Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his chair, writing in one of the various parchments around his desk. The summer vacation is for the students, but for him, is where more work has to be done. And he thinks there is a curse in the position of professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, but the Hogwarts board of governors thinks otherwise.

Dumbledore could not blame them, the curse started when he became the Headmaster, and he was the only one that had to deal with it. The patience of the board is getting thin, as the information about the Troll was given to them. Worse is that the stone was stolen. And even with the help of the Aurors, the case remained unsolved.

His fear was that the stone was taken by Voldemort or one of his followers, but the lack of movement of the known death eaters made him think otherwise. Especially when he has Severus Snape close, and he was not called, and to his knowledge, none of the other death eaters.

The Headmaster sighed a little before he continued with his paperwork.

A sudden knock on the door woke him from his world of work. "Come in, Minerva", said Dumbledore from his chair, while storing his quill.

Professor McGonagall entered the room with a big smile, and with her cheeks a little pink, "Headmaster, mister Osbourne is here". Dumbledore stood up when a man in black robes entered.

The man was wearing similar half-moon glasses, but the ones he was wearing were sunglasses. No beard, and long black hair. On his neck is a necklace with a Christian cross.

"Mr Osbourne. I have waited for your visit. Please, sit", offered Dumbledore, and his visitor took sit. "Thank you".

"How is Sharon?" asked the headmaster, with a small indirect to her headmistress.

"It's doing good. She is, she's still laughing at your last visit", answered Osbourne while smiling. Albus laughed a little with some shame. His last visit to the MACUSA never happened as he met Sharon Osbourne before and talked about the incident.

The album was reviewed by the MACUSA beforehand, and it seems that the inclusion of 'electricity' in the song, broke any potential problem. The song was, at that moment, the subject of discussion, they did not want that the problem of the killing curse happened again.

Some hundreds of years ago the curse was used in muggle literature, and it was spread worldwide. The problem was that young muggle-born kids used the word when playing, ending in tragedy. After many exhausting years passed, the word was changed in their literature. A book or two may have escaped, but it was as far as they could go.

That incident set a precedent for all wizarding communities who tried to control what could be known about them. They all agreed that the Muggles should have an idea of magic with their literature and other forms of communication, to help the muggle-burns understand the concept of magic.

"Lemon drop, Mr Osbourne?" offered the headmaster.

"No thanks. And quick calling me Mr Osbourne. Call me Ozzy. Like everyone does", said the visitor, who took a bag from his robes. Minerva tried to see what was in the bag, but Dumbledore dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

"Bat head?" now offered Ozzy, and Dumbledore frowned a little before denying it with his head. Ozzy took a head and eat it. "They are made of chocolate, you know?"

"Before I started, I guessed that Sharon already told you what we talked", said Dumbledore, and Ozzy only nodded.

"I want to ask for your assistance, Ozzy. I want to offer you the position of Professor of Defense Against Dark Arts".

The singer leaned his back to the chair and answered, "Coming back to Hogwarts? To teach? You want me to teach defence against the Dark Arts?" Ozzy chuckled a little before continuing, "You know that I would end up teaching the Dark Arts, right?"

The headmaster smiled, "you have this particularity, and you are young. You can connect with the students pretty fast".

"I am 44. You fought against two Dark Lords. And now you want The Prince of Darkness in your school?" said Osbourne while caressing one of the rings in his right hand. "I heard that there was… a young Slytherin working already for you, and he wants that spot."

"Yes, well. The board of governors want someone famous. And before they come with a person unfit to teach, I want to search for one myself."

Ozzy nodded at the reason that Dumbledore gave him.

"You have been around the world. Word has gotten out that you have not only been playing your music. But also learning from other magical communities".

"And I continue doing so. I am… I am right now in the middle of a tour in the USA."

"I see", said the headmaster. "Maybe you can help me get closer to any of the others that I want to get close to. They are in your same line of business".

"Who you have in mind?"

