They slowly descended the stairs to the dungeons. Harry sighed a little. As much as he loved Hogwarts, he hated coming down here into the cold and gloomy atmosphere. The thick stone walls were depressing and even worse this was Snape's land. They trodded down, their bags over their shoulder while all of the fourth year Gryffindors followed suit. Lavender and Parvati were talking and Dean and Seamus were whispering to each other but the rest were rather quiet. Harry was still contemplating that he had invited Daphne to the make-out spot. Did she know? Why didn't she say anything? Should he talk to her and choose another place? He wasn't sure. Hermione was right there with him, going over all the potions she had read about this summer already, wondering what potion they would brew this time, probably the Draught of calming limbs. Nevile was as quiet as always when they came down here. Snape had it out for him almost as much as for Harry and the boy would only talk in the dungeons when he was asked something. His fear of Snape was quite obvious. Next, to him, Ron was also quite silent. He had his own thoughts. Mostly about the next two hours. He dreaded potions almost as much as Harry and Snape did though, he wasn't Snape's main target.

They rounded the corner and piled into the potions classroom. Of course, Slytherin was already there. Daphne and Tracey were sitting in the front, talking quietly with each other. Of course Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe and Parkinson were lounging around on their chairs, the first casual and arrogant while the latter where more minions like sprawled around him. Pansy looked at the blond boy with puppy-like admiration while he snarled on, his eyes smug.

"Yeah I have no idea what went wrong in the board of governors meeting but that will change soon I think. Father is speaking with the minister right now, clearing this pile of stupidity up so we can return to a proud school body. Or at least to the closest thing we can get while Dumbledore is headmaster." Goyle and Crabbe nodded in agreement.

"But either way I will not set one foot into this muggle studies session. Father has already sent Professor Snape a note that I would be excused from that useless subject. The Heir of House Malfoy has more important things to do than playing little muggle games. I will only set foot in there once and then it is out. I think you should write to your parents about this. It would be best." All three of his lackeys nodded eagerly, while Pansy did more.

"You are so right Draco. This subject is crap for sure." She said with an adoring smile, then turned her head to look over at the entering Gryffindors. "Oh look the proud heroes are here." She sneered at them, but it looked more obligatory than anything. She didn't do it with the same heart and soul as the blond boy next to her did it when he laid eyes on the entering people.

"Ah, there is our celebrity and his pack of rejects. Apologies my Lord, we mere humans haven't dusted off your chair for you yet, we humbly beg your forgiveness." The blond sneered sarcastically at them. Harry laid eyes on the boy and for a moment he heard a female voice in the back of his head.

"Whatever he says, just ignore him. He will hate it more than anything. Raise an eyebrow at him like he is filth and then move on." Narcissa had said that before their encounter with Lucius Malfoy in the Wizengamot chamber. Would this be true for his son too?

So Harry turned his head slightly, looking at the blond smirking boy with as little emotion as possible and only raised an eyebrow for a moment, before turning back and minding his own business. Walking to his table. The rest of the class watched him when he sat down and started unpacking his book and supplies. Ron followed a little confused and was ready to yell at Malfoy but he notices the stare Harry gave him.

He leaned over and whispered. "He is taunting you, why aren't you replying? He will continue and talk even more shit about you." Ron darted looks at the blond, who was staring at them glaring.

Harry nodded slowly, still minding his book. "Yes and that is the plan. It plays into his hands when I react to his taunts. Letting it roll off like he is just an insect that barely bothers me is much more effective don't you think?"

Ron stared at him dumbly. Malfoy took that opportunity to talk to his friends loudly again. "Ah that reminds me, father has spoken at length about what a disgrace some houses of the Wizengamot have become. Low houses trying to be better than their situation or going into the hands of undeserving. And of course being havens for those who should be happy that they are even around anymore. An ex-convict as the head of a house, what a disgrace, taking damaged goods in."

Harry balled his fist, he so wanted to scream at the boy who was smirking at him when a female voice from the front cut in, low and barely any emotions, but clear.

"I would be careful Mr Malfoy."

