Chapter 9: The Warning
Harry and Hermione bowed to each other, which was the custom in the wizarding world before a duel. After walking to the opposite sides of the room, Hermione said the first curse.
"Locomotor Mortus!"
Harry, easily dodging the curse because of his outstanding quidditch reflexes shouted the Confundus Curse, causing Hermione to become completely confused for a second.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted. Hermione's wand flew through the air, allowing Harry to catch the wand easily. Handing it back to Hermione, he began to start talking again. "That was a very good show of skill. Hermione, good job. In order to make your spells go more quickly to your target, focus on the spell."
Hermione returned to her seat. Harry was definitely holding back. He could have disarmed her even before she sent the first curse. Returning her attention to Harry at the front of the room, she started to watch the following duels. Every single time, no one was able to produce more than one curse before they were disarmed.
At the end of the class, Harry walked up to the board. "Your homework for tonight is to look up useful spells in the library and learn them by yourself. Tomorrow, each of you will come up and try to teach the class how to perform the certain spell you picked out. After this, we will be working on forming our own spells. You are dismissed."
At the end of Harry's words, the whole class jumped up. That was one of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts classes that they had ever had. They all knew, however, that Harry was holding back, though most of them just came to the conclusion that he wanted to let them have a chance. Hermione believe that if Harry really was acting at his fullest, they would all have been in the hospital wing at the least. After that class, Harry had a free break period. Walking toward the Gryfindor Common Room, he started to think about what he would do with the next class that he had, which consisted of the 1st year Gryfindors. Saying the password to the Fat Lady, he entered the Common Room. Well, he supposed that he could start to use the text books, which they were assigned during the summer. Retracing his steps, he went to look for Professor McGonagall. She would be able to tell him where he could pick up a copy of all of the text books. Just as he was about to enter the office, he started to listen.
"Yes, Minerva, it is true. Tom has gone through the Transformation of the Serpent."
"But, sure, this cannot be true. If that is so, then Potter's chances are not as high as they were. That doesn't correspond with the prophecy."
Harry stopped. There was nothing in the prophecy that he had learned last year about any different transformations. Was it possible that there was another prophecy that Dumbledore had not told him about yet? Though it seemed impossible, Harry had a feeling it was true.
Mustering his courage, he sent a very firm knock on the door. "Yes, please come in." one of the professors said. Harry opened the door.
"Um, Professor McGonagall, I was wondering if I could have a copy all of the Defense Against the Dark Arts books."
"Yes, of course you may. I meant to give them to you earlier, but I forgot. I have had many other things on my mind this morning."
So, Harry thought Dumbledore isn't the only one with things on his mind. "Yes, thank you professor."
"Your welcome Harry. If you need anything else, just contact me. Oh, and I made you captain of the Gryfindor Quiditch Team. I hope that you don't already have too much on your mind. Tryouts will be next Monday. I think that you should just hold all new try-outs and not keep any of the other players. It will make things much better. I will see you at dinner."
The rest of the day went very smoothly. All of Harry's pupils were very bright students. They were well-behaved, polite, and very smart. He could tell that this was going to be a very good year. This stayed into his mind, until dinner time.
As he was sitting at the Gryfindor Table, Dumbledore stood up and started to address the students.
"As all of the Gryfindors know, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Harry Potter." At this statement, an eruption from the Gryfindor Table caused many plates to crack down the middle. "I would also like to inform you," he continued, "That every Friday will be devoted entirely to Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Just as these words came out of his mouth, a cold, dark feeling swept over the great hall. In front of Harry, a letter appeared out of nowhere. Now, the entire school was starting at him. Potter,
I know what you have been through. You cannot keep it a secret anymore. I have gone through that of the evil. Beware. I will not stop until.
The note ended there. Looking up, Dumbledore nodded at Harry. They both got up and left the Great Hall, many eyes looking upon them with interest and anxiety.
As they arrived in Dumbledore's office, Harry showed him the note. "What is going on today? Everyone is forgetting everything. First you, then McGonagall. What are you talking about, the Transformation of the Serpent. I need to know what is going on. What is it about the second prophecy? I know by the look in your eyes that I am the only one who can fix it. Tell me."
At Harry's words, Dumbledore looked down. "Yes, Harry. I suppose that I should tell you. Well, it all begins with the new prophecy."
