Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic 4 Chapter 3 - Loud Letters, Terrible Teachers And Pixies

It was breakfast time and the whole school was in the great hall. Four long tables were filled to the brim with students from different houses which Vincent learnt later were, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

He also learned that it was at this time that a majority of students would receive mail.

Ron however was extremely pale as he looked at the letter sitting in front of him. Harry and Hermione were also present as was a couple of other students who was snickering at Ron's misfortune.

"It's a Howler," Ron said as he gingerly picked the letter up.

"You better open it Ron," said a student named Neville just as nervous as Ron, "It'll be worse if you don't."

Both Vincent and Harry exchanged confused looks before looking at the petrified faces of Ron and Neville.

"What's a Howler?" asked Harry

Ron and Neville didn't answer as they both stared at the envelope which started smoking.

"Open it," Neville urged, "It'll all be over in a few minutes—"

Vincent took another spoonful of porridge as he watched Ron's resolved look as he tore open the envelope.

Vincent learnt exactly why it was called a Howler. An enormous roar of sound filled the entire hall, shaking the very ground beneath his feet.

"—STEALING THE CAR, TAKING A MUGGLE TO HOGWARTS, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK OF YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW THAT IT WAS GONE—"

Vincent was just sitting there munching on his toast, although the sound was deafening, breakfast came first. He a.s.sumed that the woman shouting was Ron's mum, Mrs Weasley. Ron however sunk so deep into his chair that all anyone could see was his red head. Harry tried to look as if he didn't hear the incredibly loud noise on his side, but to no avail as his eyes kept twitching. People throughout the hall turned silent as they listened in.

"— ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED — YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME!"

And with that lovely note, the letter burst into flames leaving a pile of ashes on Ron's meal. The once silent hall had a few giggles before people started talking again.

Hermione closed her book before looking straight at Ron.

"Don't tell me I deserved it." Ron muttered darkly as his head hung low.

Harry just pushed his porridge away and looked incredibly guilty while Vincent was finis.h.i.+ng his breakfast.

"Hey Ginny, what are you looking at?" Hermione asked curiously as she saw the redheaded girl reading a newspaper. It obviously was a muggle one with no moving pictures.

"No-nothing," she said, her face turning a bit red as she looked at Vincent who tilted his head in confusion.

"Come 'on, give it here," Ron tried to shake off his embarra.s.sment while taking the newspaper from Ginny who tried taking it back but to no avail.

Harry, Hermione and Vincent gathered around the newspaper to see the headline, LONDON'S VIGILANTE STRIKES AGAIN. The picture depicted a hooded figure jumping across the rooftops, it the only thing that they could identify from the picture were the two rods like weapons on his waist. Harry and Ron looked straight at Vincent who looked away and started whistling. He already suspected that Dumbledore or McGonagall informed them of his history. Hermione was invested in the story.

"The London Vigilante known as the Trespa.s.ser has destroyed the drug traders run by the ex-military soldier, Frank Merlin. Merlin was kicked out of the military for his crime of acting and killing fellow comrades in the army. He was arrested on multiple charges of violence and extortion. Just yesterday morning, police found Merlin and twenty-three unconscious thugs with evidence suggesting their involvement drug dealing. Police officers arrived at the scene in time to see the Trespa.s.ser make his escape. The Trespa.s.ser is known for taking out various thugs and drug traders so London can rest easy knowing that the guardian angel known as the Trespa.s.ser is out there."

Hermione finished reading and looked in amazement, "He took down an ex-military soldier along with twenty-three other thugs all at once, this Trespa.s.ser is a pretty good at his job."

She then noticed that everyone else was silent and saw them all looking towards Vincent who was looking off to the side. She then noticed the two rods sheathed at his side and compared them to the picture. Her eyes then widened in shock as she looked at Vincent who was sweating under the attention.

"You're the Trespa.s.ser!" she cried out making Vincent wince with how loud she was.

Ginny giggles while both Harry and Ron smiled wryly since they were already informed of Vincent's story by McGonagall.

"Geez, Hermione can you be a little louder?" Vincent said while Hermione looked down in embarra.s.sment, "Ginny, why did you have that paper?"

It was Ginny's turn to be embarra.s.sed as she stumbled over her words, "Well, um, ever, since that night, I just wanted to know about the person who saved me."

"Wait, when did he save you?" Ron asked surprised

"I kind of, accidentally used floo powder to sneak out two nights ago," Ginny said in embarra.s.sment

"You WHAT?!" Ron started lecturing Ginny who was looking like she was going to cry under the pressure.

