A/N: Alright, time for another chance to rip on both Malfoy and Umbridge in a single chapter! There's not much right now that could be better, is there? Aside from owning the franchises, right? Well, either way, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you all enjoyed the others! =)

Disclaimer: Since I'm tired of putting this here, look at the summary.

Chapter Three

No, I Will Not Fix Your Computer

"I still can't believe that we were talking with the new professor yesterday," Ron muttered for what must have been the millionth time. Hermione, a tad annoyed, rolled her eyes.

"There're more important things," She said. "Like that Umbridge woman. She's from the Ministry, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Then that means the Ministry's trying to slip into Hogwarts!" She hissed, frustrated that the boys didn't get it.

"...Is that bad?" Harry asked, still a bit confused.

"Ugh, yes!" Getting more frustrated by the second. "They're trying to get to keep an eye on Dumbledore! The Minister might be giving her power, and she might try to mess with everything we've got here!"

"...That is bad," Ron and Harry agreed at once. The girl of the trio sighed in exasperation and finally gave up as they entered the Great Hall at last, ready for breakfast and to receive their schedules.

Upon taking their seats, ignoring the few amount of people up at the somewhat-early hour, they began to put food on their plates and started to eat. A few minutes later, Professor McGonnagal, their Head of House, passed their schedules to them. Hermione, always one to take any given oppurtunity, immediantly asked a question.

"Professor," She began, then taking a moment to swallow her bite. "Do you know anything about the new class?"

"All I can say," Said the wizened woman, a small smile reaching her lips to the golden trio's surprise. Since when did she smile so easily? "Is that you three had best pay attention; Professor Nozawa's senses are sharp and he will not tolerate any fooling around in his class... but once you pass some tests, I'm sure you will enjoy it."

"Why'd she smile like that?" Harry wondered, his attention now completely captured and his intrique peaked. "I don't see any reason for her to smile at a simple question..."

"Maybe it made her think of something she liked?" Hermione guessed, also at a loss, as she looked at her schedule. "We should get going soon, though."

"Ugh, double Potions with the Slytherins again!" Ron groaned unhappily, as he and Harry stood reluctantly.

Being with Snape for two periods was not going to be fun. Afterwards was Herbology with the Hugglepuffs, which was so bad; but then they had another class with the Slytherins! They didn't have that many classes with their rivals, but there was one with them that showed a bit of promise: the Care of Strange Creatures class, with Professor Nozawa, after lunch. Nobody had seen him teaching yet, but people couldn't help but stare at his obvious refusal to wear traditional wizarding robes; most of the members of the Great Hall, and the students in the hallways, watched him as he went off to his classroom to prepare for his first class, which was to be with the Ravenclaws. So many Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had signed up that they had to take classes seperately; however, with so few Gryffindors and Slytherins applying to the class, they were bunched up. All of the class times were double-length, to match their Care of Magical Creatures counterparts. Nevertheless, this new class and professor was going obviously going to be quite interesting.

I don't ever wanna be like you

I don't wanna do the things you do

"Ugh, I hate Snape!" Harry growled out again. "And Malfoy! Those two bloody gits..."

"Harry, just drop it already," Hermione said.

"You wouldn't say that if you understood," Ron told her, a little more harshly than necessary.

"I understand, but there's no need to brood about it!"

"Hey, hey, hey," One Weasley twin said, coming up to the golden trio, cutting them off. "Have you heard of Nozawa's style?"

"No," Ron said simply.

"Well, we heard that –" FredorGeorge began, but were once again cut off.

"Quiet, you gits, we're there!" Hermione hissed to them. Normally the twins would glare at her, but they quieted up immediantly, as they all walked in and took up various seats, mostly to the front.

Soon after, the rest of the class came in. Harry noticed Malfoy coming in and sneering at him, so the former just turned forward and scowled at the wood on the desk. Once he looked up again, however, he noticed that the chalk board was strange... it was white. After a few moments, it clicked – it was the muggle version of a chalk board, also known as a white board. It used markers instead of chalk.

Why would he use that instead of a chalk board? Harry thought, confusion showing on his face as the teacher stood from his desk and moved to in ofront of the class.

"Good afternoon, class," Professor Nozawa said with a genuine smile on his face. Some of the easier-to-impress girls immediantly swooned, despite his strange clothing.

"Hello, Professor," mumbled a few voices among the crowd.

"...Wow, is there anybody alive in this class?" He asked sarcastically, his smile widening to a grin. A few chuckles were heard. To this he frowned a bit. "Okay, enough; all of you, wake up. If you expected this class to be an easy 'A', I'll tell you now: you were mistaken. For the next month or so, you will be taking a lot of notes. Afterwards, there will be a fairly big exam, and if you don't pass it, you must take it again. You can not move on to the next step until that exam has been passed. Understood?"

"Yes, Professor," The vast majority of the class said, clearly listening now, since nobody wanted to take a big exam multiple times. The man smiled again.

"Good! Then we can move on to the first part of the class!" He said happily. "First, put away your wands; you won't need them for now. After you've done that, everyone take out a quill and some parchment, we're going to be covering a lot of material today. Before that, however, I'll go over some quick class rules.