Draco turned his head to look at the blond girl who hadn't even turned to him and his eyes squinted. God, he hated Daphne Greengrass. She thought she was so much better than him. He had tried to make friends with her in the first year but she had only shrugged him off like he wasn't worth her time. That had made him even angrier than Potter dismissing him for bloody Weasley and that mudblood. They were both purebloods, she should be at his side. Instead, she wasn't on anybody's side; she kept to herself and ignored most people who weren't Tracey Davis. But father had ordered him not to take action against the girl because her father had quite a bit of influence and Draco's father had plans for Lord Greengrass. So begrudgingly he had it pass, hating her inside of his head for her arrogance and condescension. Who does she think she is, he is a Malfoy. Even though his family wasn't Most ancient and Noble, his family was still older than hers! They had come to Britain shortly after Merlin's creation of the council from France and had been noble there for a long time before.

"And why is that Greengrass?" He asked with a cold voice, glaring. That bitch finally turned her head, her arrogant eyes looking at him like he was an idiot. She too like Potter before raised an eyebrow and it made him furious. That was what father did when he was misbehaving!

"Because Mister Malfoy, you are dangerously close to an insult to a noble house and it could put you in an honour duel." She responded as if speaking to a dumb kid. For years now, Draco Malfoy had annoyed Daphne. He always thought he was the bigshot in their house because Malfoy was the richest most influential of all the noble and ancient houses. Black and Greengrass outclassed them both, but Black had been gone, he was considered to be the Heir of House Black, but Daphne wasn't interested in domination of the house so she didn't care. She had formed bonds of course, as any good noble daughter would do, but mostly mutually beneficial acquaintances. No bleak followers, but people who were smart or could later be important. Also those she liked such as Tracey. She was a half-blood and her family wasn't rich but she had been the only one in their first train ride who sat with her not because she was the Heiress of House Greengrass but instead because she thought Daphne had a dry sense of humour. The worst had been Malfoy, bragging about an heir position he didn't have and Daphne was sure if you would count his words the most used phrase in his vocabulary would be 'My father'. So she had turned his offer of friendship down and kept to herself. No one would dare to touch her, knowing full well their lives would be forfeited but she didn't try to take the place at the top; it was too much of a bother for no real benefit. So Draco had stepped in and taken it and now he thought he has entitled the loyalty of all of Slytherin.

Draco snorted and shrugged with an evil grin. "Oh, I don't care so much. I can take Potter on no problem." He said like waving of a fly. Daphne saw the Weasley boy bristle while Lord Peverell seemed to try and keep in his emotions. He was learning, very good. But the Weasley boy could turn into a problem, he had no control and was to easy to anger. Again before he could scream out Daphne spoke again.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about Lord Peverell. While you should refer to him with his title since he has a Lordship and you don't." Malfoy tensed, his face turning red. "And will be Lord Black one day, a title you waved around quite often in the past." Draco's face turned almost purple at her words, a big vein appearing on his forehead. "I was talking about the current Lord Black. He could challenge you to a duel for this and from what I have heard and you probably have seen, he is a man you don't want to fight with."

Draco blinked surprised, his face slowly turning pale. Pansey stared at her as she had just told them that Harry had a pet Nundu and carried Merlin's staff. "B-But he can't! Draco is not of age. He can't be challenged." She spurted out. Daphne smiled at her all honey and the sweet poison. The dark-haired girl flinched in response. When Daphne Greengrass acted warm and sweet it meant nothing good, she had learned in her first year in the dorms, when she had hexed Tracey ONCE! The Gryffindor's looked over curious while the Slytherins squabbled between the two of them.

"Oh, Pansy, Pansy. While you are right under normal circumstances, Mr Malfoy has insulted the Black family and house honour. Honour duels know no age limit. Also Lord Black is of a Most Ancient and Noble house. So yes, Lord Black could challenge Mr Malfoy with no ramifications." Draco was completely white now as if he was seeing what that would mean and what would happen to him. Pansy looked equally shocked, trying her hardest to close her mouth while Crabbe and Goyle tried to understand what was going on at all. Daphne turned her head and resumed her reading like nothing had happened, with a small smile, which only Tracey could see.

Professor Snape took that exact moment to brush into the room. His robes billowed behind him and he walked with firm steps to the front of the class.

"Today, we will be brewing the Draught of calming limbs." He waved his wand at the board where lines of writing appear. "Begin." The man's voice was cold and sneering like always and quick movements broke out around the classroom. Harry and Ron started quickly chopping the pixie wings and ginger root. They worked carefully and slowly, knowing full well Professor Snape would take points away for sloppy work. From the corner of his eye, Harry saw the black robes slide along his table only to stop in front of their table. Annoyed he raised his head, looking up.