"Rob Halford. He was a Hufflepuff."

"On tour with…, Judas Priest. Although, they just realize their most… their most popular song so far. Painkiller!" said Ozzy Osbourne.

Dumbledore caressed his beard while nodding. "You know about Lemmy Kilmister? He was a Gryffindor."

"I, I guess… Oh, The Ace of space. I remember him. He lives on tour. I, I don't remember him stopping at any moment."

"I see. What about Bruce Dickinson?"

"He, He, He already quick the wizarding world, you know. He loved the muggle culture", said Ozzy while eating another bat head. "I remember him, he said, ah, 'forgot broomsticks, that's if you want to put a stick between your legs. I will learn to fly a fucking aeroplane'".

"I see, I see. Well, Minerva told me about a man called Jimmy Page".

"Oh, I met him. He is a good guitarist. A sad story of his drummer".

"What happened?"

"Died, pretty young. Way too young. Only 32. But lived the life of rock and roll", Ozzy did not want to give more details.

The headmaster, not totally understanding, did not ask more. Still, he was left with no other name that could be famous and good for the post.

"May I suggest a name?" said the prince of darkness.

The eyes of the headmaster started to tingle. "Of course, please do. You will help this old man".

"There is a young man. He 'left' Ilvermorny. But his knowledge in the dark arts is, undeniable. He is known by Marilyn Manson".

"He left? Voluntary?"

"Mmh. Defined 'Voluntary'. If you mean… He made it happened… knowing what was going to happen. Then yes".

Dumbledore could do nothing but chuckle.

"Even if he graduated from Ivelmorny, the board want someone local. You know how xenophobic they are", said the Headmaster once he recovered from the chuckles.

"And is Denmark local? I mean, I don't know if is about England, Scotland, or Great Britain."

"Why?"

"Lars Ulrich. I guess he was also a Slytherin."

"Don't know he was knowledgeable with Dark Arts".

"He became. He became a good friend with an amazing wizard, Cliff Burton. The last time I talked to him, he showed a lot of progress."

"I see. Unfortunately, he was expelled from Hogwarts. He really loved the muggle music even at his time here."

"I see. Well, I have nothing else."

Dumbledore smiled at him. Unfortunately, it seems that he will be accepting the option of one of the board of governors… Gilderoy Lockhart.

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Harry was sitting inside a limousine, and next to him was Hermione. She was dressed in a skirt and a T-shirt with a small jacket. She felt cold outside, although she felt a bit out of place when all the locals were using only t-shirts. Harry was in jeans and a black t-shirt with the logo of Metallica in front.

That day was the day Harry choose to search for Pansy's birthday party. He called her beforehand, so she will know that he was in Canada with Hermione and that they will be visiting the place together. Not sure why, but Momonga-sama advise him to make her happy. So, to not make her get angry again, he decided to tell her about the visit.

The next day will be the day Hermione will meet his ancestor. To Harry's surprise, William Granger had another 2 kids, and one of them create a very successful company, a company that has a good relationship with Ainz Ooal Gown.

They left the limousine, followed by LupusRegina, and entered a shopping mall. The idea was to be in the mall for a few minutes before leaving and searching in the local wizard community. Currently, they were in Ontario, although Hermione's great-grandfather was in Quebec.

Once inside the mall, the first store they entered was the record store. Not by Hermione's wish, as she wanted to enter the bookstore that was next to it. Resigned, Hermione looked at the albums that were on the charts. She was not very kin to pop music. in fact, she started to listen to The Cure, only because her father already listens to them.

She started to browser the albums, and find an album that at the top was the name that was on Harry's t-shirt. When she pulled out the album, she thought that she had never seen anything outside the wizarding world that could be called 'Slytherin', until that moment. The album, aside from the name of the band in the top left corner, was in a greenish-black, and in the bottom right corner was a snake.

