Chapter 18

As Harry returned to his dorm from his training session in the dungeons with Belica and the sisters he couldn't help but pull up the information he read about the strange creature they found in their training hall.

If his recall wasn't wrong then the creature they found trapped in that hole was a troll, which shouldn't be possible.

Trolls are simple creatures that only want three things, food, violence, and sex.

So to find one trapped in the dungeon of a school was a sign of something strange happening, but so long as it didn't threaten the safety of the Imperium then Harry didn't care. After a quick shower and a tug of war match with Emma for his towel, Harry made his way down to the great hall for breakfast.

As Harry entered the hall he noticed how few people where there, he quickly made his way to his table and began to make himself the first of many plates and went about people watching as Emma curled up behind him.

It was as Harry was eating his fifth plate that more students began to arrive for breakfast, and the buzz of early morning conversation filled the great hall.

As Harry continued to eat he was joined by his fellow Gryffindors, who still gave Emma a wide berth even as she seemingly snoozed behind Harry's seat in the early morning light.

Soon enough Harry had his schedule for the coming school year and was surprised at the lack of cohesion in the way it was built. Making students take classes that had a double period while others were only taken during certain days making them less numerous then others.

Not to mention the fact some of these classes seemed to only take up time to keep the students busy rather then give them time to relax and unwind between classes.

Not to mention the amount of time they gave you between each class was short enough that all the first years would be late if they didn't get directions or a guide out of the older students.

Harry was astounded at the lack of foresight in The scheduling, but he would let it be for know and wait to see if anything comes from the randomness of this time table. So with another plate loaded and devoured, Harry grabs his bag and heads to his first class at Hogwarts charms.

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Harry was beginning to believe that the legions should just burn these witches and wizards with the convoluted way they made you get to class.

Moving stairs that would make you miss your floor or not even be real, paintings that could talk and give directions but didn't like to help, suits of armor that did the same as the paintings but could be trusted to help.

He couldn't even deal with the fact the headmaster of this school allowed a poltergeist to live in this school that caused even more problems for the students. With all the pranks it pulled that led to more students getting trapped or delayed long enough to be late, Harry would have thought the abomination would be purged.

But no, the foul spirit was allowed to stay and commit its atrocities among the students and make this school even more tedious to navigate.

Harry was lucky he had sister Quilia to guide him to the dungeon every morning for their training, other wise he would have missed it and had to rush his morning rituals.

But not everything in this place was horrible, the teaching staff knew what they where doing, even if some of them seemed unfit for the job. Like his first class in charms with professor Flitwick, who as he called role, fell off his stack of books at reaching Harry's name before giving his class an introduction to charms and what they where.

Then there was his herbology class with professor Sprout, she was competent and made sure to tell them about any dangerous plants in her greenhouse before they entered, so anyone foolish enough to ignore her was injured by stupidity.

Then came the Transfiguration class with professor McGonagall, the no nonsense woman was quick to establish order in her class and tell them just how dangerous and useful her class was. She also made it clear about what messing around in her class could be and what would happen to the perpetrators.

The only professor Harry had a problem with was Snape.

Upon the first lesson Harry could already tell that this man knew what he was doing, but that he was a horrible teacher.

As all the students sat around waiting for the class to begin, the doors flew open and Snape came swooping in like a bat, and with a flick of his wand shut the windows and started having words written on the board.

"There will be no foolish wand waving in my class, so for those of you too dunderheaded to understand, you will not think that this is true magic."

Harry watched the professor and hoped this man held up to the way the other professor's held themselves.

"however, for those of you with the predisposition,I can teach you how to ensnare the mind and bewitch the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."

Harry and Snapes eyes meet and immediately Harry can tell they are going to have a problem.

"But maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts with a possession of abilities so formidable that you feel you confident enough to not pay attention!"

Yep, Harry wasn't going to like this prick.

"Mister Potter, our new celebrity."

The way Snape spat out the word made it seem like a vile insult, Harry bristled at the man's tone.

"Tell me what would I get if I added a powder root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry almost smirked at the fool for such a simple question.

"A sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the draught of living death."

Snape raised one eyebrow at this response.

"If I told you to find me a bezoar where would you find it?"

Harry couldn't help but feel that Snape was going to make this boring if he kept his questions to this simple of a theme, he also couldn't help but chuckle internally from Hermione raising her hand so quickly and eagerly, like a blood claw when asked who wants to fight.

"You can find a bezoar in the stomach of a goat or in many farm animals."

Snape now seemed to bore into Harry with his eyes almost insulted that he had gotten it right.

"Finally what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Harry thought this question would be interesting to see how the professor would act to his answer.

"Nothing professor, their the same plant, also known as aconite, leopards bane, devils helmet, and blue rocket."

The shock on Snapes face almost made Harry lose it, but he held himself back from laughing, Lukas had told him that some people didn't need a laughing wolf, but the jackal wolf to get them to reach their potential, or learn their lesson.

Snape quickly regains control of himself and then looks around the classroom.

"Well what are you waiting for, write that down."

The sound of students rushing for quill and paper makes Harry wonder if any of these children even realized that they had needed to have those ready at every class but herbology and this should have had them out already.

As Snape turns to walk away he stops and turns to look back at Harry.

"Five points to Gryffindor for coming prepared, do not make me regret giving them Potter."

Harry nods his head and with a flourish of his cloak, Snape turns back to the board and continues on with class.

The next noticeable class was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Dominacca, many students didn't know what to think when they took her class, many thought it smart and better then other class with the fact they studied the creatures and spells before they interacted with them directly.

Others, mostly the purebloods, thought that a proper wizard should be teaching the lesson, and that they would do it in a better way then their current teacher.

On the first class they had with her, Dominacca had introduced the the class to herself, then had them looking up a creature, item, and spell that seemingly had nothing to do with each other.

The next class, she not only brought the creature in, a small pixie, and the item, an enchanted mirror, but the mirror had the spell placed upon it, to store an item until it was activated. With that she showed them why these things are dangerous alone by letting the pixie loose in a empty room and then showing the class the result of it.

The mirror was enchanted to make it so you could only see yourself at your best, leading to a few students becoming mesmerized.

Finally the storage charm that she used with both the mirror and the pixie, after a set amount of time the pixie was released from the mirror while a dummy held it, demonstrating why she had them look at all three things rather then just one.

Harry found Dominacca's class both ingenious and thought provoking, but now he was heading to the class he was looking forward to the most, muggle defense with Belica.