Harry Potter And The Prince Of Slytherin 10 Classes

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanis.h.i.+ng step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other.

For Draco and Theodore who hated troublesome things, This was the most annoying thing in the world, like why do you need so many different stairs just to get to one place.

Thankfully, Peeves the most annoying creature after Jar Jar Binks was busy messing with Mr. Savior, and didn't bother much with Slytherins as it was afraid of the b.l.o.o.d.y Barron.

But there was another annoying thing in Hogwarts, Mr. Filch and his cat Mrs. Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamp-like eyes just like Filch's. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she'd whisk off for Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret pa.s.sageways of the school better than anyone (except perhaps the Weasley twins) and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts. The students all hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs. Norris a good kick.

Draco never in his life wanted to kill a cat so bad, Draco even tried to do it a couple of times but Theodore and Pansy would always pull him away.

The second most annoying thing of all was finding the cla.s.ses itself, thankfully Pansy was around or else Draco and Theodore would just give up searching for the cla.s.ses and return back to their dormitory.

The cla.s.ses itself weren't any problem for Draco, Draco was very proficient in Potions and Herbology, as both go hand in hand. There was already a cla.s.s for Herbology, taught by a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout. Draco won his house 20 points just on his first cla.s.s as no other first-year students except Hermione and Neville could match him in knowledge, but in practicals, even both of them couldn't win as Draco was used to growing and taking care of these plants and Fungi for years now.

Draco was only above average at astronomy, since he wasn't very interested in stars.

Then came the most boring cla.s.s of all, History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns. Professor Bins was a very old ghost, it was said that he died in the staff room as he fell asleep and the next morning Binns got up to teach leaving his body behind. A very creepy and scary story in the muggle world, but in the wizarding world it was just another day.

Draco wasn't very good at History, As things, he knew from his previous world conflicted with things here and so many dates. Draco would rather do potion all day than study history.

The other cla.s.s was Charms, Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first cla.s.s he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. Draco rolled his eyes seeing the favor put in him, he was looking at the tiny wizard with interest, wondering how he could be a dueling champion. Charms wasn't a difficult subject for Draco, but since it was the first day the whole cla.s.s was about the different uses of charms and they practiced waving their wand around. When some questions were asked, Draco and Hermione, took it as a challenge to see who can answer more question and how fast they could answer it, So in charms cla.s.s both Draco and Hermione won 10 house-points for their house.

The next cla.s.s he really enjoyed was Transfiguration, not because he was good at it but because McGonagall showed the same expression to everyone. This was the type of person who Draco really respected, a person who is fair to all. Draco entered the cla.s.s and sat next to Hermione who looked at him with an annoyed expression.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to sit with you." Draco said making a sad face, "Am I not welcome because I am from Slytherin?"

"Hmph! Do you think I care about you being Slytherin, it is you who is annoying."

"Hey don't mind me then." Draco said smiling, "You know you look very cute when you look annoyed."

"Shut up! Idiot or I will kick you out." Hermione said hitting him with her books. Hermione was happy that Draco was sitting next to her even if she won't admit it, Due to her bossy tone she was having a hard time making friends not even her roommates talked to her properly. So with Draco keeping her company, she was very happy.

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While they were having their own fun, Theodore, Pansy, and Daphne were staring at them. Due to Pansy and Daphne being roommates they quickly became friends and both of them were staring at the Duo's bickering.

"What is Draco doing with that Mud-blood?" Daphne asked with an annoyed expression. Even though she wouldn't give up to Draco so easy, she still liked the compliments and flirting, Draco did with her. Today she was hoping to spend the cla.s.s with Draco as usual but seeing that mud-blood taking her Draco, she was p.i.s.sed.

(Since you all are fan of Daphne, you all will probably be p.i.s.sed, but since I am going according to the book in most things, you should know that Daphne is more or less the same as Pansy, maybe even worst as Daphne was like the lackey for Pansy, similar to Crabbe and Goyle along with another girl. Daphne is also one of the pureblood supremacists since she comes from one of the oldest pureblood families.

If you guys still want Daphne, I will try to change her character later on and don't expect it to be sooner either as I want to take it as realistically as possible, unlike other novels, I won't go to the whole... I will punish you if you don't change fiasco (IDK there are some cringey novels that I read), change takes time, so tell me if you still want Daphne or not.)

