--Chapter 15--

Harry stared at them, and they stared back.

Harry had made a lesson plan but based on these stares they were not going to get anything done.

No sooner the room was buzzing about how he was doing that.

Harry did not want to stop them so he simply waited until they finally stopped which took about ten minutes.

"Okay then, as you all know I'm Mr. Potter, call me Harry unless another teacher is present then call me Mr. Potter." They started to giggle. "Since everyone in here is probably wondering..." the class knew what he was going to say.

"Why am I the new DADA teacher?" the class sighed, they wanted to know how he decorated the classroom without a wand

"I'm only joking, how did I decorate the room without a wand. Simple, wandless magic."

The class got all excited, mostly because when a teacher does this it means that they are going to teach it, so they all wanted to learn it.

This time Harry silenced the class by putting up his hand "However, you will not be learning it" Depressing "Awww's" were heard. A hand shot up

"Why not?" One of the males of the class asked.

"Why Not, he asked. Wandless magic cannot be taught, it's a gift, a gift that few witches and wizards have. I am one of them that can do it, Dumbledore is another"

Another hand shot up, this time a girl "How come your teaching us, especially since your younger than us? Shouldn't we be smarter than you?"

Harry had anticipated this question "Technically, it's the reverse, I am smarter than you..."

He was cut off by the girl again "Prove it"

The class oooed

"Okay, come down here" Harry said "What's your name?"

"Sally" she said

"Okay Sally here is what were going to do. It is going to be a quiz game. Your going to start, ask me any question, not personal, such as potions, charms, defenses, something along those lines. Your going to ask me a question if I answer correctly I ask you one also and it continues until one of us gets it wrong , you have a maximum of twenty seconds to start the answer, not twenty to complete the questions, if you do not start to answer within twenty seconds then you lose. Any questions?"

"Nope lets start" Sally said getting her game face on, Sally had no intention of asking easy questions, she was the brainiac of the seventh years. "What is the ingredients for a love potion?"

Harry answered correctly "What is the spell for paralyzing someone?"

Sally answered correctly. This went on until it was Harry's turn twenty minutes later when he asked the question Dumbledore had asked him in order to become a teacher "What are the ingredients for a killing potion?"

Sally stood there stumped...there was a killing potion? She didn't know what they were!

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

"Time is up" Harry said gloating

Sally slowly walked off to her seat and sat down, she was convinced there was no killing potion.

The bell rang and Harry had quickly said "Sally, can I see you a moment?"

Sally slumped down the stairs to where Harry was standing and then looked at the floor

"There is no such thing as a killing potion." Sally said

"Yes there is" Harry said turning to get a book, he picked one up and showed her the page:

The Avanda Kavera Potion

It then went on to list all of the ingredients.

Sally was wrong, for the first time in seven years, she was wrong! She turned and left the classroom before Harry could say anything.

Once out of ear shot of Harry she thought to herself "I'm going to get back at him, maybe not today, or tomorrow, but one day I will get him"

Harry was not upset that he had insulted a student but that is how they learn sometimes. Harry realized that he had not completed decorating and continued as the fifth year gryffindors and ravenclaws filed into the classroom. Same thing as before, whispers of "how is he doing that" were heard.

When the bell rang he turned around and saw shocked faces again.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Potter, but call me Harry, unless another Professor is in here then call me Mr. Potter" again there were snickers

"So you guys are the second class of my day, first period I had a quiz tournament with one of the seventh years."

"Who won?" said Neville

"Who do you think...wait lets poll on who you think won. Who thinks that the seventh year won?"

A couple of hands went up

"Who thinks I won?"

The rest of the hands went up

"You guys are right, I won. It was fair, She asked me a question about Charms, DADA, potions, Spells, anything magical not personal and if I answered correctly then I would ask her a question. And I asked her a question but did not know it and then the class ended."

'Wow that sounds like fun' 'I wish I was there' were heard until they finally settled down.

"So, I'm willing to do this in here too...any challengers?"

No one raised their hand

"Okay then, I guess then turn your books to page..." Harry started to say going to get his book

"I'll go against you" said one of the Gryffindors

Since Harry's back was turned he did not see who said it "Who wants to verse me?"

"Me" Said Ron.

I thought this was the perfect spot to end at. Will Harry let Ron win, Will Harry make it hard and make Ron feel bad? We'll find out...leave reviews please

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