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Chapter ten — Lessons
Harry was cornered by Ron and Hermione outside the Great Hall. He tried to evade their questions but wasn't having much luck. He told them he didn't know why he blanked out as he did but they didn't seem to believe him. Fortunately, McGonagall was passing out timetables when they entered so they could focus on what they would be learning that day.
As it turned out, they had Charms first thing. Harry led the way to the sixth floor without getting lost once. The professor was a short man by the name of Filius Flitwick. He had to stand on top of books just so that all of the students could see him.
Harry quickly became bored with practicing simple wand movements and started to read from his charms book; reading chapters that he hadn't memorized yet. He did make it look like he was practicing the swish and flick motion that they were to memorize. But it seemed as though Hermione was hanging onto Professor Flitwick's every word. And Ron looked like he couldn't care less about the swish and flick.
It didn't take a genius to notice that Neville's toad was trying to escape again. Harry was the first to see this and used an easy levitation charm to make Trevor stay where he belonged. But the class noticed that it was Harry that prevented the toads escape and not the professor. He saw that everyone was staring him in the same way that Ron and Neville stared at him on the train.
"Did I do something wrong? I didn't think that would have wanted a loose amphibian in your classroom since a lot of the girls think toads are icky."
"No, Mr. Potter, you did nothing wrong. I just didn't expect that anyone at your age would have been able to perform such a complicated levitation charm with such precision," the small teacher squeaked.
"Oh, okay. We can get back to the lesson now, right. I don't want anyone to fall behind because I caught a toad."
The rest of the lesson proceeded without another incident. But the other students kept looking at him strangely, especially Hermione. She was very confused. No one had ever done that kind of magic at such a young age; not even she was that powerful.
The next lesson was Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. She gave Harry a worried glance until she saw that Harry was smirking. Just like his father, she thought. She decided to ignore the child for as long as possible. Unfortunately for McGonagall that didn't work very well. The boy just kept asking question after question about the work they had to do. To put things mildly, she was impressed with all his questions. She hadn't seen a student with such eagerness to learn since his mother. Maybe he wasn't going to be that bad.
"Now, I want each of you to take a matchstick and turn it into a needle with the incantation rudis abeo acus." (stick change to needle)
Harry concentrated on not seeing the match in front of him but on the needle it was supposed to become. He used the Metamorphmagi lessons with Tonks and applied it to transfiguring his match. In theory it should work. And all through this, he had to ignore feelings of frustration coming at him from all sides. He managed to transfigure his match but the pain in his head made it hard to concentrate.
The pain increased. He stood to ask McGonagall if he could to the Hospital Wing but he fainted before he took his first step. The whole class was on their feet in an instant. McGonagall pushed her through the students as pulled out her wand.
"Everyone back to your Common Room now." When everyone was gone, she whispered a spell that caused him to awaken.
"It was too much," he said weakly. "I need them to stay away from me. It hurts so much."
"What hurts, Mr. Potter?"
"My head..." he passed out again.
Harry woke up right before Herbology began. With several bottles of painkillers in his bag, he ran down to the greenhouses just as Professor Sprout started to introduce herself. They just spent the whole class period reviewing the syllabus.
Tuesday was the day that everyone was excited about. That's everyone but Harry. After History, a class that put almost everyone to sleep, was Defense Against the Dark Arts. There was just something about the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that bothered Harry. Professor Quirrell had the front of someone who was extremely nervous but when Harry tried to dig out the man's emotions, he couldn't find anything. But he kept his opinions of Quirrell to himself. The class itself turned out to be nothing more than a joke. Harry didn't think he would be learning much that year in Defense.
Wednesday and Thursday, they had repeat lessons and nothing unusual happened that involved Harry unless you count Neville accidentally dumping a large load of compost on Harry's shoes. Luckily, Professor Sprout was able to get rid of the smell. But Double Potions on Friday was most interesting lesson they had the whole week.
Harry and his friends walked down to the dungeons for class but when Harry saw who was standing by the door waiting for Snape to arrive, he had to groan. Draco Malfoy and his two cronies were whispering as Harry approached.
After Snape took roll call, in which he made a snide comment about Harry being a celebrity, he began asking Harry a series of questions hoping to take points from Gryffindor. But Harry was prepared for this.
"Potter!" this caused the rest of the class to jump in their seats. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry snorted at Snape's question "You would get a powerful sleeping potion called the Draught of Living Dead."
"Alright, if you think you're so smart, then tell me where I would find a bezoar."
"In the belly of a goat, sir. And for another point, I'll tell you that a bezoar is used to cure most poisons though they are very rare and only one in a hundred goats have produced a bezoar in their lifetime though they can be magically induced but those that are aren't as effective as those grown naturally. I did some side reading over the summer and skimmed over some of my uncle's books when I was bored."
"Since we have the time, how about one more question? What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"That, Professor is a trick question. There is no difference between the two because they are in fact the same plant. It also goes by the name of aconite. It was only recently renamed wolfsbane, 1983. In fact, when a madman created a potion in which he thought would kill werewolves. But instead of killing the werewolf, the potion helped the man keep his mind after he transformed. It also helped reduce the pain werewolves feel before the initial transformation. The man fled from the madman with the potion memorized so that all werewolves could one day hopefully be cured of lycanthropy."
"Potter, that would a point from Gryffindor for that unnecessary history lesson about werewolves. Now, today's potion will be a boil cure. Pair up and follow the instructions on the blackboard. I don't want any accidents."
Harry took out his cauldron and partnered up with Ron. Neville and Seamus Finnigan were at the table next to them. Everything seemed as though the rest of the period would continue normally. That was until Harry's eyes began to glow. It was only for a second and no one noticed but everyone did notice when Harry pulled Neville and Seamus away from Seamus' cauldron. An acid green glow filled the room just as the three of the looked at the cauldron. It melted and the potion spilled right where the two had been moments before.
"What's the meaning of this? I thought I told you that I didn't want any accidents. I suppose you put the porcupine quills in too early. Why didn't you stop them from adding the quills, Potter?"
"Hmm... maybe because I was busy concentrating on making my own potion. I wasn't aware that I was also responsible for the potions of my classmates as well. But I forgot, that's your job. If you weren't so busy cooing over Malfoy's mess then you would have been able to prevent this from happening."
Just then, the bell rang and Harry stormed out of the classroom before Snape could punish him. After a quick trip to the Hospital Wing, Harry found himself walking alone on the school grounds.
Harry just walked and walked not realizing where he was going. Soon he found himself out in front of the hut on the edge of the forest.
"Ya, goin' ta jus' stand there or are ya gonna come in," said the rough looking man that Harry recognized as Hagrid.
They talked for hours and before they knew it, Harry had to go back up to the castle for dinner.