Harry was beaming with excitement, just as he and Agatha dropped Hermione in her class they went to their own next class, which was defense against the dark arts. That, in and out of itself, was making him so happy that he almost skipped there, after all if they were to learn how to defend themselves from something, they first needed to learn about that thing. The thought alone of the teacher giving him names of dangerous and dark spells for him to find were something that he would never frown upon. After all he knew that, a kind of spell that you needed protection from weren't always of the ''destructive'' kind, but of the ''making yourself someone to be wary at'' kind.

And that was something that he needed, even if he already knew how to work with people like these wizards, the kind of people that would either believe whatever you say without a doubt, or would do whatever you said with enough power, being political, monetary, or physical(or magical in this case he supposed). And even if he guessed right, then this body of his couldn't use enough power to make his old spells… oh how he missed his magic snakes and chains already, even if they were his blazblue(which was bound to his soul now thanks to izanami's power) he couldn't just show them like a kid would a new toy, after all, secrecy was the best way to be prepared for anything.

As he entered the class with Agatha at his side he felt like all of his good mood disappeared in an instant. He saw, and smelled, garlic in the whole room, enough to make even a person without a nose sense the sell itself. But that wasn't the problem, no, the problem was the man sitting in the desk in the front of the class. Oh how could he sense the darkness emanating from the man, and even if he didn't take into account that, he could see that the man was really uncomfortable, shaking like a leaf and looking as if he would jump if he saw his own shadow. That stark contrast of malice and shakiness could only tell him one thing that made him smile darkly, the man was possessed with something dark.

Oh! How precious! The man was actually nothing more than a puppet of a dark essence, and the work was shoddy at best. Even when he was two separate entities his work was better than that, maybe the man had something like an extra face somewhere in that turban of his. He already could imagine if someone was inside this place, and so… ''well hidden'' in a teacher then he needed something that only a teacher could get his hands on, now the question was what exactly. Just as he was thinking that, he took a seat in the front, as close to the teacher as he could, with Agatha following his very step and sitting at his side.

Agatha was puzzled, harry was in such a good mood when she had told him that the next class was D.A.D.A; but the moment he entered the place was like if he had entered the hypothetical mouth of the werewolf. But immediately after he smiled and took the seat closest to the teacher. There was something wrong but she couldn't see what… maybe he disliked the smell of garlic? she would have to remember that in the future.

-Welcome to defense against dark arts- the teacher stuttered as he saw the last student enter his class- My name is Quirinus Quirrell and I will be your teacher in the subject- he stuttered again.

However, when he tried to stand up from his desk to keep talking he tripped with his own robes almost making fall to the ground. That made everyone in the classroom laugh at him, everyone but one kid Quirrell noted, the kid was smiling, yes, but his smile was not because of his fake clumsiness, no. it was at him in general. An amusing smile that he could only remember seeing in his master when he knew that someone tried to lie to him, and that, made him worry, and not only him. For he could feel the worry from his master as well, no matter how small it was, and that made him worry even more, the rest of the day didn't go as quirrel and his master planned to. They had planned to make themselves known as a professor that couldn't talk without fear of tripping with his own feet, and they succeeded but by making real mistakes out of worry, and not fake planned ones. That kid, harry potter was even more dangerous that he could have even imagined.

When Agatha and harry were on their way to the great hall they encountered Hermione and ron, and deciding something that he knew would make the whole school shake to its base.

-Hey Hermione, ron, would you like to eat with us in our table?- he asked with a smile as he offered his arm to Hermione again.

To say that the look in the faces of the three other were funny to harry would be an understatement, Hermione looked as if she had been said that she won the lottery. Ron however, looked at him as if he had grown a second head, a third arm, and was spitting acid out of his eyes.

-Are you serious?- asked the three to harry who was amused to their synchronized question, to which he responded with a simple nod of his head.

-I would love to!- almost screamed Hermione as she hugged his arm, not noticing how Agatha was looking at harry, asking him with her stare if he could do that, and he responded with his own stare and smirk as if saying ''you think I can't?''.

-no thanks- said ron after Hermione-I think I will stay in the gryffindor table- he said apprehensible to which Hermione only stared at him for a moment before shrugging it off, as they approached the great hall door harry said.

-Let's go then!- harry smile grew as he took Agatha with his free arm, and, with both witches in his arms, he opened the door with a well placed kick, and a subsequent *thunk* of both doors opening and hitting the walls behind them.

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And that's all I have, let's see how the school reacts to a slytherin harry with a very happy ''mudblood'' witch.

I hope everyone has a happy Halloween! (for it's my favorite holyday even if in my country it's not celebrated.)

And until next time, don't know when it will be, BUT! it will be in a month from now, at most. So do not worry, this fic will go on! For many chapters more.

Goodnight everybody!