"First of all, look around you. Every single thing you see in the classroom, including your classmates, are to be treated with respect. End of discussion. Second, almost all questions are allowed; however, if you ask a stupid question, I will tell you that it is, and I will probably not answer it. Finally, after we cover about a week's worth of material – if we make good time – I'll introduce you to some good friends of mine, and I'll give you a couple of rules regarding them. Any questions so far?"

"Yeah, why is a muggle like you teaching this class?" Malfoy sneered from the back of the classroom, his feet propped up on his empty desk.

"What, you think you could do better, or at least find someone else who's better?" Nozawa countered.

"Well, I pro –"

"No, you couldn't, Mr. Malfoy. You don't have the connections; Professor Dumbledore, however, does. So now that I've answered your question, ten points from Slytherin for disrespect. If you don't know how you did that, then you're beyond help at this point. Any other questions?"

"Yes, sir," Said Hermione as she raised her hand.

"Ah, yes... Mrs. Granger, wasn't it?" Nozawa said calmly, turning a little bit sideways to grab a marker for the board.

"Yes, sir. How is this class any different from Care of Magical Creatures?"

"Ah! So glad you asked!" Nozawa said enthusiastically. "That brings me to my main point for today!"

He put the marker at the top of the board, and began writing, but soon stopped. Having written the word before, and with the help of his wand in earlier classes, the board recognized the word and finished it for him. Kind of like the AutoComplete feature on some of his home land's computers. He wrote the second word to the phrase, which also completed itself. Then he wrote two more words – one of which was quite foreign. Capping the marker, spelled to never dry up, he turned back to the class.

"The material we will covering all year will be centered on creatures called Pocket Monsters," Professor Nozawa began, his smile still there. He obviously loved these creatures. "But since humans are lazy, they're more commonly known as Pokémon. And yes, the 'Monster' part is accurate, considering the capabilities of the creatures. Everyone, take out your texts and open them to page six and read it."

Once all the surprisingly thin – since there was only so much that could be covered by simple words – books were opened to the designated spot, Aromi turned back to the board and began to write once more. These words, however, did not complete themselves; it gave the students time to skim the contents of the book. Once they looked up, they found what they'd just skimmed written on the board.

"Alright, so these are the seventeen different Pokémon types," He began. "By that, I mean elemental types. Admitedly, 'Fighting' isn't a natural element, but that's the easiest way to explain it. Any and all Pokémon go under at least one of these categories. There are two pictures on page six; the first is of a Pikachu, an electric type. Any guesses as to why it is that type?"

A few hands went up, but none as eagerly as Hermione's.

"Mrs. Granger, while I appreciate your eagerness, I would rather have someone else answer. So, we will go with Mrs...?"

"Weasley, sir."

"Alright, Mrs. Weasley, what is your guess?"

"Is it an electric since it's vulnerable to electrcity?"

"Not quite, but you're close," Nozawa said gently. "While Pikachu does have a close relationship with electricity, it is not a weakness, nor is it a strength. The truth is the fact that any and all Pikachu have full control over electrical currents – including their own."

"Sir?" Harry said, raising his hand.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Potter, correct?"

"Yes, sir, but what do you mean by 'their own'?"

"What I mean is that a Pikachu, along with all mature electric-type Pokémon, are capable of generating electricity within their own bodies. While it is true that all creatures have tiny electric currents running through them – that's how the nerves work – a Pikachu is able to generate a seperate electrical charge that runs into the thousands of volts. A fully-powered Thunder attack from one has the possibility of frying the target."

There were immediantly hushed whispers about this information.

"Although, not all of these creatures control electricity. Some control fire, and like the dragons of the magical world, have a pocket of flame inside their bodies running at all times. Rather predictably, their internal temperuture is quite high. Conversely, there are some with total control over water; a few, known as 'Normal' types, are able to learn to control several elements. A single Normal-type, like the Meowth in your texts, once fully matured, is capable of controlling fire, water, and electricity."

More hushed and amazed whispers. Until one hand was raised.

"Sir, what's this about a Pokémon changing form?" One guess as to who asked this.

"Well, Mrs. Granger, that's another part of the basics we need to cover, and I'll go over it soon, I promise."

As the class went on, similar to the earlier ones, many things were taught. The class took many, many notes; they covered single-type Pokémon, the advantages and disadvantages of evolution, and countless other topics. Once they had left the classroom, Aromi sat down at his desk again, glad he was done for the day. He needed the time to prepare for the next day and to relax. He waved his wand at the board – thank Arceus for Dumbledore's help in mastering it! – and wiped it clean, including its AutoComplete memory. Tomorrow would be another new day, and it was going to get busy. The first day was the only double-period class, since it was used to cover a ton of material; the rest of the classes were going to be just as well-paced, and hopefully, just as interesting. With a light sigh, Aromi went back into his room – connected to the classroom – and found his Luxray there, curled up next to his Espeon. The two were quite good friends, hence why they were so close at the moment. Smiling lightly, he opted to leave them be and head outside for the moment and use the beautiful day's remaining time by letting his other Pokémon relax outside of their Pokéballs, enchanted to work on the grounds. Out there, he sat by the lake and relaxed with the rest of his team...

A/N: Well, that's chapter three for you. Yay for ripping on Malfoy again! Don't worry, he'll get it a lot in this story, mwa ha ha ha! Either way, review, please!