"Didn't you fly a car here Ron?" Hermione asked, "I don't think you really have the right to blame Ginny."

Ron stopped in embarra.s.sment while Vincent was comforting Ginny. Vincent only ever socially interacted with children far younger than him from the orphanage or elders such as Sister An and Dumbledore. The only thing he could think of to comfort Ginny was to pat her head.

Ginny lightly blushed under the physical contact. She got nervous before noticing how comfortable Vincent's hand was.

Ron looked annoyed at Vincent's actions, "Hey mate don't touch my sis tee like that."

Vincent just looked confused as he removed his hand from a disappointed redheads head.

"Is it wrong to touch another person's head? he asked leaving Ron to gape at him, while Hermione felt amused by Vincent's innocence

"Ron, he was just comforting Ginny, who, might I remind you, was crying because of you," Hermione stared Ron down

Ron was saved from Hermione's scolding by Professor McGonagall who was handing out the timetables to all the students. When she got to Vincent, she handed him a blank timetable and another parchment with all the cla.s.ses that could be attended up to the third year of Hogwarts.

"You can attend any of these cla.s.ses," she explained, "I don't recommend transfiguration or charms since they require magic. Herbology and Muggle studies are definitely subjects that you can learn. The rest is for you to decide."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Vincent gave a small bow before taking the sheets of paper.

McGonagall nodded at how polite the boy was before moving on to the rest. Ginny already ran off leaving only Harry, Ron, Hermione and Vincent.

"So where do you plan to go?" Hermione asked curious to what Vincent would decide

"I think I'll go with you guys for bit before deciding what cla.s.ses I want to join." Vincent said with Hermione nodding in understanding.

First course they had involved Herbology with the Hufflepuffs.

The four of them made their way out of the castle and for the greenhouses. Along the way Hermione was asking Vincent whether he talked to people close to his age or not.

"The only people I interacted with were younger kids and older men and women," he said, "I've saved people my age, but you guys and Ginny are the first friends I had."

Harry, Ron and Hermione got a better understanding of Vincent's att.i.tude. Due to his little to no friends, he wouldn't know how to properly act around them. Everything he says and does is all based on how he feels. Like no man would ever casually pat a girl's head without permission.

"Well, once a friend, always a friend." Harry said

Both Ron and Hermione gave encouraging smiles which Vincent returned.

"Is this what friends feel like," he thought feeling extremely grateful to meet such people.

...

"So, is that our teacher?" Vincent asked

Professor Sprout, The a Herbology teacher was a squat little witch with a patched hat on her head. Vincent noticed the bandages on her arms and looked in the distance to see the Whomping Willow with slings through several branches. Harry and Ron also noticed this and had a flash of guilt across their faces.

Professor Squat wasn't alone however as she was accompanied by a handsome blonde-haired man with bright white teeth when he smiled which, to Vincent, seemed unnerving.

"Who's the creepy man?" Vincent questioned Hermione

The whole cla.s.s heard this question with a lot sn.i.g.g.e.ring while the rest glared at Vincent. Harry and Ron were part of the sn.i.g.g.e.ring while Hermione gave him a glare.

"That is our Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart," she explained, "and he's a great wizard who had done many great deeds."

"Like what?" Vincent asked curiously

"He saves villages, took down werewolves and outsmarted vampires," Hermione said excitedly, "he's basically a hero."

"Huh, ok," Vincent just nodded

Hermione was about to say more before she remembered that Vincent has been in situations just as dangerous. She remembered an article about the Trespa.s.ser a couple of years back when he first appeared. It was about the time when he saved people from a burning building.

The fire fighters were not going to make it in time and there were still people in the building. When everyone felt despair, a crowd of people came running out of the building. When questioned, they said that a hooded figure with two rods at his waist rushed deep into the fire before bringing one person at a time into a safe place that they could make their way out themselves. While there were a lot of injuries, some extremely severe, no one died that night. That was one of the Trespa.s.sers first appearances.

"Hermione, h.e.l.lo, you in there?"

Hermione snapped out of thought as soon as she saw Vincent's face in front of her.

"You ok Hermione?" Vincent asked worriedly, "you seem out of it."

"I'm fine don't worry," she turned her head about to avoid him seeing her embarra.s.sed face.

"Harry, my boy, great to see you!" Lockhart wrapped his arms around Harry before dragging him off, "is it ok to borrow him Professor Squat? Thanks for being ok with it!"

