4 Because it Turned Red

"I Fucked up" Harry muttered under his breath as he watched his purple potion turn red. "How many times do I have to tell you, gentleman do not use such words, much less children." Said Salazar walking behind Harry and smacking the back of his head. Salazar peered over Harrys' shoulder and looked into the cauldron "you did, as you so elequently stated, mess up. Do you know why?" "Because it turned red?" Harry finished saying as he felt Salazar's hand hit the back of his head again. "You don't have time to be a smart aleck" Salazar sighed holding back his smile. 'This kid is going to be the death of me' he thought as he began to explain what Harry did wrong. "Go, you have training with Godric, I will put the potion under a stasis spell and you can finish it tomorrow" as Salazar pushed Harry out the door.

"How can you be so slow while your body is so small" Godric yelled carrying a large stick while jogging behind Harry. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Godric bring back his arm holding the stick preparing to swipe at him. "Ugh" Harry sighed, speeding up, as the stick just barely missed him. "Good, you can go faster" Godric yelled smiling, 'this is my favorite part of the day' Godric thought as he began to speed up as well.

Harry entered the empty Transfiguration classroom, his long shaggy hair matted against his face as sweat dripped down his cheek. Godric walking in front of Harry turned a chair that he passed by into dust. He floated the dust around himself "why does this dust pose a threat to anyone that can breathe it in" Godric asked, turning to look at Harry. "If you breathe it in, the dust it will settle in the lungs. When the magic runs out, the desk will cease being dust and will become a desk again. Only it will destroy your body as it transforms back." Harry said as he brought his robe up to his face, covering his mouth and nose. "Excellent" Godric said as he continued his teaching.

"There are many ways to lock an item with magic, some in a simple matter and others using complicated spells and runes, but often times overlapping a few simple locking spells is much stronger than one complicated one. Someone trying to break into your item will usually start with the simple unlocking spell, Alohomora, also known as the Thief's Friend. Once they discovered that the item still remains locked the wizard or witch will assume it is a complicated spell they must break. Never realizing that it only requires a few more simple unlocking charms." Rowena continued "once an illusion is broken and the magic spell that was cast is revealed, the caster is no longer a witch or a wizard, they are simply a mere manipulator of magic. That is why silent and wandless casting is so feared. How do you counter a spell shooting at you that could be anything? There is only one known way, don't let it touch you" Harry began to clap, "awesome Rowena, the students will be eating out of the palm of your hand" Harry said while Rowena gave a short curtsey. "I look forward to their arrival" she responded looking at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, "I have kept you to long, Helga is expecting you."

"No, no, no. You will not be stepping into this greenhouse while I'm still living. The only talent you have in herbology is killing rare and hard to procure plants." Helga blocking the entrance to the greenhouse exclaimed, "Instead I will be teaching you etiquette, fair warning, anytime I hear you say one of your foul curse words, I will be hitting you with a stinging hex." Helga said, walking away from the greenhouse and towards the great hall. Entering the great hall Helga turned towards Harry and extended her hand. "You don't shake a ladies hand" she said as she began to explain the proper way to greet men, women and children. Helga also explained the reasons why you greet people of higher status than yourself differently than you would of someone in equal or lower standing. "Try again" Helga said extending her hand towards Harry, he grasped her hand lightly and bowed, brushing his lips against her knuckles "enchanted to meet you Ms. Hufflepuff" Harry remarked, rising from the bow and locking his eyes with hers.