"May I help you, Professor?" He asked in the calmest and collected way possible. Snape sneered down at him over the crock of his eagle nose, his dark eyes glaring. He leaned down ever so slightly.

"Fairy wings should be cut horizontal, not vertical. 5 points from Gryffindor." He said with a cold voice, waiting for the boy to react. Harry blinked up to the man and like an instinct he reached into his pouch, petting a bristling Dawn. Snaps eyes darted down, glaring at him.

"What is that Potter? Take it of, now." He pointed at the pouch. Harry tensed and glared back.

"No, Professor." He answered in a low voice. Snape got an evil grin on his face leaning down.

"Defining a direct order of your Professor? Fifty points from Gryffindor." A low gong came out of nowhere, making Snape look up for a moment.

"Oh, it seems Gryffindor doesn't have fifty points. In that case detention today Potter." He said with a smug voice. That arrogant prat was like his father, talking back to him. Scrubbing cauldrons would teach him a lesson. He had just waited for this, the boy had knocked him out and if Severus Snape knew one thing he was sure to remember a slight. Harry pulled a piece of parchment out of his robes handing it to Professor Snape. The man took it with squinted eyes and read.

Dear Professors,

Lord Peverell will carry a pouch on his chest due to bonding with his familiar. Please ignore it.

Best of wishes,

Albus Dumbledore

Snape slammed the slip back on Harry's table, glaring at him.

"Very well, apparently in this school being a Lord gives someone special rights. Not in this classroom, you understand me, Potter?" He said with a cold voice. Harry who knew it was worse still answered.

"It is Lord Peverell now Sir."

The whole classroom fell absolutely silent at this all eying the encounter with wide eyes. Harry stared back and the eyes of his most hated Professor who stared at him, his face contorting to a sneer. His eyes were wide and breathed deeply.

"Detention for your cheek for the rest of this week, Potter. Now continue." With these words, Snape swept away to berate Neville for something minor. Harry crumbled a piece of parchment in his hand, staring with hate at Snape's back. Malfoy smirked over at him, making a mocking cry gesture. Harry simply glared and returned to work.

As they made their way to the Care for Magical Creatures classroom, Harry was still seething. Snape had vanished his potions, stating it had been contaminated by Phoenix dust and he would get a T for that potion. Harry had almost lost control but he managed to keep it in check. There was nothing he could do about it and talking back to Snape would only worsen the situation he was in. So he had accepted it and the mocking of Malfoy all the way. The blond boy had soon realized, that Harry couldn't do much if he didn't insult his house. So he had made fun of Harry and the way Snape had been to him.

They came into the classroom and it was empty. Only a single suitcase was in the middle of the room. There were not even chairs and tables were around the room. Harry frowned a little turning to Hermione.

"Are we in the right room?" He asked, making her frown too. She leaned out of the room, reading the room number and comparing it to her timetable.

"Yes, I mean I guess. This is the room that we are supposed to be in." She said a little confused. Harry turned his eyes back to the suitcase and walked over a little slowly. It was an old suitcase, with golden locks and covered in dark brown leather. He kneeled down and lightly knocked on the lid. Nothing happened and he blinked. Harry stood straight again.

"What are you doing Potter, never seen a suitca-" Malfoys taunting voice was cut of when the locks of the suitcase sprang open making Harry and the rest of the class jump a tiny bit. A hand from the inside pushed the lid open and it just stood there. After a moment a head came out, old grey hair and a face appeared. Professor Scamander was climbing out of the suitcase. He wore a simple suit shirt and slacks, brushing off his shoulder for a moment. The class turned to him, staring at the famous man who in turn looked at them for a moment before he strangely looked to the side bashful.

"Hello, you must be the fourth year Slytherin and Gryffindors, is that correct?" He asked. The man had a soft voice, warm like honey. He had a light smile on his face. The class gave a murmur of agreement of. The man smiled, looking over at them for a moment. "I'm your Care of Magical Creatures Professor Newton Scamander, please call me New..." His voice trailed off for a moment and he smiled at them. "You know what, the Deputy headmistress reminded me I shouldn't do that. So while I don't like it very much, please call me Professor Scamander in class. Now, I understand you have learned a vast variety of creatures over the years. Now we will keep going. Come on."