Professor Squat definitely wasn't ok with it and gave him the stink eye as he dragged Harry away, "OK, cla.s.s is about to begin, everyone get to your seats."

Harry came back five minutes later with annoyed face and took his spot between Ron and Hermione who was sitting next to Vincent.

Vincent observes the greenhouse they were in. They were all seated around a trench bench with Professor Squat behind it. There were around twenty or so earm.u.f.fs on the bench coming in different colours.

"Now we'll be investigating Mandrakes today. Now who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake?

Hermione's Hans short up so fast that Vincent couldn't follow with his eyes.

"Mandrakes, or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative," Vincent sat there listening in amazement as she answered, " It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed to their original state."

"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor," said Professor Sprout, "The Mandrake forms an essential part of most antidotes. It is also however l, dangerous. Who can tell me why?"

The whole room turned silent as they saw the person that put up his hand, even Hermione was so stunned that she didn't even raise her hand.

"Umm," Vincent got a little nervous feeling all the eyes on him, "Mandrakes are extremely loud."

"That— that is correct, ten points," she said stunned before getting back to the task, we—well the Mandrakes here are still young."

"How'd you know that?" Harry asked from two seats away

"Uh, the woman that runs the orphanage is a wizard that likes plants," Vincent said

Harry and Ron understood since McGonagall told them about Sister An, but Hermione looked confused and looked like she wanted more answers.

"Not now Hermione, cla.s.s remember?" Vincent said seeing her open her mouth for a question

She nodded and decided that she would ask him later.

"Now children, I will demonstrate how to plant a Mandrake, everyone take a pair of earm.u.f.fs, I will give you the signal to take it off."

Everyone scrambled to take a pair of earm.u.f.fs that wasn't pink. Vincent however just shrugged and took one without caring. The moment he put it on, he couldn't a thing. He turned to watch Professor Squat demonstrate how to handle a Mandrake. She picked a purplish green plant and pulled up.

He looked on in shock as he saw that instead of roots, the plant had a small baby like creature with roots growing out of it. The moment it was out of the ground, it started bawling its lungs out.

Thankfully for the students, the earm.u.f.fs blocked out any sound they would have heard. Professor Squat placed the Mandrake into an empty pot before indicating to the students that it was safe now.

Only when everyone had taken their earm.u.f.fs off did she start speaking.

"Ok everyone, group up into four per tray, pots are over here, compost is in the sacks over there."

Vincent joined Harry, Ron and Hermione. A curly haired Hufflepuff joined their table since there was an odd number of people.

"Justin Finch-Fletchley," he shook everyone's hand, "know who you are, the famous Harry Potter, Hermione Granger the smartest student in our year and Ron Weasley wasn't that your car?"

Vincent raised an eyebrow when Justin didn't mention him. Justin looked at Vincent and held his hand out, although with much less enthusiasm.

"I'm sorry, you're the muggle that everyone's been talking about, lately right?" he asked

"Vincent Wong," Vincent shook the boy's hand

Justin nodded in acknowledgment, he then went on to say how he nearly got into another school called Eton, before rambling on about how great Lockhart is.

They talk much before putting their earm.u.f.fs back on and focusing on the task at hand. Vincent witnessed everyone suffering to handle the Mandrakes. Harry in particular spent a whole ten minutes before it was Vincent's turn.

Vincent took a deep breath before pulling his Mandrake out, he expected a lot of struggling, but there was no resistance in his hand.

He looked at the root like baby in front of him and was stunned to see it looking at him with curiosity. He then used his other hand to give the baby a pat on the head, he couldn't hear but the baby looked like it was laughing as it snuggled into the hand.

Vincent gave a small smile before slowly planting it into a pot. He dusted his hands off before realising everyone was staring at him with their earm.u.f.fs off.

He took his earm.u.f.fs off before looking at all of them nervously, "Did I do something wrong?"

Professor Squat shook her head quickly, "No, no you did nothing wrong. If anything, that was amazing! How did you do it boy? How did you make the Mandrake laugh?!"

"I-I don't know," said Vincent, "It just didn't cry when I pulled it out."

Professor Squat stared at him before sighing and waving her hand, "Cla.s.s is over, chop chop."

Along the way to their next lesson Harry asked Vincent what happened back there.

"I really don't know," he said thoughtfully, "I just treated it like any other baby."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of them had to deal with a baby before.

"I think he looked cool," Hermione thought remembering the scene of Vincent patting the baby

Unknown to Vincent, many of the girls present fell for his kind and gentle act.

