Chapter 7: The New CoM Professor
A few weeks after Trelawney's sacking, Umbridge had confronted Hagrid in somewhat of the same setup. Dumbledore had immediately contacted Jamtland. With a knowing smile, she flooed into Dumbledore's office.
"Jelle. I hope you could help me with a situation…" Dumbledore started.
"You want me to substitute for Hagrid." Jamtland finished. "But, I do want you to know that I will be dragging someone along with me as an assistant."
"Of course, I expect you and your assistant is ready to?"
"Yeah. Just inform your staff and students that even though we may look young, we are up to the job."
"Who is this assistant of yours?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"His name is Alfred F. Jones. He should be arriving with our luggage around this time." Jamtland replied.
With a crack, America arrived in the office, with a ridiculous amount of luggage in both arms. "Hey Jamt," America said with a certain black troll cat sat on top of his head. "Can you get Hevn off me? I know you didn't want to bring her along but she climbed onto me with all of this luggage in my hands."
With a sigh, Jamtland removed the cat from America's head. She would have to scold the small troll cat later. "Jamt… when are we going to see Iggy?!" America whined as he set down the rest of the luggage in his hands.
"During the break or at lunch. We need to head down to the grounds now if we want to even teach the kids."
Like a puppy, America followed Jamtland onto the grounds near the forbidden forest. "Remember, this lesson we're teaching them about troll cats since we have Hevn here." Jamtland took the small troll cat off her head. "Don't use country names. We're going to be surrounded by human children who will probably tell their parents everything."
"Okay, Ms I-am-a-control-freak."
"I am not!"
America chuckled. "Well, look!" He pointed the group of students heading down the hill. "The students are coming!"
Another group were a few yards behind the first group. The first group seemed to be affiliated with red, while the other was affiliated with green. "They're the fifth years. Remember, red is Gryffindor, green is Slytherin."
"Yeah, yeah, got it, whatever." Jamtland could hear the American's annoyance.
"You don't throw away critical information like that Jones!"
"Call me Alfred. It's weird being called Jones."
The two groups of students arrived, both groups seemed slightly shocked by the age of the two new professors in front of them. "Hello class," Jamtland started. "I am your substitute Care of Magical Creatures professor, Jamie Jelle. This is my assistant Al —"
"Alfred F. Jones! It's nice to meet you!" Jamtland sighed.
"Would you shut up for once…?" she mumbled, more to herself. "Anyways, today, we will be learning about a creature from Scandinavia, troll cats. Does anyone here know what a troll cat is?" No one raised their hands.
"Well, to put it simply, it is a type of creature usually resembling a cat, though it could resemble a ball of yarn. These troll cats are made from the items such witch or wizard's hair and toenails rolled into a ball. Rumours say that they, the few that actually have troll cats, call upon Satan while dropping their blood onto the ball and it comes to life to steal milk," America said.
"I didn't expect America to do something actually useful…" Jamtland thought to herself. She held out Hevn. "This is a troll cat. Don't worry, she's friendly. Though, I must say that the rumour that witches and wizards call upon Satan is frankly not true. This is my troll cat, and I did nothing of the sort." (She called upon a demon)
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"Hermione, what did you think of the new professors?" Harry asked. He was pretty shocked at how old they looked. The professor looked as if she could be still in school.
"Professor Jelle seems to have her priorities straight, while Professor Jones seems to be a child constantly watched over by her," She replied casually.
"Hermione, did you just insult Professor Jones?" Ron asked, agasp. Ron had never seen Hermione insult any teacher other than Professor Trelawney.
"No, that's just how Professor Jones acts like. The honest truth," she huffed. "I'm off to prefect duty, you should go too." With that, she left.
"What is up with girls these days?" Ron groaned. "I don't get them at all…"
"Well —" George said as he slung his arm over Ron's shoulder. Fred had done so on the other side.
"Dear brother." Fred continued.
"Maybe the problem is you The twins said in sync.
"No! It isn't! You're just trying to provoke me!" Ron shot back, his ears getting redder.
George let out an exaggerated gasp of horror. "We could never provoke our Ickle Ronnikins. Isn't that right, Forge?"
"Indeed, dear Gred." Harry watched in amusement as the siblings interacted. Oh, but how he wished he had a family as well...
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"Jamt! Let's go see Iggy now!" America exclaimed as he pulled Jamtland up to the castle. "Do you know where he would be?"
Jamtland sighed. "You are such an idiot. Follow me." Once again, like a puppy, America followed Jamtland. He gave a radiant smile, one that even made the stars seem dull. Though Jamtland could say that he was a star, with the never-ending lights of New York City in his country, it made sense.
They arrived at England's door, America practically jumping with excitement. "We should probably knock befo —" It was too late, America had already barged into England's office.