And with no further explanation, he stepped into the suitcase again and descended into it. The students looked at each other for a moment, but then Professor Scamander's hand appeared waving them to follow. One after the other, they descended the stairs inside of the piece of luggage. They ended up in a room about the size of the classroom. Every corner of it was filled with crates and cabinets. Professor Scamander stood at a door, smiling at them. "Now before we go in, I must insist you be a little careful. Stick to me, they know me. Okay? Okay." Everyone was looking at each other. What was the man talking about? He opened the door and behind it was an enormous room with various terrains. There was a piece of frozen snow land, a sandy desert, a green plain, a giant pond of water, jungle and much much more. This suitcase was bigger than any piece anyone had seen ever before, and it was packed with life. Bugs flew through the air, some creatures looking like scaly cows with tentacles were the corner of a nightfall desert, A bird with pink feathers and a sad coo was sitting on a perch, a couple of grey ash-like snakes sat in a metal crate, a pair of hippogryphs were sitting on a piece of rock nuzzling each other. Professor Scamander smiled turning to the students.

"This is my shelter. All these creatures, I rescued, nurse them and help them get back on their feet. I believe we don't understand enough about the creatures around us and that is the main reason for the harm that comes from them and to them don't you think?" His smile was wavering ever so slightly. Harry nodded with a grin, still looking around in amazement. Some others nodded too, but a muttering sound from the back was heard.

"Bloody hell not this again." The deep voice said. Professor Scamander frowned a little, asking the person to step up. The students parted revealing Vincent Goyle who stared defiantly at him. Scamander smiled, nodding slowly.

"May I ask your name, young man?" He asked still the soft and compassionate voice.

"Vincent Goyle." Goyle said, stretching out his chin. Newt nodded slowly, waving him to come forth. Goyle looked to Malfoy for support but then stepped up.

"Mr Goyle, may I ask what you refer to with not this again?" Scamander asked in a patient manner, stepping up. He wasn't looking at Vincent but instead observed the creatures around them. Goyle stretched out his shoulders, firming them.

"Well, our old teacher only had dangerous beasts and we got hurt." He said in a defiant way. Scamander nodded, smiling in sympathy.

"Ah yes, you are referring to Rubeus Hagrid am I right?" Professor Scamanders question was answered with a nod. Scamander nodded himself, in an understanding way.

"Yes well, then I do understand your worry. You see Mr Hagrid has a lot of wonderful characteristics, he is loyal and has a big heart." A snort came from the direction of Malfoy but the Professor ignored it. Harry and his friends listened closely to him. "But he also has a little problem with his heart. His heart is too big. He can't see that while all the creatures of this world, from a flubberworm to a dragon, have their own wonderful merits, they aren't all harmless pets. Take dragons for an example, as wonderful as they are, they are still wild animals and can be extremely dangerous. And that is mostly what this subject is all about, learning about them and understanding how to interact with them properly. After all, they are animals, some more intelligent than others, but almost all of them act on instinct. So while it isn't their fault because they can't help themselves, that doesn't make it less dangerous. We, and by that, I mean all sentient species, have the wonderful gift that we can learn and break out of our instincts. We can learn how they live and act in a way that makes it less dangerous. Now, shall we begin?"

The entire class stared at the man who had given this passionate speech. None of them was sure what to make of it. Harry was not sure if he should be offended on Hagrid's behalf, but on the other hand, this man knew what he was talking about right? And he was kind of right, Hagrid's monster love had caused problems. Professor Scamander pulled out a parchment.

"Miss Lavender, Miss Davis, Mr Crabbe and Mr Finnigan?" He called out. The four people stepped up, a little confused. He handed them buckets.

"Here, these are green food pellets. Over there is a herd of Mooncalves. They are fairly harmless, just throw them the pellets, you can pet them. Avoid touching their eyes, that turns them a little aggressive. Well, who wouldn't when being poked in the eye, don't you agree? Now, I want you to observe them, what they are doing and so on." Professor Scamander looked at the calves with a warm smile, waving the group off.

"Mr Weasley, Miss Patil, Miss Parkinson and ah yes Mr Goyle?" The four stepped up next, really confused and glaring at each other. Professor Scamander pointed over to a group of Beatles that were pushing rocks around and piling them up.