The next lesson was Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Vincent just sat at his desk while he watched everyone try to turn beetles into b.u.t.tons. Vincent winced as Ron squashed his beetle with his sticky taped wand.

Harry in the other hand had extreme trouble keeping the bug still. Vincent caught the bug gently and held in place. Harry gave a grateful nod before using his wand to turn the beetle into a blue b.u.t.ton.

The lunch bell sounded. Everyone left the cla.s.sroom with only Ron smacking his already broken wand on the desk.

"Stupid, useless, thing!"

"I don't think the desk did anything wrong to you." said Vincent earning a glare from Ron whose wand made a cloud of smoke

"So, what's the next lesson?" asked Harry quickly

"Defence against the Dark Arts," Hermione said at once

"Why do you have hearts circled around it?" Vincent asked as he took a look at her schedule

Hermione blushed furiously as she put her schedule away.

"Guess I shouldn't have asked," thought Vincent as they made their way to lunch

They finished lunch before heading out to the courtyard. Harry and Ron were talking about a wizarding sport called Quidditch while Hermione was reading a book.

"You have any books I can read?" Vincent asked

Hermione rummaged through her bag and brought out five to six books before returning to her reading. Vincent was amazed she carried that much.

He looked through the books before his attention was caught on a book about potions. He remembered that this particular subject required no magic and was something anyone can do.

"Strength potion, requires Fanged Geranium, an Arm Bone of any creature and a snake fang," he read, "strengthening potion, requires salamander blood and powdered Griffin claws. Same effects as the strength potion but requires longer to prepare."

"Girding potion, increases endurance for weeks, Morpus potion, gives seer like powers and telepathy," Vincent's eyes widened in excitement before dimming at the next line, "Ingredients are unknown, dang it, telepathy would be cool."

"Signed photos, your giving out signed photos Potter?"

A blond pointed face boy with two other standing beside him like bodyguards walked up to Harry who was next to a boy with a camera in his hands. Vincent looked questionably at Hermione.

"A boy wanted Harry to sign a photo, Draco Malfoy over there overheard and came to make fun." Hermione gave the rundown of the situation.

"So is Draco part rat?" Hermione was totally thrown off by the question, "I mean the hair, the face, reminds me of a rat."

Silence was heard from Harry's end. Draco looked menacingly at Vincent while Ron was holding his stomach laughing. Harry also gave a smile at Vincent.

"Huh, guess they heard me," thought Vincent

"Would you like to repeat that muggle," Draco said through his clenched teeth

Vincent then stood up and bowed surprising everyone. Draco smirked thinking that Vincent was frightened until his face froze at his next words.

"I'm sorry if I had offended you and your whole race of rats, I'm still new to this world and I don't know the customs between different species, so please forgive me."

At this point Ron was on the ground laughing his head off while Harry, and even Hermione were trying their best not to laugh. The rest of the courtyard was filled with sn.i.g.g.e.rs directed at Malfoy whose face was beet red.

"I, am, a, HUMAN!" he shouted at the top of his lungs

Vincent's face warped in shock as he stared at Malfoy, "Well, I'm sorry, your face told me otherwise, so I just a.s.sumed—"

"I AM NOT A RAT!" Malfoy was furious

If it was a taunt, the Malfoy could probably deal with it, but the problem was that Vincent looked like he genuinely believed that Malfoy was part rat.

"What's going on here?"

Lockhart came into the courtyard and spotted Harry. He gave a smile so wide that it seemed humanly impossible to Vincent.

"Oh Harry, giving out photos, are you? Well how about one with both of us, come on boy take one!"

The small boy with the camera fumbled around a bit before snapping a photo. Lockhart dragged an unwilling Harry into the picture.

"Ok now what happened here?" he asked the group

Before Malfoy could open his mouth, Vincent answered.

"It was my fault, I a.s.sumed that Malfoy was a rat person until he outright denied it, I'm sorry to trouble you Professor."

"A rat person? Why I've met a few in my days and let me tell you Malfoy, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Their quite nice chaps."

Malfoy looked like he was going to burst. What Vincent said next was the final straw.

"So, he is a part rat?"

Malfoy pa.s.sed out from excess anger and was taken by his bodyguards to the nurse. Leaving a confused Vincent to ponder what made Malfoy pa.s.s out like that.

"Is he sick in the head?" he asked the group

Ron was dying in laughter, Harry was laughing quite a bit as well and Hermione kept sn.i.g.g.e.ring to herself leaving Vincent to ponder the question on his own.

