He had SGPWMU for first period. (A/N That's the lesson Kaiser mentioned earlier. I didn't want to type it all out. Too long.)
He headed towards the directed classroom and peered inside. To his disappointment, it was just a normal classroom, nothing special. He shrugged and got out his notebook and sat down at a desk.
Ten minutes after the lesson starts, the teacher was still not here. The students were complaining loudly about the lateness of the instructors.
One student said, "I don't see why we have to be on time when the teacher himself isn't!"
"I assure you that the method was devised specifically to catch students like you, Mr. Logens." A soft voice spoke in a corner.
The students immediately hushed while Logens flushed red. Harry turned around to look at the teacher, wanting to see the person Kaiser so greatly respected.
Instructor Haydens was six feet tall, with black hair and piercing blue eyes. He strode towards the front of the classroom and stared at them. The students shifted uncomfortably.
Suddenly he barked, "Well, wait are you waiting for? Get out a piece of paper and some writing materials to prepare to take notes!" The students responded immediately. Sounds of chair scratching and pencils dropping filled the room. When they're finally ready, Haydens had a very unpleased look on his face.
"What is this? Isn't this a class?" He asked in a quiet voice. When nobody responded, he snapped, "Well, are you dumb? Answer me!"
"Yes, Instructor Haydens." They said in unison.
"You say that this is a class huh," He spoke while walking down the aisles between the desks, "You think that you are students huh? If you look at this class now, you'll see that this is a proper class, isn't that so?"
"Yes, Instructor Haydens." The students said again, though the answer was significantly more muted than last time.
"Well I don't see it!" He said, "Students are people who want to learn something, who comes here to learn. You are the people who go to the normal classes; chitting and chatting all the way, complaining and whining like a bunch of babies. You know what, if you don't want to learn, then get out of my class. I only accept real students, who come here and prepare themselves, with papers ready to take notes, not some riffraff just fresh from whatever hole you've just come from.
I now see children with flashy clothes and messy attires, not proper people who dressed neatly like proper students. You are in a school, not your home where you can do whatever you like. Moreover, you are at my class and I DO NOT LIKE PEOPLE WHO DON'T PAY ATTENTION AND OBEY THE RULES!" His voice gradually got louder and he was roaring by the end of his speech.
The class was quiet, apart from the occasional fidget from some student or other. Harry was sitting as still as he can, not wanting to draw attention to himself.
Instructor Haydens glared around the room, as if trying to catch someone in the act of misbehaving. When he saw that everyone was giving him their utmost attention, he relaxed and nodded stiffly, "Now we may start the class."
He moved to the font of the room again and shifted his notes on the desk. He walked calmly up and down the rows while addressing the class, "Tell me, who do you think is the most powerful person in the wizarding world."
Harry relaxed and sagged down on his chair. Finally the torture was over and the class began. When he heard the question, his first thought was Albus Dumbledore, although the name Voldemort came a second later. He expected to hear those names or at least something that is acceptable but what he heard made his jaw dropped.
~**~**~
Three guesses and the first two don't count.
I swear on my honor that I'm not trying to be joking when you read which person I'm thinking off.
And for some measure, no it's not Harry Potter.
Silverrowan