A/N: Yo! I am sorry for the long wait for this chapter, but I got caught up in playing an online video game called Marvel Avengers Alliance. It is a pretty cool game and extremely easy to lose track of time in.

Sorry for the delay, but, without further ado, here is the next chapter!

I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter 6

Harry glanced down at his Durmstraung handbook that was disguised as his transfiguration textbook. He had been going through it for the last week with his new mentor, Quirrel, and he was a bit surprised at the materials inside of the book.

The book had information all the way down to its location and the spells that were necessary to learn if you wanted to transfer in at the moment.

Harry was surprised to learn that Durmstraung offered several more classes than Hogwarts and also went a bit in depth with the dark arts and gave information about everything that they needed to know about the dark arts before they had started using them.

McGonagall glanced down at him to make sure that he was actually doing his work before she nodded grudgingly.

McGonagall had a huge grudge against him for being in Ravenclaw, she talked about being fair, but, she was as caught up in the hype of Slytherin being dark and Ravenclaw having a great chance of going dark.

Harry smirked at her as she went away. It was always fun to trick McGonagall into anything. He could still remember how he had gotten the twins in trouble and how they had been sentenced.

McGonagall wasn't the only issue that Harry had had in the last few weeks.

Harry had noticed that his father had stopped writing him as much as before whenever he had been away for Quidditch, and his brother had distanced himself away from Harry a small bit. It wasn't noticeable, but Harry was one to notice any small difference. It didn't help that Ron had pulled Daniel away from Harry at every opportunity.

So, Harry had immersed himself in his textbooks and continually studied. Before, he had been on his second year of spells and third year of potions, but that had changed. Harry was now on the end of his third year of potions and a third of the way through the spells and electives of third year.

Quirrel was also still helping, and that was why Harry was in the situation that he was in right then.

"Incendio," Harry called out, only for Quirrel to dodge to the side and immerse him in some kind of net with a wave of his wand. Harry tried to get out using an elemental fire spell, but he could not escape.

"Stupefy," Quirrel called out.

Harry was struck by the spell and knocked out.

When he came to, Quirrel was pacing the room.

"Are you sure that you are serious about this training?" Quirrel asked sharply.

Harry flinched and said, "Yes, I am one hundred percent sure."

Quirrel nodded and said, "Why do you want the training. I need a good answer."

Harry thought for a second before answering.

"I want to be the best. There will be no one stronger, no one more powerful, and no one smarter than I am." Harry said with determination.

"What will you do to get to your goal?" He asked.

"I will train day in and day out if need be." Harry responded.

Quirrel smirked and said, "And if someone got in your way?"

"I would remove them with whatever force necessary." Harry responded immediately, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Very well, then. I think that it is time that we stepped up our lessons." Quirrel said.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"I think it is time that you learn about the dark arts." Quirrel said with a smirk on his face.

"T-the dark arts," Harry stammered out.

"Yes, you have said that you want to be the best. In order to be the best, you must understand all magicks." Quirrel said with a nod of his head.

Harry just nodded, he could understand the logic, but he didn't like it.

"What are the dark arts driven by?" Quirrel asked sharply.

"They are driven by the intent to hurt." Harry responded immediately. It was one of the things that were drilled into him at a young age.

"Correct, however, what are some light spells like the good version of the cutting curse?" Quirrel scowled, it was obvious that this was one of his less favorite spells.

"The desire to cut or to cleave, sometimes to knock out or dispose of." Harry responded.

"Good, now, I ask you this, what is the difference between the two magicks given what you just said." Quirrel said.

Harry thought for a second and then shrugged.

"Excellent, you have gotten your first lesson. There is no such thing as dark or light magic, just morons and bigots who like to keep the power to themselves." Quirrel said with an evil smirk.

Harry nodded his head slowly, it was common information that the ministry was run by bigots who loved power, why wouldn't they keep power in the form of the dark arts.

Then, the lesson concluded and they left the room.

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October 31st, 1991 Halloween

"TROLL, TROLL in the dungeons! Thought you ought to know," Quirrel said before he passed out.

Harry blinked before he saw all of the houses departing.

He scouted around and noticed his brother and Ron (as he had learned the pathetic moron was called) were missing.

He shrugged before heading back to his house with the rest of his mates.

After all, it was likely that Ron and his brother were somewhere goofing off. What were the odds that they would come face to face with a mountain troll? After all, the school was big and in the dungeons. Once they were notified of it, they would probably get out of the way and head back to their dorm.

They wouldn't do anything stupid like taking it out, right?

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