A/N: Hello, all! Yeah, it's been a couple of days since the last update, but hey, it's the holidays and I'm doing a bunch of travelling. Like a lot of the other crazy people in this world. Other than that, this is Chapter 7 at last, and Nozawa's students are still kinda shocked about his battling skill. For those of you who despise people who are good at everything (like Nozawa at this point), have no fear! There'll be some things he's no good at. Which will be revealed very soon. Maybe even in this chapter! Either way, thanks to all the reviewers and I hope you enjoy this chapter! ^-^
Chapter Seven
In Soviet Russia, Zero Divides by You!
"How are you guys feeling?" Nozawa asked his team, as they all relaxed in his office. He'd long since used Full Restores on them, with plenty of 'em to spare. They still needed their rest, though. "Better?"
There was a quiet chorus of what sounded like, to him, as confirmation to his inquires. Algida, the Dialga basking in the sunlight with Espeon on her head, opened one eye to look at her trainer. The warm smile on his countenance was gentle and inviting, and it only made her smile in return. He noticed her watching him and nodded to her. She just nodded slightly in return, closing her eye once more.
"Actually, Algida," Nozawa began. "Think you could come into the classroom today?"
Well... The Dialga began to say, considering it. As long as those brats treat me with the respect I deserve.
"And if they don't...?"
An evil, mischievious grin immediantly appeared on Algida's lips, and that just made Aromi roll his eyes. He nodded, though.
"Want to come down to breakfast with me?"
Sure, Algida said, rolling her eyes up towards where Espeon was on her head. Aromi headed out of his office/bedroom to the classroom, making sure everything was ready for that day's lesson. Espeon... hey, Espeon. Unless you want to sleep on a bumpy ride, you'd better get off.
Mmmm... Espeon moaned quietly, forcing one eye open, then the other. Aw, man... you're so warm! Where are you going, anyway?
Breakfast.
With Aromi?
No, with Santa Claus.
In that case, I'm staying right here to stay warm, Espeon replied to Algida's sarcasm, returning the favor completely.
Oh, just get off!
Espeon giggled as she leapt onto her trainer's bed beside Kyashii, whom didn't move. Algida rolled her eyes at her teammate, then headed towards the door. Aromi, on the other side of it, sensed her approach to it and opened it for her. Thankfully, Dumbledore had foreseen the possibility of his new professor having such a large Pokémon. As a result, it was easy for her to get out into the hallway. Following her trainer, she finally got to see the hallways of Hogwarts for herself. The rest of the team, since they weren't legendary Pokémon like her, they had told her about it. Due to her status, Aromi had decided not to reveal her precense until the right moment. Which had ended up being Saturday's battle. The team had taken all of Sunday to rest up, while the students got over the shock of his and Cynthia's abilities – speaking of her, she was no longer in the building, having head home via portkey – and get their homework done. Oh, and they had Quidditch tryouts. Although Professor Nozawa had reserved it for a day later in the week.
Wow, these moving paintings really are kind of weird, Algida said rather abruptly. The brusque manner of her statement made her trainer laugh for a moment.
"Yeah, they kinda are," he agreed with a grin to her. She just rolled her eyes.
I hear there's a big library here. Have you gone to it yet?
"Not yet. Haven't had the time."
Yeah, those classes do seem to take a lot of your time.
"Not as much as they used to. By winter break the students shouldn't need my help as much."
You're going to use the class time to have them train?
"I haven't totally decided yet, but with the way things are going, I'll probably end up doing that."
Algida nodded, and was about to say more when she spotted the moving staircases. Right as one moved. She froze, mouth agape. Aromi immediantly noticed and laughed. At her expense, of course. She glared daggers at him; sadly, all her daggers seemed to be coated in liquid laughing gas, because he just laughed a little more enthusiastically. She gave up and sighed as she caught up to him and followed his lead to the Great Hall for some food.
Welcome back winter once again,
And put on your warm fuzzy sweater.