Harry and Hermione bowed to each other, which was the custom in the wizarding world before a duel. After walking to the opposite sides of the room, Hermione said the first curse.
"Locomotor Mortus!"
Harry, easily dodging the curse because of his outstanding quidditch reflexes shouted the Confundus Curse, causing Hermione to become completely confused for a second.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted. Hermione's wand flew through the air, allowing Harry to catch the wand easily. Handing it back to Hermione, he began to start talking again. "That was a very good show of skill. Hermione, good job. In order to make your spells go more quickly to your target, focus on the spell."
Hermione returned to her seat. Harry was definitely holding back. He could have disarmed her even before she sent the first curse. Returning her attention to Harry at the front of the room, she started to watch the following duels. Every single time, no one was able to produce more than one curse before they were disarmed.
At the end of the class, Harry walked up to the board. "Your homework for tonight is to look up useful spells in the library and learn them by yourself. Tomorrow, each of you will come up and try to teach the class how to perform the certain spell you picked out. After this, we will be working on forming our own spells. You are dismissed."
At the end of Harry's words, the whole class jumped up. That was one of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts classes that they had ever had. They all knew, however, that Harry was holding back, though most of them just came to the conclusion that he wanted to let them have a chance. Hermione believe that if Harry really was acting at his fullest, they would all have been in the hospital wing at the least. After that class, Harry had a free break period. Walking toward the Gryfindor Common Room, he started to think about what he would do with the next class that he had, which consisted of the 1st year Gryfindors. Saying the password to the Fat Lady, he entered the Common Room. Well, he supposed that he could start to use the text books, which they were assigned during the summer. Retracing his steps, he went to look for Professor McGonagall. She would be able to tell him where he could pick up a copy of all of the text books. Just as he was about to enter the office, he started to listen.
"Yes, Minerva, it is true. Tom has gone through the Transformation of the Serpent."
"But, sure, this cannot be true. If that is so, then Potter's chances are not as high as they were. That doesn't correspond with the prophecy."
Harry stopped. There was nothing in the prophecy that he had learned last year about any different transformations. Was it possible that there was another prophecy that Dumbledore had not told him about yet? Though it seemed impossible, Harry had a feeling it was true.
Mustering his courage, he sent a very firm knock on the door. "Yes, please come in." one of the professors said. Harry opened the door.
"Um, Professor McGonagall, I was wondering if I could have a copy all of the Defense Against the Dark Arts books."
"Yes, of course you may. I meant to give them to you earlier, but I forgot. I have had many other things on my mind this morning."
So, Harry thought Dumbledore isn't the only one with things on his mind. "Yes, thank you professor."
"Your welcome Harry. If you need anything else, just contact me. Oh, and I made you captain of the Gryfindor Quiditch Team. I hope that you don't already have too much on your mind. Tryouts will be next Monday. I think that you should just hold all new try-outs and not keep any of the other players. It will make things much better. I will see you at dinner."
The rest of the day went very smoothly. All of Harry's pupils were very bright students. They were well-behaved, polite, and very smart. He could tell that this was going to be a very good year. This stayed into his mind, until dinner time.
As he was sitting at the Gryfindor Table, Dumbledore stood up and started to address the students.
"As all of the Gryfindors know, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Harry Potter." At this statement, an eruption from the Gryfindor Table caused many plates to crack down the middle. "I would also like to inform you," he continued, "That every Friday will be devoted entirely to Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Just as these words came out of his mouth, a cold, dark feeling swept over the great hall. In front of Harry, a letter appeared out of nowhere. Now, the entire school was starting at him. Potter,
I know what you have been through. You cannot keep it a secret anymore. I have gone through that of the evil. Beware. I will not stop until.
The note ended there. Looking up, Dumbledore nodded at Harry. They both got up and left the Great Hall, many eyes looking upon them with interest and anxiety.
As they arrived in Dumbledore's office, Harry showed him the note. "What is going on today? Everyone is forgetting everything. First you, then McGonagall. What are you talking about, the Transformation of the Serpent. I need to know what is going on. What is it about the second prophecy? I know by the look in your eyes that I am the only one who can fix it. Tell me."
At Harry's words, Dumbledore looked down. "Yes, Harry. I suppose that I should tell you. Well, it all begins with the new prophecy."