AN: Had a goddamn awesome time writing this chapter! No Idea why. oh well ONWARDS!

Hogwarts Forrest, 12:25

As the pot started whistling he walked over, cup of instant noodles in hand. Pouring the hot water into the cup, he walked back to his desk and started reading the book he had open.

It was a book on magical metallurgy and the specific properties held by certain metals. He had been hoping to come up with a combination that would allow him to take down the dangerous creatures he might come across during his tenure here at the school. As useful as his origin rounds had been, they had their limits (not to mention he only had a certain number and couldn't afford to rely on them).

The residence the school provided was nice enough. A two story building located near the top of a hill about a good 30 minute walk from the school. Had a good view of the surrounding area and still provided the amount of privacy he liked. It had taken him a few days to figure out that the correct application of bounded fields (similar to his time alter) would allow civilian tech to work in this place. After that, he set up a 50 meter security perimeter around his temporary abode and had Maiya gather the rest of the equipment from the warehouse.

His class was offered as an elective for 6th and 7th years. With this in mind, he decided he was going to have the 7th years assist with teaching the younger ones. That way they could get the leadership experience they most likely wanted and he could get around the issue of different magic between him and the wizards. He had gotten this approved on the condition he switch them out regularly so they could attend their other classes. 6th years would do physical training such as exercise and CQC (nothing lethal… as he had been reminded on several occasions). Basically, his goal was find ways to circumvent their need for wands while still being able to defend themselves. In his mind, these two classes were going to be the easiest to teach. Simply because he could take straight from his life and experiences.

It had also come to his attention that, because of his position, he would be dealing with any incidents that happened on school grounds. It was certain there'd be some given the presence of Dementors. Apparently a dangerous criminal had escaped confinement and was targeting someone here at the school. Honestly? He kind of hoped something would happen, that way he could keep his skills sharp. Plus, it would provide great hands on experience for the students. Despite his initial reluctance to taking this position, he was NOT going to half-ass this. He'd start the changes simply by adding Enforcers and Executors to the curriculum. They were threats that they needed to be aware of. Who to teach them to, 3rd years? Maybe 5th? Ah well, he'd decide later.

From what the notes pervious teachers left had said, it would seem their education centered on the wizarding world and the creatures that encompassed. He was going to have to change that. There were far more dangers out there than just the one slice of the world they lived in. This was not helped by the Multicultural Suppression of Magic Act that had been drafted centuries ago by a council of both mages and wizards. Basically this stated they had to keep magic away from civilians, and gave each governing body full autonomy on how to carry it out. This made sharing information on the phantasmal species (or, simply, fantastic beasts as now knew the wizards called them) nearly impossible. That, in turn, rendered education on both sides incomplete. Though, to his surprise, the alchemy professor had been educated at the ever famous Atlas society ("Lift not the seals of Atlas. Lest you desire to end the world seven times over," or something like that). At least that class would up to standard.

The rune professor had been trying, for god knows how long, to get at least a quick look at the original scriptures held by the Thule Society (as were most who studied rune work as a passion). They denied every single time, as they were known to do. He had some notes on them from the time he worked for them and they tried not paying him. They regretted that decision, hard. The professor had been ecstatic when he offered to share them. He had gotten what he needed from them.

They only ever learned about one type of werewolf. While the other two types weren't nearly as hostile, they were no less dangerous. Dead apostles hadn't been mentioned, ever. That was just a blatant mistake if he ever saw one.

The British Minister of magic had come to the school grounds at one point to take his measure. When he was satisfied with what was seen, he asked Mr. Emiya to keep an eye on one particular student. Specifically one mister Harry James Potter. 'So that's Black's target, hm? I guess they won't mind if he receives some advanced instruction then.' he noted.

Apparently the minister and Dumbledore disagreed a lot and the headmaster had completely neglected to inform him of Emiya's employment. It was a shame really, this is one time they would've been in agreeance. Minister Fudge was going to have a lot of fun rubbing this in the face of the Clocktower, arrogant bastards. Something most people didn't know was that the Clocktower was just the governing body of British magecraft (and the Mage Association was more of an international banner similar to the muggle U.N… or even the International Confederation of Wizards).

While it acted place where the, ever mysterious, 'Director' of the association set-up his office, it lacked the absolute political power many guessed it had. This was evidenced by the fact they could not force Atlas to do a damn thing. There was also a number of smaller Mage-organizations not officially recognized by the Clocktower but, done so by the director and the association. The tower itself was filled to the brim with arrogance and plagued with constant power struggles. If anyone asked Fudge based on his few (necessary) interactions, he'd say, "It is the worst form of government man has ever seen. The place should just be burned to the ground, starting fresh." The fact he had one of their dirty little secrets under lock and key (though not at the ministry, as he would often fantasize) was an opportunity to get one over on them he just, COULD NOT pass up. That he was educating the future generation of wizards was just icing on the cake.

As long as he got paid for his work, Kiritsugu gave little thoughts to politics. Minister Fudge didn't have that luxury.

The game warden for the school (who was apparently going to taking the "Care of Magical Creatures" professor's seat this year) had been the least tense around him. He visited often to pick his brain about his experiences with certain types of creatures. Rubis Hagrid, he believed his name was. The man was one part giant and as kind as they came. From what he said, the giant kind were a reclusive and dying breed. Preferring to keep to themselves. They then argued the dangers of basilisk venom vs hydra poison. In the end, they simply agreed to disagree on that one. They also discussed the ranking system that Mages used in their studies to organize their findings. Most today being of the Monstrous (lowest) rank, few being of the Phantasmal (second) rank, and finally, even less being on the Divine (last) rank. Some creatures remaining, as of yet, unclassified.

Emiya had finished his noodles just as he found a combination suited for werewolves. He wrote it down and quickly set to work on casting the bullets. Now, if only he find a combination that worked on those pesky Dementors.

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AN: How was that guys? Good? Bad? Ugly? I loved writing this one. Probably because of the world building i got to. Most of the stuff some of you (no doubt) can't recognize is actual stuff that exists in the 'verses (their just never at the forefront). Except the Suppression of Magic act, that was my own invention.

Anyone wanna help Kerry decide who to teach about the Executors and Enforcers?

-Also! I'm going to start putting the billions of story Ideas that pop into my head (but can never actually do anything with!) on my profile. I've already got 2 put up there! If'n ye be in need of some inspiration, ye may find it in me ADHD infected mind...