"What a celebration!" commented Hermione, as the four left using a portkey to get them back to Hogwarts.
The four found themselves back at the great castle, in front of the Fat Lady's Portrait.
"Mandrake root," spoke Hermione, and at once, the door sprang open.
Each of the four headed straight to their dormitories. They had the perfect time of their life! Ron was first to reach his dormitory; he was so tired he could've slept for two days, which left Harry and Hermione.
"See you tomorrow," added Harry, as he climbed up the stairs. "By the way Hermione, you looked very pretty tonight."
Hermione smiled at him.
"Thank you Harry," she replied slowly, "you looked handsome too."
For moments, Harry's eyes didn't move, and kept focusing on Hermione's friendly face.
"Goodnight," Hermione waved goodbye, and closed her dormitory's door behind her, which made a tiny crack. Harry slowly entered to see Neville, Seamus, and Dean fast asleep in their beds, while Ron was adjusting to his bed. Harry changed into his pyjamas, and crept into his bed, soundly.
Harry glanced at the shiny star in the dark cloudy sky, and wished luck for Percy and Penelope. And for another thing, he couldn't help think about Hermione, who looked extremely beautiful in that muggle suit. Harry like her very much, because they were best friends since first year. However, now, he kept thinking about her constantly; he couldn't get her out of his mind. He wondered, could this be... love? Silently, he sank into the darkness, and fell fast asleep, his mind crammed with thoughts and wonders.

Next morning, Harry was perfectly prepared for his first lesson of the day, Defence Against the Dark Arts. Today, he was scheduled to teach his fellow Gryffindor Sixth years, and to his annoyance, the Slytherin sixth years, about deceiving and tricky creatures, called Forbets. These were tricky magical creatures, shaped like a wisp of smoke, that would vanish and disappear, and then, they reappear again behind a person, slowly though, scaring him to death, by taking the form of a mummy. Yes, these creatures were founded first in ancient cemeteries and pyramids in Egypt. Although Harry never experienced these creatures before, or had the slightest idea about them in the last five years, it was in the book, "Force Your Way Through Dark Paths", that was to be taught to the sixth years. So, it was his duty to read the chapter about Forbets, and understand it. Secretly, he has practised finishing off Forbets near the dungeons of the castle. Most likely, they prefer low places, that are near the ground. Harry learned that to finish off the Forbets, he had to take good care in following some important steps. First, at the sight of him, the Forbet will definitely vanish. Second, seconds before it reappears behind a person, some yellow shadow emerges from the ground the person is standing on, sort of flickering, and then stops when the Forbet transforms into a mummy. Therefore, the only way to drive a Forbet away, was to quickly light a fire on the flickering yellow shadow moving on the ground. That way, the Forbet will go through deep pain, and then leaves.

"Good morning," said Hermione, as she carried four heavy textbooks, placing them in her bag.
"Hello," replied Harry at once, as the two walked through the corridors. He still was shocked by how pretty Hermione looked yesterday, as though they were still at Percy's Wedding. He couldn't get her out of his mind anymore.
"So," began Hermione, smiling, "what are we doing today?"
Harry walked slower, and turned to her.
"Um..." he started, he thought of telling her about the Forbets, but he decided to keep it as a surprise, "it's a surprise."
She raised her eyebrows at him.
"Why?"
"You'll see when we get there," said Harry, looking straightforward.
"What are you going to teach us Harry? Speak!" Hermione insisted that he tells her.
"I'm not going to tell you!" Harry grinned at her, as he found it amusing to do such thing and keep her waiting.
"Harry! Don't make me lose my temper!"
The Defence Against the Dark Arts' class appeared to Harry and Hermione's sight.
"Fine," Harry gave up now," you'll play with Forbets today!"
"For...sorry, what was that?" asked Hermione.
"Forbets," explained Harry, his smile curving and widening at her "deceiving bits of wisps of smoke that can be invisible and turn into mummies suddenly! Happy now?"
"Oh! I like dealing with those! I've read about them in chapter nineteen! I find them highly tricky! It'll be great to deal with them in reality rather than in books!"
"Big deal," said Harry, moving his glasses up his nose.
Hermione had a feeling that something...or someone...was missing...Ron.
"Harry?" she began calmly. "Where's Ron?"
"Funny you should mention him," he went on, "he talked to me this morning when I woke up, he's got a fever, and thought it might be for the best to rest in the Hospital Wing. Can't be blame him though...the change in weather from here to Grimmauld Place must've raised his fever seven degrees higher, and he was already sick."
Hermione nodded. Harry was right; sometimes, Ron was so stubborn and ignorant, and wouldn't listen even to his best friends' advice.