"Bloody hell," Ron said upon entering the Hall. There, by Nozawa, was the impressively powerful Dialga. "There it is again! That... that... Pokémon!"
"Dialga," Hermione supplied, as she and her two friends sat in their seats. The other three Weasleys in their class came over.
"Did we..." Fred began. The Minun on his head helped in identifying him.
"Hear you..." George continued. Plusle grinned. She loved it when her trainer and his brother did this; it was just so entertaining! Rather predictably, Minun agreed.
"Correctly?"
"Is that Pokémon...
"Really Dialga?"
"Either that or a Ditto," Harry intervened. Although all he did was answer their question rather than stop their antics. At last, Harry noticed Riolu's current expression: it was that of surprise and shock and awe. "Yeah, it's pretty impressive, huh?"
"Rio..." Riolu agreed, almost completely zoned out. The very presence of the Dialga was enough to make him silent in awe at the magnificent beast.
The snowflakes fall gently to the ground,
The temperature drops and your shivers,
Freeze all the rivers around.
"Good afternoon, class," Aromi began once it was time for him to start the last class of the day. "Today we have a special guest. I must request that you all treat them with respect; failure to do so will result in a possibly painful experience."
"But you'll stop this person from doing that, right?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"Depends on what they do. Anyway, you can come in here now; just don't scare them too much, alright?"
When the visitor appeared, most of the class instantly had their jaws dropped. Most of the Pokémon stiffened, wondering what the creature was doing there. Considering that the visitor was Dialga, seeing these reactions was somewhat expected. The Dialga grinned to her trainer, whom just rolled his eyes.
"So, you wanna do the same as the last classes?" He asked her.
Sure, She said.
"Alright," The professor stepped back to the board and grabbed a marker. "Class, this is Algida. You may go ahead and ask her questions. I would suggest you follow the advice I gave earlier."
With that he turned the board around and stood on the other side. Then he cast a charm quietly that allowed him to watch the class as he began to manually write the same thing he'd written for the other classes. Rather predictably, Hermione raised her hand first. Then something came to mind.
"Oh!" Aromi said suddenly, poking his head out from behind the board. "I forgot to mention something. I've enchanted the air in front of the board. Whenever someone asks a question, it will be written in the air; the answer will be written there as well. The letters will only last a few moments once the answer is given, so if you wish to take notes, be quick. Okay, now you may ask your question, Ms. Granger."
"Er... well, Dialga," The young woman asked, her Cyndaquil silent. He didn't want to accidentally insult the powerful creature. "How many legendary Pokémon are there?"
At this point, there are... Algida took a moment to recall all of her colleagues and count them. Well, not that many. No more than twenty-five, really. And call me Algida.
The answer written in the air had been shortened to be easy to write down, just as the enchantment told it to. It said "No more than twenty-five". After a couple of seconds, Algida took a moment to get comfortable and nodded to another member of the room.
"Which of the legendary Pokémon is the most powerful?" Surprisingly, this was Neville.
Me, of course! Algida said with a grin. Some students chuckled. Seriously, there is one that's the strongest. I cannot answer your question any further. Sorry, but I'm simply not at liberty to give out his name without asking for his permission.
"And he's one of those that, if you pissed him off, it just might be the last thing you ever do," Professor Nozawa cut in.
Oh, how true that is. Next? How about one of the redhead twins?
"Well, Ms. Algida..." One began. If you must know, it was George.
"We were wondering..." Fred continued, picking up perfectly. Minun and Plusle grinned to each other.
Hey, I said one! Algida cut in, although she smiled along with the twins. Not both!
"Our apologies," They said at the same time, speaking as one. "We will ask as 'one', as you wish."
They're just like Lucario and Espeon, Algida commented silently to her trainer. He nodded in agreement.
Terrible, isn't it? He replied, making her smile a little more.
"Ms. Algida," The twins began together again. "What is the jewel in your chest for?"
Some would say it's the source of my abilities, Algida said. Some would say that it's just decoration. Some would say that it's both. In actuality, it is to help me control what comes naturally to me. There is an orb that is now a part of it that amplifies some of my attacks.