...

"Me," Lockhart said holding up a book called Travels with Trolls to show his own winking face on the cover, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third cla.s.s, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming-Smile Award — but I don't like to talk about that. I don't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"

Vincent just had a blank look on his face as he looked towards Harry, Ron and Hermione, "Yeah, he definitely doesn't talk about his exploits."

Harry and Ron both gave a small chuckle at Vincent's sarcastic remark. Hermione just rolled her eyes as she tried to pay attention to the "lesson".

"You have thirty minutes to fill the test in front of you, starting now!"

Vincent raised an eyebrow at the questions.

What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?

What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest ambition?

What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

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"Favourite colour, well he's wearing, what's the word, lilac? Ambition, fame and glory. Achievement, huh hard one, just existing? No too harsh. How about even qualifying to be a teacher? Yeah that sound about right." Vincent just answered the questions without much thought, he honestly was curious to how Lockhart's lessons will go.

"Ok times up!" Lockhart collected all the sheets of paper with a wave of his wand

He started looking through them with a smile before he came across one that made him falter. Vincent watched curiously as Lockhart's face turned extremely red before coughing and putting the tests to the side.

"Are you alright Professor?" Vincent asked and was sent a "glare" before being graced with a smile from Lockhart

"Yes, my boy, I just came across an interesting test sheet and was fascinated with its answers," Lockhart's eye started twitching leaving the whole cla.s.s to wonder what kind of student could get on the narcissistic teachers' nerves, "I would like to point out, that Miss Granger received full marks, ten points to Gryffindor!"

"Okay cla.s.s moving on to today's lesson," he lifted a large, covered cage of sorts, "Now, be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures to wizard kind! You may find yourself facing against your worst fears here, but never fear! No harm can befall you while I am here!"

Vincent looked at everyone's face and saw the antic.i.p.ation in their eyes, even Harry and Ron were leaning forward on their desk to get a better look at the cage.

"Don't scream, it might provoke them," Lockhart warned, before whipping off the cover, "Yes, freshly caught Cornish pixies!"

The pixies were electric blue and around eleven inches high with a pointed face and nose, their voices were so shrill that sounded like budgies arguing.

"Are pixies dangerous?" Vincent asked Hermione while Lockhart was warning a student who laughed

"Well if anything their kind of pests," Hermione whispered, "I'm sure the Professor Lockhart brought them in for a reason."

"Not that dangerous?" Lockhart smiles at one of the students claim, "well, why don't you see for yourself!"

"He wouldn't," thought Vincent

Lockhart opened the cage causing mayhem throughout the cla.s.sroom. The pixies surprised Vincent with their show of strength as they causally flipped desks and carried students away by their ears. The one called Neville was going to be hung on the chandelier before the pixies both got hit by two iron rods. Neville gave a grateful nod which Vincent gave in return as he picked up the rods a sheathed them.

"Come on you lot, their only pixies!" Vincent has a striking urge to smash the man's perfect teeth, "I'll show you guys how it's done."

Lockhart rolled back his sleeves and brandished his wand before bellowing, "Peskipiksi Pesternom,"

Vincent waited for a moment before realising that the spell did absolutely nothing. He wasn't sure if it was an actual spell at all.

Lockhart's triumphant smile turned rigged as a pixie grabbed his wand and threw it out the window. He hurriedly ducked under his desk avoiding the flying objects being thrown his way.

The bell rang and there was a mad rush towards the exit. Lockhart bolted towards the door and stopped to look at Vincent, Harry, Ron and Hermione who were left behind.

"Well, I'll ask you three to nip the rest back into their cage," with that he shut the door

It took a good half hour before the pixies were put back into their cage.

"That all of them?" Harry asked while stuffing a pixie into the cage, "What the heck was this trash lesson?"

"Hermione, nothing you will say will make me believe that was a proper lesson," Ron said seeing Hermione about to say something

"It was just some hands-on experience," she said

"Hermione, I'm not sure what all Wizard cla.s.ses are like, but he did not have a b.l.o.o.d.y clue what he was doing!" Vincent said while pus.h.i.+ng a chair back to place

"Rubbish," said Hermione, "You've seen his books, look at all the amazing things he's done."

Vincent raised an eyebrow. He just got to the wizard's world and could not be expected to have read Lockhart's books.

"He says he's done," Ron muttered as they made their way out of the cla.s.sroom

No one noticed a pair of black beady eyes poking out of Vincent's pocket.