The class was half full when Harry and Hermione entered; some students were out in the grounds throwing snowballs at each other for fun. They only had ten minutes till the school day begins.
Harry went over to his desk, and sat down, getting out the last rolls of parchment, on which the Gryffindor and Slytherin sixth years had to do their last homework, that was due three days ago. Harry managed to correct most of the papers, but a few were left without a grade. So, he used this chance to correct the last rolls of parchment, before class was ready.

Ten minutes later, the remainder of the class showed up at last, to begin the lesson.
"Shut the door behind you please, Malfoy," said Harry, over the heads of students.

Quickly, Malfoy slammed the door shut, gave Harry an evil cruel look, and sat down between Crabbe and Goyle. Of course, Harry knew Malfoy's reaction whenever he saw him. Harry was like dirt and dung to him, which he loathed more than anything else in the whole wide world.
"Good morning class,"
"Good morning," replied the tired sleepy class.
"Now, I'll pass out your homework that was due three days ago," began Harry, a handful of golden soft parchment in his hands, "I must say that you did fairly well. Oh, and I gave a couple of bonus marks to all who wrote extra facts, that were meaningful of course, and that we didn't mention in class."
Harry was moving around the class quickly, his eye jumping from one student to the other. Everyone was impressed with their marks; Harry was such a good teacher, and offered the chances to help students if they needed it.
The class was deep in discussion about their grades, and how they didn't expect to get those marvelous marks on the homework. However, as usual, Malfoy was having his own private chat with Crabbe and Goyle; apparently, he didn't pay attention to the piece of returned parchment, lying soundly on his desk, beside the thick textbook.
"Allright," yelled Harry over the heads of the many students," please put your homework away, and let us begin the lesson."
Several students put their excellent rated homework in their bags, books, or own notebooks, and then sat straight up, paying attention to Harry.
"Today, we'll be dealing with tricky and cunning creatures, in fact, wisps of translucent smoke, called Forbets," started Harry enthusiastically.
"Of course, I don't expect many of you to know about these deceiving creatures. Therefore, here's a little explanation," continued Harry, smiling at the class.
"These wisps of smoke, come originally from ancient cemeteries and pyramids, found in far away Egypt," some of the Slytherins' expressions of excitement appeared on their curious faces, "it's true, they prefer living in low areas near the ground. Now, whenever they see a person, they attract their attention somehow, and then disappear. Shortly after vanishing, they reappear suddenly behind the person, taking the form of a mummy, and scare him away. It may not be easy to finish it off, because a Forbet that is turned into a mummy, is highly frightening, and gives you cold senses of loss and fear."
"Many of you might suggest that the presence of a Forbet is similar to that of a Dementor, the scary soul sucking creature," at those words, the whole class winced. The presence of Dementor was almost like dying alive.
"There is one way to finish a Forbet off, and drive him away from you. Forbets prefer darkness, and hate light, like Devil Snare. So, it is very useful to think at this stage of battle with a Forbet. Here is the solution. Shortly before a Forbet reappears behind you, you will notice some kind of yellowish flickering shadow dancing on the floor you're standing on. At this moment, you have to just act, without even thinking, because you'll be scared to death if you don't. You have to light a fire on the yellow shadow then. That way, the Forbet will go through the excruciating pain of the sight of pure white light, which is a combination of wand flames, and the shadow's yellow color. Eventually, it won't stand it, and it'll go away, leaving you behind until another Forbet comes another time seeking revenge."
The majority of the class giggled, including Hermione, even Harry did.

