LordCaldrin45 missing chapters. Chapter 11
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Hogwarts, Dumbledore's Office
December 11th, 1995
Dumbledore and the Master Chief strolled through the school as numerous passing students whispered and pointed. Upon reaching the office, Dumbledore gracefully settled into his seat and produced his wand.
"Please take a seat," Dumbledore kindly requested, as a chair materialized right before the Master Chief's eyes. John sat down and regarded Dumbledore with curiosity. "Sir, what did you wish to discuss?" Chief inquired.
"Well, Master Chief, I shall be frank. Professor Umbridge has set her sights on you. Were it not for my presence in this school, she would swiftly attempt to remove you. I must implore you to steer clear of her," Dumbledore advised.
"Well, that's surprising. She always appeared quite fond of us here," Cortana remarked sarcastically. Dumbledore let out a small chuckle before informing Chief that Umbridge would arrive within a few minutes.
"Hem, Hem."
Dumbledore turned away from Chief and faced Umbridge. "Ah, there she is. Professor, would you care for a lemon drop?"
"Umm... No," Dolores responded, her disdain evident. "Dumbledore, would you mind, hem, hem, leaving us alone?"
"Why, certainly, Professor. Though, I do hope you'll be swift," Dumbledore replied without budging an inch.
Feeling uncomfortable, Dolores drew her wand and cast the Muffliato spell. As a result, Dumbledore's ears were filled with a buzzing sound. Turning around, he calmly popped a lemon drop into his mouth, seemingly unfazed.
In her high-pitched voice, Umbridge addressed the Master Chief, "We are delighted to have you here! However, upon contacting the Ministry of Magic, I discovered that you are essentially a squatter, with no offense intended. To remain at this school, you must secure a job. Unfortunately, all positions are currently filled. Hence, you will be evicted after the Christmas break." With a sense of satisfaction, she departed.
"What a pathetic and petty toad," Cortana grumbled. She turned to Dumbledore, who had courteously refrained from eavesdropping and explained the situation.
"Ah, what a predicament. May I suggest taking up a teaching role?" Dumbledore proposed.
"What role? We are not well-versed in the ways of magic, sir," Chief pointed out.
"Chief is correct. We lack expertise in your world," Cortana added.
Dumbledore chuckled and replied, "Why, you do not need it. You possess your own valuable experiences in your own field!" The Master Chief and Cortana then grasped Dumbledore's intention.
"If that is the case, sir, perhaps I can teach basic strategy and self-defense," Chief suggested.
"Another Defense Against the Dark Arts class would be excellent. Shall we name it 'Muggle Defensive Arts'?" Dumbledore proposed.
"That sounds splendid," Cortana approved. "Don't you agree, Chief?"
"It will suffice, sir," Chief replied.
Later, at dawn...
"Why, what a magnificent sight," Flitwick exclaimed, taken aback by the grandeur of the Dawn in its ruined state.
"It will be a challenging task, perhaps taking a few months, but it will make for an excellent classroom," Cortana optimistically remarked. Chief and Flitwick then entered the ship and began the repair work.
Hogwarts
December 11th, 1995
As the break drew near, numerous flyers were hung up, advertising a mysterious new class: Muggle Defensive Arts. The most intriguing aspect was its professor, Sierra One-One-Seven. Many students, including one bushy-haired witch, joined out of sheer curiosity.
"I can't believe you joined that class. Aren't you a Muggle-born? Don't you already know this stuff, Hermione?" Ron inquired.
"Yes, I am a Muggle-born, but I have no knowledge of muggle fighting techniques. It will be interesting and useful," Hermione replied.
"Couldn't you just use your wand?" Ron questioned further.
"Well, what if I find myself in a public muggle space? Magic is not always the answer, you know."
"I agree with her," Harry chimed in as he entered the conversation.
"I joined the class too, Ron," Harry divulged. "It's the only class here, apart from Umbridge's, that teaches us how to defend ourselves."
"Blimey, I might as well join. Where's the form?" Ron exclaimed. Hermione pointed him towards the signing area, which had a long line.
"Great," Ron muttered.
Forward Unto Dawn (Halo 3, not Halo 4 model)
January 12th, 1996
"Thank you for your assistance, sir," Chief expressed his gratitude.
"Oh, it was my pleasure, Chief," Flitwick replied.
The ship was now fully operational. The other half of the ship was sealed with wood and stone. Inside, the power was restored. The hangar bay had been transformed into a classroom, with windows cut to allow natural light. Chairs were arranged, a chalkboard was set up, and padding was added for practical demonstrations. In the Bridge, Chief had established his own living quarters. A simple mattress and basic necessities were provided, though the overall appearance of the Bridge remained unchanged. The Chief's inventory was stored, with some essentials remaining within reach. Flitwick had also made the Warthogs self-drivable, enabling transportation of students to and from the ship.
John knelt down and extended his hand to Flitwick, whose tiny hand clasped his. They bid farewell and went their separate ways.
Nighttime embraced the Chief as he lay in the Bridge, gazing through the window at the dark and magnificent Forbidden Forest.
"Chief, is something troubling you?" Cortana inquired.
"I've just realized I've never really taught children before," the Chief replied.
"You'll be fine. You've taken down entire armies and more. Teaching can't be that difficult, John," Cortana reassured, pausing for a moment. "You'll be great. I have faith in you."
"I hope so," Chief whispered, his gaze fixed on the enchanting night beyond the window.
