Titles hold no value here

It has been a month since I arrived at Hogwarts, and it's now rubbing into me.

I excel in transfiguration and charms as they are just magic of tome, different spells same effect. So it can be described as somewhat of a chantless and wandless magic but I had to make appearances.

So I naturally perform Tome magic and it counts as if I have talent in chantless magic. So far this trick has earned me and my house about 70 house points, which is an achievement of right as I happen to be a first year.

Potions though- not so much. I mean I can barely remember the tome spells when they are simple as their effect. You want light here spell- candlelight. But it is hard to remember what potion requires what ingredient at what heat and boom my brain fried.

I happen to be at the level of a 12th-grade student in science and maths, but that's not because of my memory, that's pure skill. For my maths studies, the muggle one I remember the basic theorems with much effort, going for deriving the formulas when I don't remember them. Science is not much of a memory-based subject. True you have some things that you can't help but cram into your head, but most things have a cause and those causes explain the effect.

But this memory and remembering weakness- I think this could be some sort of mental problem, cause my memory is poor, really poor.

Moving on, Defence against dark arts- it is just practical spells usage and who to use those spells against. It is not very hard as in the third year there is supposed to be a dueling club- an extension of the Dark arts defense course. Sounds fun. Although I heard that some alumni of Hogwarts cursed the position of professor of DADA because he was denied to be the professor. Which results in no professor retaining the post for more than a year. Sounds pathetic but at the same time dangerous as if no one could remove that curse, the man must be qualified as a strong wizard.

Astronomy and herbology fare similar to potions in my case. Herbology is not so much but Astronomy is more distant to me than most stars are.

And the compulsory Broomstick flying lessons. They are dumb. I mean yeah as a human one would love to fly in the sky, but a broomstick? Those sticks are not comfortable man. The wizards haven't heard of Newton's third law? If I weigh 40 kg and sit on that lean thin stick to fly, the reaction it produces is not something I am comfortable with at my weaker spots. I wonder if those quidditch fellows have their testicles safe or if they got mushed- No wonder Hagrid does not fly on broomstick man like 200 kilograms on that small area is not a good thing I would say.

Oh, the warrior tournament was announced. It was something the Goblins would host. I am surprised with the goblins here, with qualities of bravery and respect towards warriors. I mean the goblins I had were pussies. I of course named myself, but the tournament will be held next to next year, I wonder why they announced it this early. Anyhow, I need to get some muscle, I am still lean and weak. The Draugr form I held deed not need me to maintain muscles so this is going to be somewhat of a new experience for me.

My friends- actually friend, Mike is opening up to me. We prank each other and read together, as we happen to have similar interests in literature.

I remember now what I was forgetting. History of magic class. Professor Binns, a fascinating soul he is. He speaks like a monologue and I think he has a talent for speaking with no interest. I have read the book, twice and understood most events, however remembering those dates and places will be difficult for me or so it seems.

It seems the sun has risen, another new day, another start.

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Minerva was walking down the path to the Headmaster's office on the seventh floor.

"Sweet vermouth" The office door opened as the Gargoyle on top accepted the request to enter.

"Fancy a drink, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked as he turned to face Minerva entering the office. (Oh yes, Dumbledore is in a three-piece suit for now, may change his clothing sense later though.)

"I would rather not, this is official business," Mieva answered without much of a change in her expression.

"Come on today is Halloween, I noticed how stern your face was at the feast itself, enjoy a little." Dumbledore conjured/transfigured his favorite sweet beverage, sweet vermouth. (Apparently, the lemon drop was invented in the 1970s by Norman Jay Hobday, we are verifying history as we go by)

"The humor does not suit you, Albus. You try to hide it but it is taking a piece of you and coping it with faking happiness is not faring well on your mind. How far are you going to fall before you realize that a guilt trip won't fix it? It was not your fault!"

Minerva for the first time shouted at Dumbledore, and the events were just that grim.

Dumbledore's expression went from welcoming and happy to stern and sad.

"Albus you need closure, it was not your fault that Tom went ahead and carve himself a dark path. His sins, atrocities. crimes are not your fault, nor Dippets. He had a choice and he chose it. You had been a supportive man in his life but his choices were his own." Minerva tried to convince Dumbledore.

"Tell that to the people he killed." Dumbledore with a solemn mind moved towards Minerva."Tell them to the children he orphaned, the wives he widowed, the brothers who are on road, the families he burnt down." he continued

"I was there when Dippet asked us, the teachers to provide suggestions for the betterment of Hogwarts, in academics, and sports. It was I who promoted house rivalries, I who played the partial Gryyfindor, I who abolished Dark arts from the course, I who banned knowledge which I considered dangerous."

"Maybe I had no major hand in his destiny and he was supposed to be the Dark lord. But even a minor role in his making is unquestionably the worst thing I have ever done."

"Grindelwald hurt me, he was my friend. But so much I could bear as his ideas were controversially in the right, he had people, smart people to support him it was his actions to achieve that made him against the wizarding world. But To- Voldemort, he is unquestionably on the Dark path, and as a teacher, professor, educator, guardian, whatever you may call me, I have failed."

"I failed so much that I have to make force to subdue, my student. My STUDENT! That, the fact that he is my student eats me every day. Never once I thought I had to make a fighting force not against a DARK LORD but against MY student."

"Every day, I think how much I want to retire, from Britain, from the magical world, from magic itself. but his mere presence, his name, and his slight mention in the papers remind me that I still have not received permission to rest, and I am afraid only death will come to me with peace."

Minerva was taken back, but she had to counter Albus for his mind, as strong an occlumens he might be was breaking apart.

"You banned the dueling club for what then? We need to fight him, the dark era has to end."

"I am not having another Dark lord born in my mind. After my death I care not what you teach the student- Dark arts, unforgivables, heck teach them necromancy but while I am living I will have no one study what I consider dark for them, for I am the headmaster, I am supposed to be their guardian and I will do whatever to keep them safe. My duty to them is unquestionable till I am their teacher."

"Albus-

"Forget it. It's late enough that I have to rest. Leave Minerva this argument has gone far enough. I do not want to say something questionable and then try to justify the means."

Minerva stood there for a second. She stayed silent and left as silently as she came.

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A major arc is incoming, one with a minimum of 25 chapters but I am afraid.

I have ideas, brilliant ones I would say but I lack the proper way to execute those.