"And now," said Harry, holding a small cubic sort of music box, in his sweaty fist," a demonstration."
Slowly and carefully, Harry lifted the top purple cover up. Quickly, a silvery translucent wisp of smoke ascended, and flew out of the box. It hovered for a moment, and then turned to Harry, grabbing his attention. He grabbed his wand firmly, which lay on the desk beside the bottle of ink, and got ready.
The whole class witnessed the wisp of smoke disappearing from in front of Harry, and going into the unknown.
"Watch closely," whispered Harry, vigilant for any sign of yellow shadow on the ground.
Then, it happened, he felt some yellow light reflecting on his glasses. And when he lowered his head, he found a yellow shadow flickering, shaped like a ring. Without thinking, he muttered, "Lacarnum Inflamari". At once, flames were shot directly at the yellow shadow from the tip of his wand. There was ring of fire rising higher and higher, turning into blinding white flashes of light. The whole class held their hands up, to cover their eyes. Then, Harry heard the Forbet's cry from behind him, but did not turn around to see the awfully frightening mummy. He could see the cold creeps spreading through the class, making everyone's face turn pale. Momentarily, the ring of fire shot beams of pure white light at the horrifying mummy. Clearly, Harry heard the mummy's cry of pain and pleads for mercy. Moments later, he felt the mummy fade from his surrounding and stagger away.

Harry took a deep breath, and took a look at the curious scared eyes of the class. Hermione, who was looking terribly pale, began clapping. Soon, the whole class was applauding, after Harry's brilliant performance of getting rid of the cunning Forbet. Harry was feeling loads better after they clapped, and came into reality again, after being almost unconscious from the fright of the Forbet.

"Wow!" shouted Dean Thomas. "That was excellent Harry!"
"That was amazing Harry," added Seamus Finnigan.
"Brilliant!" oddly, this was Sandra Sanderson, the Slytherin sixth year.
Harry was lost in his mind; seeing each pupil clap as hard as they can cheered him.

"Thank you, thank you," Harry was bowing to the class, showing his respect, gratitude, and appreciation.

Later on, the applause subsided, until it eventually stopped.
"Now," began Harry, pulling a briefcase out of a dark brown drawer," this is full of music boxes that contain Forbets. I don't want you to freak out, because if you lose control , the class won't be swarming with mummies, because I'll be getting rid of them by then. So, each one of you will kindly take a box, go to a corner or stay in his or her place, and start practicing. If you need any help, I'll be around you. And don't forget to act quickly the moment you see the yellow shadow. Good luck."
Harry could discern the looks of worry and fright on the students' faces. However, they came forward to collect the music boxes.

He carefully observed how each student reacted to the Forbets, being so scared and frightened, they would've wet their pants. Over by the corner, he watched Malfoy's white blonde hair move back as the wind emerging from the music box moved him backwards. He smirked for a moment, and when the Forbet disappeared from his sight, he looked so worried, that he had his eyes wide open, careful for any sign of yellow shadow. Malfoy kept spinning around himself, looking closely to the floor in all directions. Suddenly, he saw it…the yellow shadow danced like leaves on a tree would. It was forming some sort of ring. At that moment, Malfoy was pretty stunned, and couldn't move. It was like his feet were a tree's roots, stuck to the ground. His eyes were wider now. However, he remembered what he had to do. Quickly, like a lightning bolt, he took out his wand, and murmured "Lacarnum Inflamari", pointing it at the ring of yellow shadow. Soon, he saw the fire blasted from his wand combine with the yellow shadow, forming a ring of pure blinding white light. The cries of the transformed Forbet (mummy) came from behind him. He dared not to turn around, but just wait till it vanished and staggered away. At last, the mummy strolled away, yelling loudly, like a starving lion would. Malfoy was calm again, but still in the last phase of his shock.
Over by the third row, Harry watched Hermione get rid of the Forbet. She was certainly quick and clever to finish it off. Although she was pale at first, she later managed to get rid off it. Harry was quite impressed with her spectacular performance; she was the quickest in the class to get rid of the Forbet or perhaps the mummy. As always, Harry gave her a thumbs up, a wink, a smile, and moved to another corner.
Overall, half of the total number of students succeeded in this rough task. Getting rid of a mummy who was originally a Forbet was very difficult and needed skills. Even Harry himself found difficulty when he first battled with the Forbet, before teaching the class about it. He now knew that it would come in N.E.W.Ts in his seventh year. He also wondered if he was going to take the Defence Against the Dark Arts N.E.W.T. examination; he had a feeling that he wouldn't be the teacher next year. Probably, Professor Dumbledore would've found another grown up teacher. And yet…and yet…how fancy it would be if Harry carried on being the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Well done, good job, all of you!" Harry gave this kind compliment, to all who have battled with the Forbets, even the ones who have failed. "I must say that today's practice was absolutely perfect for beginners. Don't you agree?"
Several of the students nodded in agreement, except perhaps Malfoy, who had his head between his hands, trying to get into reality. It was like he was in some kind of trance, after fighting the mummy away.
"And to those who failed to get rid of the mummy in the right time, I don't blame you, but you did a terrific job too," commented Harry kindly.
Sighs came out of every tired mouth. Pain, fright, fear, and madness can take over a person, if they don't finish the transformed mummy in time. Everyone here, now, experienced this matter. What made it so frightening, even if the students didn't turn around to see the mummy's scary ugly face, was how cold it became. Just like the dementor's presence, the Forbet could frighten someone to death.
"Well now, let me see…fifty points to Gryffindor and another fifty to Slytherin," this was the part where everybody liked most of the lesson. They almost jumped out of their places when they heard Harry add fifty points to each of the houses.

