"Annoying Blond Boys and Fat Toad Bitches"

Dante continued class after bringing the girl to the Infirmary. He tried his best to keep focused, but the demon he had just encountered was odder than the ones he'd encountered before. The toad woman known as Dolores Umbridge wasn't helping much with his train of thought at all, nor was that Malfoy boy taunting everyone who is or seems inferior to him. Dante smirked, knowing what to do the next day….

~:Next Day:~

Dante tapped his foot impatiently to wait for the class to come in. Beside him, sitting on a desk, was a cage with a red blanket draped over it. It rattled, and he hit it to make it stop.

Yet the toad woman came in with a particular strut and decked completely in pink. "Mr. Dante? I thought I was teaching today." she said in a fake innocent tone. Dante sneered. "Got the schedule wrong. Now scram."

The woman looked offended. "Wh-what did you say to me?" she asked.

Dante put his hands on the desk and glowered down at her. "Get. Out." he growled.

Umbridge showed fear in her eyes. Without another word, she left the classroom just as the class was walking in. Dante sighed, feeling particularly relieved that he lied to get his way. Yet he smirked, remembering his childhood. 'Used to work all the time back then.'

"Okay, for starters, get your books out. This lesson is kind of special, kind of creepy for those of you who have not seen a demon at all." He pulled the red blanket off of the cage and watched everyone's reactions. There was a mix between awe, surprise, and confusion in the students' faces. Hermione raised her hand. "What kind of demon is that?" she asked.

"A Blood Goyle." he replied. "Hard to kill. These things cannot be killed by a physical attack like a sword or a punch. Its best to get them with these things." He held up his gun, Ivory. "once they turn back to stone, that's when you land a sword attack on them. Swords are mostly affective once they're stone and these things won't be that way for long. So in other words, once you get it stonified, get your ass in gear and kill the damn thing cuz it'll revert back to its normal form and strike OR split into two goyles."

Everyone nodded. Hermione's hand shot up again. "How exactly do the goyles kill their enemies?" she asked.

Dante sighed. "They fly around, swoop down and try to drain you dry." he replied.

Everyone stared in shock. Dante shrugged and tapped his knuckle against the cage, making the Blood Goyle growl.

Malfoy chuckled. "Looks like the ugly thing doesn't like you. I can't blame it. Your lessons are pretty boring."

Dante strode over to Malfoy's desk. He bent down and glared at the boy. "Tell it to someone who cares." He smirked. "I wonder where he gets his big nose from?" He said out loud, hearing several kids chuckle.

Harry turned around with a smile on his face. "Professor, I know the answer to that." he said.

Dante stood up and turned around. "Enlighten me."

Harry chuckled. "He gets it from his ugly father."

Everyone roared with laughter. Dante smirked and bit back a laugh. "Does he now?" he turned back to Malfoy, who was fuming. "I knew a guy with a humongous nose like yours. Except his was bigger and he wasn't serious…AT ALL."

"My father will hear about this." Malfoy spat.

Dante shrugged. "Bring him on. I doubt he could do a damn thing to me." Dante retorted, making everyone but Malfoy and his posse cheer. A fat boy that looked like a troll cleared his throat. "Malfoy's father is a Ministry official." He said in a matter of fact tone.

Dante snorted. "Pfft. As if that has anything to do with it."

Malfoy growled. "You bastard!" he yelled.

Dante spun around and down-punched Malfoy's desk, shattering the wood work. "I'd think twice before calling me that."

Malfoy shuddered in fear. Dante grinned and walked away. "Class dismissed."

The students all stood up, gathered their things and left the classroom. Yet, Malfoy was the first to get out the door. Dante listened to the gossip of the students as they walked passed.

"I'm telling ya, Harry! Malfoy had it coming to him." said a voice he identified as Ron Weasley.

"He was a bit harsh on him though. What with destroying that desk and all." said the familiar voice of Hermione Granger.

"He still deserved it Hermione." Harry said. "Professor Dante doesn't seem to tolerate his type, huh?"

"Did you see the way he looked at Malfoy? It was pure hatred in his eyes. Professor Dante did that out of spite. I just know it." Hermione said. "Besides, no one deserves that kind of punishment. Whatever happened to Dante in the past must've affected his hatred for rich, snobby boys. It has to be…"

Dante let out a sigh. "No thanks to my brother," he said. "Rich and arrogant people make me sick."

No one paid him any mind. Dante was left alone once again in an empty classroom. The only thing keeping him company was the caged Blood Goyle, who cawed with affection. "Weird…No demon…Except for Trish has EVER took to me like that…"

The door opened, revealing Umbridge. "May I have a word-"

"Sit down, this could take a while." he said, with a stern look on his face.

Dante's plotting something. Umbridge is plotting something. And Malfoy is crying to his daddy. WHAT THE HELL?