"Hmph! who knows maybe that Mud-blood, used some dark magic to attract Draco." Snorted Pansy.

"It's love" Said Theodore from the side, gaining a p.i.s.sed off look from the girls. "It was a joke."

"But seriously, if you guys keep using the word 'Mud-Blood' Draco would probably start to hate you."

"Why?" Asked Daphne surprised, since they just became friends a couple of days ago, she still doesn't know much about Draco.

"It's his thing." Replied Pansy, "He is just too kind, he doesn't hate Mud.. Muggle-born."

"Isn't he the same as us?" Asked Daphne "Then what about you Theodore."

"Me?" Theodore said, "I just don't care to be honest, maybe because I was hanging out with Draco since I was very young, I was probably influenced by him. Besides Muggles are very interesting and Muggle-born Wizards are even more interesting since they can live both a muggle's life and wizards."

"Interesting?" Daphne looked confused as she glanced at Draco's back.

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The bell rang and the cla.s.s started, The teacher hadn't arrived yet so all of them were chattering with their friends, or they all thought so. But the cat on top of the desk didn't fool Draco at all.

"We should all be self-studying before the teacher arrives instead of being a chatterbox." Hermione said looking around.

"Oh! Who told you the teacher hasn't arrived yet?" Draco said looking at Hermione.

"What do you mean?" Asked Hermione with a confused look.

Draco didn't say anything and faced forward looking at the cat,

Hermione looked shocked, "Do you mean?"

Just as she spoke our savior and his lanky tall red-headed friend finally arrived,

"We made it." Ron said, "Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late."

As soon he said that the cat in front of them suddenly transfigured into Professor McGonagall as she appeared in front of Ron's face. Everyone looked amazed except Draco.

"That was b.l.o.o.d.y brilliant." Said Ron with his face wide open.

"Oh! Thank you for the a.s.sessment, Mr. Weasley, perhaps it will be more useful if I transfigure you and Mr. Potter into a pocket watch." Professor McGonagall said sarcastically, "That way maybe one of you will be in time."

"We got lost." Said, Harry.

"Perhaps a Map, I trust you don't need one to find your seats," McGonagall said as she walked towards Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, you were the only one who found that I was an animagus." McGonagall said shocking some people, "Can you tell me how?"

'Well, I watch the movies, you know?'

"There are only 7 known registered Animagi in the world, and I knew you were one of them." Draco replied casually,

"Very Well." Replied McGonagall not as impressed,

Draco shrugged his shoulders, he was here to learn and not to impress her, and even if he did want to, he couldn't come up with an excuse other than that for knowing that she is an animagus.

Soon she walked up in front of the cla.s.s,

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my cla.s.s will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started. Even Draco was impressed by her.

After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. Draco sighed and waved his wand around and started pouring dense mana into it, The match slowly turned into a golden needle with some designs on it, like his wand.

Professor McGonagall who was walking around looking at her student's work was surprised.

"Marvelous, Mr. Malfoy." She commented looking at the needle. "This is one of the finest work, I have seen a first year do." She said showing the cla.s.s the needle.

"5 points to Slytherin."

Hermione looked at Draco's needle in frustration, "Need some help?" Draco said.

Hermione just glared at him for a while and continued working on her match.

"Sigh! when you put magic into the match, can you feel it?" Draco said, "The magic transferring from your hand to your wand?"

Hermione looked at him and nodded.

"Good, now is the easier part. Since you are from a muggle school... your imagination and information on science are quite high I a.s.sume, so put that into use."

Hermione nodded and started doing her own work.

Draco only gave her a hint as judging from her character, she wouldn't appreciate if he taught her everything.

Draco could only be considered fairly decent at transfiguration since he still couldn't transform things into living animals yet, every time he tries to do it he just falls into an existential crisis about how a non living thing could be transformed into a living breathing animal, Magic you might say but that still doesn't help since you need to understand the core of transfiguration to perform the magic itself, so every time Draco tries to perform a transfiguration spell he always somehow end of questioning, what is life?

By the end of the lesson, only Hermione and Theodore had made any difference to their match to which the Professor complimented them.

The Next cla.s.s was Defense Against the Dark, Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a joke. His cla.s.sroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban.

Draco was trying to hold his laughter back the whole time, 'Voldemort must be really desperate to get the stone.' He was wondering how he was doing inside the Turban with this idiot running around, blabbing non-sense all day.