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Disclaimer: None of HP is mine but Yurin Profersia is mine and Samara Peterson is Tayz. Ok?
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Transfiguration was done in a painfully slow speed. Students filed out of the classroom for their next class, and as for the Gryffindor, next is Defense against the Dark Arts, and they are truly excited to know who's going to be their teacher.
So far they had stuttering fool, who had Voldemort imbedded behind his head, a stupid, idiotic, poor-excuse for a wizard that can't do any spell right except, memory charms, a very good teacher who was sadly a werewolf and therefore had to retire, a Death Eater imposter who was main purpose was to kill Harry, and a ministry official who doesn't know how to teach and has an attitude as vile as snake poison.
Harry and others filed in the classroom and sat on the desks. Yurin sat at the very back of the class and the trio sat on the other side of the classroom. They were kind of early, so they had to wait for the teacher to come.
Then, after a minute or two, a tall figure came from the door and graciously entered the classroom. Wearing deep emerald green robes with its hood on, no one can see her face. As soon she reached the desk, her long, slender fingers reached out and lowered her hood, revealing her features. Long, wavy, sandy colored hair that's just slightly above her waist, black, cat like eyes outlined by black mascara and a tinge of green eye shadow, plump, pink lips and pale skin, she looked simple but stunning.
She faced the class, and flashed a beautiful, but timid smile, revealing her petite teeth. She then said, her voice smooth as the word flow together in a dream like state, "Good afternoon class, I am going to be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Samara Peterson."
A series of murmurs followed this statement between the students. This wasn't the first time they had a woman for a professor in defense, because they had Professor Umbridge who never let them do any magic at all and they wished Professor Peterson won't do the same. Then, they all felt a soft breeze was felt in the classroom. Funny, the windows aren't open. They all turned to the front of the class, just in time to see Professor Peterson putting her wand away.
"Now that I got your attention, let me just do a roll call and you can ask questions involving me" she said calmly, scanning the class with bright eyes and calling the names on the list, as every student respond. After that, a hand shot up in the air, which belonged to, you guessed it, Hermione.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" she said. Hermione smiled and said, "Professor, I'm just wondering since our last professor didn't let us do any magic at all, and only let us do book work, not that I am complaining or anything, are we going to be able to do it this time?"
Professor Peterson looked at her and said, "Yes, you will be able to do magic, and maybe a little bit of book work, but mostly magic"
A sigh of relief were heard in different parts of the classroom as Hermione's had shot up again. "What are we going to learn this year?"
"First of all, we are going to review different things that such at the Disarming spell, Shielding spell, and so on. As we go further, I will teach you more thing such as the Art of Occulemeny," she replied.
Hermione and Ron's jaws dropped open as Harry's face turned white. Harry glanced at everyone's faces and saw confusion, curiosity and in Draco's case, fear. Harry wondered why, but couldn't careless.
"What is Occulemeny exactly?" Lavender's voice boomed over the murmuring students.
"The Art of Occulemeny is the practice of blocking your mind in your sleep so that no one will be able take control of you and make you things that you might regret" Professor Peterson answered.
"What do you mean regret?" Neville said
Professor Peterson sighed but said, "There is another kind of practice called the Art of Legilimency, which means, having the ability to open other people's mind, look through it, control it, then eventually control the person"
Several gasps were heard and murmurs followed once again. Then someone asked "Who has that kind of ability?"
Before Professor Peterson can answer, Harry said, in a low, but audible voice, "Voldemort". The students heads whirled to look at Harry, all eyes searching for an explanation. But before anyone can fire anything at him, Professor Peterson said, "Yes, that is quite, now moving on please".
Everybody looked at her and waited for someone to ask a question. Then someone's hand shot in the air, Draco Malfoy's. "Are you a pureblood or a mudblood?" he asked with a usual smirk.
People were shock by this question, for no one, not ever will ever say the word mudblood in front of a teacher. Professor Peterson looked at Malfoy, smile gone, yet calm. "It's my own knowledge to know what I am, my only goal is to teach the art of defense and that's what I am going to do. My heritage has absolutely no connection with that and suggest that you don't ask it again" she said her voice still flowing together freely but now stern.
The bell rang and student shuffled out of their desk and before Harry, Ron and Hermione exit the room, they heard Professor Peterson call out to Malfoy, who was slightly behind them, "10 points from Slytherin for saying mudblood, Mr. Malfoy"
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