"What would this orb be, Ms. Algida?" The twins asked. "What does it look like?"
It's called the Adamant Orb. It looks similar to the jewel you see now; just smaller. Now who's next?
"Yeah, how stupid are you?" One guess as to who was stupid enough to ask this.
The class fell silent. Algida glanced at the letters in the air to make sure she heard correctly; when it was confirmed... oh, that boy was going to get it. Aromi stepped out from behind the board, sighing as he spun it back around and put the marker down, having finished.
"Mr. Malfoy," he began to say. "Fifteen points from Slytherin, and for insulting Algida's intelligence, I'm going to go ahead and let her get away with whatever she's going to do with you. After all, I did warn you ahead of time."
Algida's eyes were glowing a menacing blue, and suddenly the blonde was lifted out of his seat. Then he was turned upside down and his arms were locked to his sides. The blue aura surrounding him suddenly turned inward and seemed to strike an important chord deep within his being. Then the glow vanished. And he didn't move.
"W-What is this?" Malfoy exclaimed, frightened, as the blood rushed to his head.
Since you seem to be so brain-dead, Algida said, snarling slightly. The frightening look on her face was enough to make Malfoy come very close to peeing his pants. I'm going to help get a little more blood to it and see if that teaches you to treat me and my trainer with the respect we deserve, you little brat!
"Professor, do something!"
"Sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but there's nothing I can do," Aromi said. "Algida used a special power of hers. Once she had you in the position she wanted, she distorted time around you. From what I can tell, it will take until dinner for you to be able to reach the desk with your hands and pull yourself to the floor. I can't do anything about it."
"M-My father will hear of this!" The frightened boy exclaimed, hoping that would save him.
Nozawa went to his desk, searched through the drawers, then removed a paper. "That's fine, but it's not like he could do anything."
"W-Why the bloody hell not?"
"Remember this?" Aromi asked, smirking as he held up the paper.
"That's the liability release form, isn't it?" Hermione blurted out almost immediantly.
"Indeed it is. With this in hand, and since you've signed it, Mr. Malfoy... there is nothing your father can do. After all, you signed this, stating that you would take responsibility for anything that happens to you as a result of your actions. Since it was your foolishness that caused your current position, your father is powerless. Besides, if he tried to threaten Algida, things would go from bad to worse."
Silence reigned for a full minute. Then the questions started again, and Malfoy soon found out that the legendary Pokémon had been smart enough to make it so nothing but his own strength could get him down. His Seviper wouldn't be able to help him. As the questions continued, the rest of the class left him alone more and more. At last, the professor took over, and began to teach the class. He was talking about the subject of how there are other occupations dealing with Pokémon than Pokémon Battles. There were contests, races, all sorts of things. Some people even just have Pokémon as family members, and nothing more. At last, the bell rang, and the majority of the class left. Malfoy not included, of course. Professor Nozawa left with Algida to talk to the headmaster, leaving the boy alone to float upside down and with nothing to do but wait for him to be able to escape.
If speed's a pro,
Inertia must be a con.
"Did you see the look on Malfoy's face?" Ron asked at last, having been keeping it inside until dinner, waiting to see the look on said boy's face. Caterpie was on his shoulder, silent, as always.
"Yeah," Harry said, grinning himself. Riolu, sensing his trainer's pleased sense from seeing his rival suffer, smiled himself. "That was pretty good, wasn't it, Riolu?"
The little aura Pokémon's smile widened as he nodded. Oh, hell yes, that was one of the best things the trio had ever seen! Even Hermione, despite trying to remain stern about it, couldn't help but give in at last and agree. It had been quite entertaining. Perhaps he'd have learned some manners from the experience. If only they were that lucky...
Credits: Song lyrics from "Tip of the Iceberg" by Owl City.
A/N: Well, that was fun! It's entertaining to rip on Malfoy, isn't it? Review to tell me your answer! ^_^