"Allright, I think we've had enough for today," said Harry, turning around to face the blackboard, "please copy this down, and by the way, it's due on Wednesday."
With waves from his wand, letters, words, phrases, and sentences appeared on the undisturbed blackboard. It was their homework assignment.

The blackboard read:

1-What is the creature a Forbet transforms into when reappearing?
2- Where do Forbets come from?
3- What do you set on fire to get rid of the Forbet?
4- What is the Forbet's weakness?
5- Where are Forbets usually stored when not set free?
6- Give three examples of issues that occurred with famous witches and wizards, in which Forbets took over their mind: (See page 327)

The homework assignment seemed quite easy to the majority of the class, except perhaps question six, in which they had to depend on themselves and read the chapter.

"Um…" began Harry, taking a look at his watch, "there are only fifteen minutes left till the end of this lesson. So, kindly start on your homework."
Obediently, but tired and weak, everybody took out their old quills and started answering the homework questions. Malfoy was so exhausted that he kept staring at the class clock, waiting desperately for the bell to ring and end this wearisome lesson.
However, stunningly, Hermione was already done with the homework. She answered the questions while Harry as writing them down.
Hermione slowly got out for her seat, held the roll of parchment, filled with tiny neat writing, and walked to the front of the class where Harry sat down on his chair, preparing his next lesson for the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw first years.
"Here you are Harry," whispered Hermione softly, handing her homework in. Harry looked at the page full of writing, and then, he raised his head to look at Hermione.
"You're finished?" he asked in amazement.
"Yes, can't you see?" replied Hermione quickly.
"I know, it's only that you're too quick. When did you have the chance to answer them?"
"While you were writing," answered Hermione, taking a breath.
Harry stared at her for a moment, smiling.
"You're such a gifted girl," he complimented, taking out a quill to correct her homework.
"Thank you Harry, and you're amazing too. Very excellent teacher, that's who you are," said Hermione confidently.
Again, Harry stared at her. He was lost in those wonderful moments of time, looking at her beautiful lighted face. She definitely was the prettiest and smartest girl he's ever seen in his entire life. Cho Chang was and still is nothing compared to his best friend, Hermione. He recently realized that. Why haven't I noticed her before?—thought Harry to himself.

The moments of silence were broken by the loud noise of the ringing bell.
It was time for Harry to dismiss the class.
"Dismissed," he said happily, "and mind you, do your homework, don't leave it till Tuesday night."
Fleetingly, the class nodded, and then Crabbe and Goyle opened the door, to exit. Joining them was Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Sandra Sanderson, and a group of Slytherins. Following them, were the Gryffindors, including Dean Thomas, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, and then at last, Harry and Hermione.
Harry shut the door behind him, and then joined his fellow friends to their second lesson of the day. But he thought he saw something coming out of the keyhole…a puff of smoke.
"What's that?" asked Hermione as she carefully approached the smoke.
Harry studied it for some seconds, and then got his wand out.
"It's a Forbet," he said calmly, " I bet you anything Malfoy left an extra music box open."
"Well then, let's see you get rid of it!" said Hermione, excited.

