章 11: Chapter 11
1st POV
The first goal has been accomplished. I now attend Hogwarts. I have a nice home and lots of money. My mom would really be proud of me if she was here. Anyway the next step learn everything possible from Hogwarts.
Basically, experience what its like being in school of magic. The sorting ceremony to find what house I belong in went well. I was placed into slytherin. It wasn't bad, the people I talked to during the feast seemed interesting.
That Greengrass girl took an instant liking to Hermione and Hermione was beyond excited about that one. That Draco boy I've seen in Borgin and Burkes is also in Slytherin but he oddly didn't speak to me, just a couple of glances.
But, I really liked the 3rd years Jenny Campbell and Maximo Laxey. The were two summoning students. We talked all banquet about the art of summoning - Hermione was kind of down because this was topic she didn't know and she didn't agree with use of magical creatures as battle pets, yet- During my conversation with Jenny and Maximo.
I discovered that the contract perform was extremely different from the summoners. a summoning contract was similar to ones that wizards do with house elves. its an exchange of magic for battle assistants. That's why most summoning wizards have only 2-3 magical creatures/beast because the strain it has on their magic. and the higher the beast level the more magic the wizard has to supply.
The creatures aren't kept in their soul like my wand either. they actually gain the ability to apparate when forming a contract with a wizard. it was all really groovy. Its unfortunate that only Third years and up could take the course while the 1st and 2nd years had to learn 'magical creatures'.
Oh, and speaking of courses and unfortunate things. Our first class of the week was DADA, and our instructor was P.p.p.professor Q.q.querrell. I mean it was obviously a load of bullshit. and that horrid smelling turbin was even more bullshit. The act extremely interfered with the lessons. Hermione didn't mind it much as she vigorously copied down everything that he stuttered.
But, once I figure out how to deal with him. We'll have a nice little chat and than hopefully some private lessons on more advanced DADA. At this point the professor was teaching what I already knew from the books at the manor. And I already read the course text book
This was going to be a long year.
Transfiguration was my shit though. I went in like a completely stud, Hermione and I gained big points for Slytherin and more people began to warm to Hermione the MudBlood. Professor McGonagal however felt rather worried as she pulled Hermione to the side to check on her condition, Informing her that Slytherin was particularly nasty to students with background.
Eventually came charms taught by Professor flitwick and Astronomy and History of Magick.
It wasn't until Friday when things got a little interesting . The day started with double Potions and end with Magical theory.
Friday=============================================================================================================================
After waiting on Gryffindor for 15 Min. they finally began to start rolling in. Professor Snape was slightly aggravated
And Hermione was equally so " How rude are they, they were supposed to be here 15 min ago and they saunter in laughing and playing. Its one thing to disrespect Slytherin student but a professor. They truly are arrogant without limits"
"Relax Hermione, Look at Professor Snape obviously he feels the same. But the difference is your outburst. You must always present control. you loose control you lose power. and right now you are the weakest one in the room" I tell her causing her feelings to be visibly hurt
after some time the professor started the class
You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word -- like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death -- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Powdered root of what to an infusion of what ? Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand had shot into the air.
"I don't know, sir," said Harry.
Snape's lips curled into a sneer.
"Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything."
He ignored Hermione's hand.
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.
"I don't know, sir."
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes.
Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.
"I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"
A few people laughed; Harry caught Seamus's eye, and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased.
"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"
There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter."
"Hermione, I really think you should learn to read the situation. And work on letting work do the talking for you" I gently whispered over to Hermione
"But I knew the answer Lucien, the professor was just picking on Harry" she replied
"Harry isn't your concern. The center of attention is the biggest target and you just willing made yourself a target. There's times to be heard and there's times to listen. that was a time to listen. Now is a time to be heard, but through action. now lets make this potion"
Class went by steadily and Hermione and I received top marks. earning a extra 15 points for Slytherin. While some dunderheads nearly destroyed the class room.
It was around lunch time when i decided to go to the common room and relax. Magic theory wasn't until later tonight. In the common room I met a beautiful Burnette that looked like Anne Hathaway from my world. She was 4 fourth year taking 'Magic music'
I saw her struggling with some sheet music. Each note had a corresponding magic frequency creating an illusion incantation. In my world this was the first thing we learnt. The beating of the drums created a spell that aided in bringing the loa and inducing the trances to prepare us for possession by the Loa
"You're looking at it all wrong. probably because the music has no rhythm." I tell her
"Ans what a first know about magical frequency ?"She replied
"Maybe enough, to make you fall in love but, more than enough to help you finish that assignment."
"Rubbish! You really shouldn't say such things to a lady. If my boyfriend heard..."
Cutting her off "If your boyfriend has a problem, I can always sacrifice him to aid the magic in our love songs" With smirk on my lips, I wave my wand "Mutari Instrumento.."
The sofa behind us transfigured into a all white Piano gaining the attention of everyone in the common.
I give a few words of instruction as a walked to the Piano
"The magic you infuse into your music is what you feel. presented in a way that grabs the audience and then slow implant your emotions into them, until bang. your pain is theirs, your happiness is theirs. With music you can make a grown man cry or child kill. That is the magic to create the illusion that they feel what you feel..."
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