"You see that over there, near the two piles? Those are two colonies of hoard beetle. Do you see how they gather rocks? They create nests out of them. Here take this each of you." He handed them all sacks filled with pebbles. "Take these and I think you should know the permanent enlargement charm. I think you know what your job is today. Observe them, don't worry they look dangerous and nasty but really the spikes are just for show. They are pretty harmless. Just keep out of the way so they don't roll a stone over your feet all right?" He waved them off too.

"Mr Malfoy, Mr Thomas?" The two glared at each other, before stepping forward. Professor Scamander handed them two buckets full of hay. "At that pitch, there are three bicorns. They can only be approached by males, so no girls for you two, I am sorry. They are pretty similar to Unicorns. Approach them slowly, handing them hay. The two are used to people so there should be no problem. You should retreat if, IF a spark sets off between their horns, that is a sign of dominance and rivalry between the two of them. They will probably fight over some bit of territory but better safe than sorry. You too, observe them, watch what they do."

The two of them walked off towards two large horse-like creatures with twirled horns on their foreheads.

"Speaking of unicorns, Miss Greengrass, Miss Robbinson?" And so on and so on. Everybody was parted into different groups, given different tasks until only Harry and Hermione remained. Professor Scamander smiled at them waving them along.

"Ah yes, you must be Miss Granger and Lord Peverell, am I right?" Both nodded and Hermione added a "Yes, Professor." to it. The man nodded and walked down the path. Everybody was doing their assigned task and it seemed like they were actually having fun. Even Dean and Draco seemed to be getting along for the moment. "Very good. Mr Hagrid informed me you were the two top students in his class with high potential. You two will assist me with Jane." He stopped with a bucket in his hand and in front of a jungle-like forest, then he turned. He actually stared at them with a firm look. "Now listen to me. I have known Jane for a very, VERY long time and she is relatively docile. Still, she IS dangerous and is a category five creature. Don't make hasty moves and keep your calm. Let her approach you if she does, it is fine, don't try to walk up to her. Also, I will silence you, because I feel you will let out a scream maybe. But most importantly, should you ever EVER see one of her kind out there, somewhere, don't try to approach it. Try to flee and don't try to fight one of her kind. Do you understand?" Both nodded. What was this man planning to do? He handed both of them a piece of meat and waved his wand over them. Harry felt Dawn shuffle in his pouch but even she made no sound. He also gave them amulets, letting them pass the wards.

Professor Scamander led the way into the jungle. There were signs, warning not to enter. Thick leaves and a hot humid air engulfed them. In the distance, they heard something big move. Bamboo and thick trees were all around them. They heard a few birds up there. Slowly they walked on, while Professor Scamander called out lowly. "Jane. Jane? Are you a hungry old girl?" They came to a small clearing, where a large boulder was lying, in front of which were a few smaller ones. Professor Scamander talked to them, not loud but not whispering. He was careful but not afraid or worried. "Please sit down at the rocks, only not this one, that is mine." He pointed at the one in the centre. All three sat down and Harry and Hermione stared into the jungle, tense and a little worried. Something big moved around them, like a creature on the hunt. After a minute Scamander called out.

"Oh come on Jane, don't be like that. Here, come out, will you? I have someone for you to meet." A deep rumbling sound like the wet growl of a jaguar came from behind the boulder and slowly a large creature appeared over the edge of it. Its head was in the form of an enormous dark leopard. Around its neck, it had spikes and thorns. The paws were tipped with huge claws about the size of Harry's entire hand. But the fur of the creature looked a little white and grey and it moved slowly. The creature snarled and growled leaning down a little, stareing from the large boulder down to them. Hermione was frozen in fear. Was Professor Scamander insane? Was he utterly insane? This could not be true. She had read all about all the different creatures She possibly could and this...this...this was the most dangerous creature in the world. That was a Nundu for Merlin's sake! She was sure if she hadn't been silenced she would have screamed. She wanted to run but that would mean turning her back to the creature.

The creature tilted his or better her head back and howled. The bass full tone made the air in Harry's lungs vibrate. Her neck swelled like a sack and it kept going for a moment and then it ended. She leapt down, surprisingly without making a single sound, something that seemed impossible for a creature of that size and walked up to Professor Scamander like a normal housecat. Her snout nuzzled his chest and he chuckled petting the side of her nose. That beast even started purring.