Half a minute later, the wisp of smoke finally crept out of the keyhole, circled Harry for a moment, and then disappeared from his sight. Slowly, he took a few steps forward. He waited…but nothing happened. Then, he felt something shine his shoes. There, on the ground, danced the yellow flickering shadow. Immediately, he lowered his wand so that the tip of it would be inches above the ground, and said "Lacarnum Inflamari." His wand shot flames of fire to the ring of yellow shadow. The two sources of light an heat were interfering now. Hermione, who was right in front of Harry, shrieked, as she saw the mummy transforming behind Harry. Its face was green, greasy, and it was all covered with dirty torn bandages. Its eyes were red, like blood. It had a pointy nose, and two fangs coming out of the edges of the mouth. Hermione's face was white, and the hair on her hands stood up. Soon, there was a ring of white light, and this was the point where the mummy started crying from pain. The ring of pure white light shot beams at it, and then, Harry clearly heard the mummy's voice subsiding in intensity. At last, the mummy was gone.

Harry was on his knees, taking a deep breath, and putting his eyes back in focus. Hermione, still shocked, helped him up.
"Did you see that?" asked Harry, knowing Hermione's response.
"Yes," she replied, calming down, "you were brilliant!"
Again, Harry's eyes turned slowly to her.
"Thank you Hermione,'' he started, "imagine if it was you who was fighting the Forbet."
"Thank goodness it wasn't," commented Hermione, "but…are you ok?"
Harry nodded, "I'm fine."
He looked at his watch.
"We've got to go, we've got Care of Magical Creatures next," said Harry in a hurry.
Instantly, the two ran to the school gates, heading to the castle grounds. On their way to Care of Magical Creatures, they saw Peeves floating silently above a house-elf statue. He seemed so quite, which was highly unusual. Harry and Hermione were a bit curious. So, they decided to ask him about the reason of this quietness.
"Hello Peeves," started Harry, "is something wrong?"
Peeves gave him a sorrowful look, and didn't talk.
"Why are you quiet?" asked Hermione, looking even more curious.
Peeves came down to face the two.
"'ts me uncle Gadzy, he decide to show up an' come 'ere," spoke Peeves, very disappointed.
Harry and Hermione gave each other a vague look.
"And…that's supposed to be…bad?" asked Harry.
"'ts worse than horrible. Uncle Gadzy used to 'it me when I was a kid, for jokin' at dinner. I was a human, you know, just like you two lads. But, me uncle Gadzy thought it was funny to turn me into a poltergeist. 'e sent me to Hogwarts, when I never even got a letter form the headmaster. I was never accepted. So, I became what I am today. An' now, he's comin' back to pay his nephew a little visit. God, I hope he smashes his brain before arriving'"
Harry was quiet for a couple of seconds, thinking thoughtfully about Peeves's situation.
"Well," started Hermione, " we can't do anything about that, can we? I mean…this is how you were punished. Honestly, I never knew that you were a human in the past, but…now…I understand why you behave that way. You've been a joker since your youth, and continued on. Unfortunately, your uncle Gadzy didn't like that habit. Therefore, he wanted you to pay the penalty. But…this was very harsh of him."
"Correct, miss," said Peeves, looking so sad.

Harry nodded sympathetically. Although Peeves was the master of disaster at Hogwarts, and the biggest source of bother to everyone, he was a human in the past. He had feelings that still existed throughout his childish-joking behavior. Still, it was loads of fun having Peeves around. Harry couldn't help imagine the school without him He was even better than Fred and George.

Several seconds of silence…and then, Peeves flew away. Harry and Hermione had to run like rockets to reach the Care of Magical Creatures class in time. Only twenty seconds were left till Hagrid began his grunting.