Harry returned and in his hands, there were two albums. In front was the album 'Wish' from The Cure. "I would not be able to find you a birthday gift for you", said Harry. Hermione smiled a little with pink cheeks.

When they approached the clerk, Hermione was a little impacted by the 'impact' of the cover from the second album Harry was buying. The name of the album was a man receiving a punch, and it looked very realistic.

Before leaving, Harry nudged her to make her look at the television that was in the shop, which was playing a music video. A blonde man was singing and dancing. Harry found it funny. Hermione thought the man was trying too hard to look like something he wasn't. But other than that, she had no comment. Harry said in a low voice, "Ron Weasly as a Muggle". Hermione could not help but laugh while leaving the store. In the background, the song was still playing, saying, "ice ice baby".

Outside the mall, the three entered a cab. The weird thing about the situation is that it was the Parkinson family the one that told them about the information about the location of the Canadian wizarding access.

To Harry, the way to enter was a little cliché. They needed to go to the boreal forest, and close to the entrance, just a few meters away, there will be two pine trees that will be curved and create a figure like a doorframe. They need to pass that frame to get to the wizarding side of Canada.

The Canadian wizarding world was completely different from its England counterpart. It looked like a normal small modern village, with pavement in the streets, but without many cars or electricity. But some posts were at the street's sides, where surely some kind of lighting should be at night.

The town was very welcoming and warm, despite the cool weather.

In one of the stores, a broom was displayed. It looked like it was the most marvellous thing that humans have ever seen. Hermione is not a Quidditch fan, nor does she fancy flying in brooms, still she could see the beauty of the broom, and why so many people turned to see it. Not only kids but teens and adults.

Harry got close to Hermione, "my uncle made a great job, right?" Hermione turned to see Harry.

"The broom, it's our first product in the wizarding world. The model is called 'PeroPeronchino' or 'PPC' for short. Father said that his friend, after whom he named the broom, would be happy that girls would be able to use it to fly."

A small chuckle from LupusRegina sounded, but when Hermione and Harry turned to see her, she turned her head and started to whistle.

"So, your family's first push inside the wizarding world was with broomsticks?" asked sceptical Hermione. She could not believe that the company she admired for its progression with the literature and knowledge would target sports.

"Oh, no. The broom is our first product. Meaning that we designed it and put some original enchantments in it. But our first 'push' inside the wizarding world was a library."

Hermione's face lit up. Not only did he give him the good news that a new library opened, but he reaffirmed her respect for Ainz Ooal Gown.

"The process for the library started because, in our first visit to the English wizarding community in Diagon Alley, we were disappointed with the libraries there. Although, Father is currently working about expanding with the help of the Parkinson family." Hermione nodded at Harry's explanation.

"What do you think?" asked Harry while looking at the window of a dress store.

"That if you wanted to give her a dress, you wouldn't need to come here".

"You are right", said Harry and continued walking until they found a store. This store was with a very old fashion design. The different things inside looked old, and none of them looked related to the other. Books of riddles, traditional clothes from the natives, feathers of animals Harry did not recognize, but there was something that took his attention, a pair of earrings.

The earrings were a crystal ball and inside the crystal was a light. 'A magical enchantment, surely not too difficult to replicate', though to himself Harry. But when he took them with his hand, the light turned blue.

"Oh! You are interested in the earrings of the Goddess of light? Maybe for your beautiful girlfriend?" a voice of an elderly woman was heard. The woman was small with wrinkles all over her face, which made her look like her eyes were closed. The woman smiled at Harry while pointing out that she referred to Hermione.

"For a girl, yes. But she is not here", answer Harry with a political smile. "What can you tell me of the enchantment of the light?"

"The light that shows will reflect the person's true self", said the old woman.

Harry decided that the idea of earrings called the "goddess of light" should be enough to please Pansy. He had the vague idea that This is some kind of alliance that he needs to forge with her and her family. Because it was the Parkinson family the one that helped give them their contacts to let Momonga open up to the Wizarding community in England.