"Yes Jane, yeah I missed you too, there there. Now here, time for you to eat old girl." He reached into the bucket and threw her a large piece of meat which she caught and chewed on. A few times she pushed the food around with her paw. The two students stared at the massive wild cat which at the moment looked like an ordinary tabby cat playing with its food. After a while, she calmed down and her golden-green eyes fixed on Harry. The boy tensed up even more and his breathing quickened. Professor Scamander spoke quietly at him.

"Okay Lord Peverell, keep calm. If she approaches you just wait. She will probably sniff you and then leave. Keep eye contact. Just wait and don't worry all right?" Harry didn't feel really assured at his professor's words, but what else could he do. The large animal slowly stepped forward, her paws made no sound on the ground what so ever. Her massive shoulder muscles could be seen quite well. Harry felt her hot breath on his chest and he stared at the large golden eyes. The snout, about the size of Harry's torso, got closer and he felt the sensation of moving air when the creature sniffed at him for a moment. Then it sniffed again. It stood there for a moment, staring at Harry who stared back at her. Janes jaw lowered revealing enormous teeth and a big tongue. Slowly this tongue reached out and brushed over the pouch on his chest and his face in a surprisingly gentle manner. She did it twice before turning and just walking away, jumping on the boulder and disappearing.

Professor Scamander led them out of the jungle and Harry felt like eyes stared at his back. He breathed out when they finally passed the ward line and were outside again.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my." Hermione stuttered out when Newton lifted the silencing spell. Then she turned to the professor wide-eyed, shaking like a leaf.

"P-Professor, that...that...why...how..." She stammered out. Hermione was extremely happy that the creature didn't approach her, but when it had opened its mouth she was absolutely certain Harry would die.

Professor Scamander nodded, smiling at her.

"There, there, Miss Granger. I know, this has been really scary for you, but it served a point. I wanted you to understand that I really know what I am doing. From what I have gathered, Mr Hagrid's tendencies have caused you, Mr Weasley and Lord Peverell a little bit of trouble over the years. I wanted you to understand, that I really do know what I am doing. I am not blinded by the love to my friends down here and aware their dangers."

Hermione tried to comprehend. " B-But a Nundu?" She said with a shaking voice. Professor Scamander nodded.

"Yes, a Nundu. Jane is a pretty rare specimen. I have freed her from captivity when she was only a few days old. Some African warlord wanted to raise her into a weapon. Stupid thing to do but still. But I couldn't let her out into the wild, she would have died out there or worse. So, I kept her, raised her with a bottle and she stayed with me the whole time. She is my oldest friend and will stay with me. Now I want you to understand, that you aren't the first people I introduced to her. She is pretty comfortable around people. And she has never hurt anybody."

Hermione swallowed hard. "How many people have to visit her with you?"

"About three hundred? I never really counted. There are quite a few people that are eager to see a Nundu you know. Also I thought with your history and hearing Lord Peverell has faced a basilisk two years ago, I thought this would be all right. Anyway, I know, this was scary and you stood your ground like real Gryffindors. Ten points for Gryffindor each." The man said with a little amusement, nodding to himself. Hermione calmed down a little when she heard that this was something he had done before and that he really knew what he was doing. The professor turned to Harry who was cradling his pouch.

"Still, Lord Peverell, you make me curious. While Jane is really cuddly and all, her licking someone is quite rare. She Has done it only a few times over the years and almost never to someone new. For an old muggle friend of mine it took almost four years of regular visits until she was that comfortable with him. Might I inquire what you have in your pouch?"

Harry put his hand in his pouch and scooped out Dawn. The small phoenix cooed at the man. For the first time in the entire time, Professor Scamanders smile vanished into a firm line.

"5 points from Gryffindor and detention tonight." He stated with a firm voice. Harry gaped at him in surprise.

"What?" He blurred out confused.

"Lord Peverell, that was fairly reckless of you. I told you we go into dangerous territory, with a wild creature and you bring another powerful creature in there, even more, a young hatchling? Jane could have treated that as a challenge for example. She could have thought you wanted to chase her from her home to make room for your phoenix! Quite foolish, Lord Peverell." The stern voice made Harry wince and he lowered his head.

"Sorry Professor." He said quietly. Scamander nodded, his smile slowly returning.

"It's all right. Not sorry, learn from this Lord Peverell. That is what school is about." Harry nodded while on the inside he groaned.

Day one and he had already six detentions. That was a great start this year.