GREEK LESSON
stone me please.like I am a witch.... Also comment and add to library
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Both professor Sinistra and Mcgonagall's classes passed quite fast . The lessons were more interesting to most first years and especially Hermione.
She seemed to have completed the whole term's course work with the way she answered the question.
"I think the sorting hat misplaced her, she should be in Ravenclaw, '' Ron said to his friends. "Two lessons and she has earned Gryffindor forty points" he said with his mouth full of rice padding. Hermione had excused herself saying she was still full from breakfast.
"well... Try not to nick them all little brother, we are on the run for the house cup you know" Fred who seemed to overhear everything Ron said, answered.
"That's a pot calling the kettle black" Ron said "I bet before the day ends you two shall have nicked all the forty" Ron added not looking at his brothers.
"Hear that bro, little Ronald has balls," said George sarcastically, " how about we place a real bet, George added.
Ron was quiet for a while. "Well, I don't have money. He said suddenly in a suppressed voice.. Fred and George looked at each other before they burst out laughing." of course you don't, we would disown you if you did. But we do" Fred said, indicating George and himself.
"if you get any point nicked, you get to do everything we tell you for a day. But if it's us...well you get 10 galleons.
" deal, " Ron said without much thinking and Both twins went back to whispering.
"Guys we should head for the Greek mythology class" said Seamus to his roommates.
"oh man.. not you too" mourned Troy, "it doesn't start until 1 o'clock. Seamus and Neville stood up." I know, but if you don't go early you might actually have to seat at the back." Harry said as he and Ron stood up too.. Everyone seemed to be highly interested in Greek mythology. Troy struggled to figure why,
But seeing all his friends rise, he had no choice. He didn't want to spend the afternoon in the library. He might as well go and listen to what he grew up knowing.
The class was not far from Macgonagall's. On entering they found that Hermione had already saved them seats At the front. Troy mourned inwardly. All his plans of having a quiet nap disappeared. They joined her as the class began to fill with students.
" Someone has changed his mind, I see," Hermione said looking at Troy.
"You guys think these things are just stories... I tell you they are real and ugly" Troy said as he sat next to Ron.
"It's ten minutes until the lesson starts and the class is almost full." Ron said as he scanned behind him.
Professor Belen walked in just as the clock turned 1 o'clock, shutting the door behind him. As he moved to the front of the class, Troy observed that most students were taking a peek at the short horns hidden beneath a mass of jet black hair. The professor didn't seem to mind.
Reaching his desk, he placed his books on it and turned to face the class. Everyone fell silent.
"bleeeh".
A goat's bleating filled the classroom making it erupt in wild laughter. Even Mr Belen seemed to be quite shocked at this. But the bleating had come from his own mouth.
He took a step back and took the opaque bottles on his table. Taking a long sip of the drink inside, he cleared his throat noisily.
" Good afternoon," he said with a heavy accent.
Few actually answered, many were still laughing. But Mr Belen didn't seem to care. He went on
"Pardon me for that. Am actually used to teaching satyr not humans." he said moving to his desk and opening his file. That got the class quiet. The professor had just admitted he was a satyr.
Now that Troy came to think of it, it actually proved Dumbledore's genius mind. Who better to teach Greek history than a satyr. He was after all a living proof that these were not myths.
How Dumbledore had managed to get a satyr to accept to teach at hogwart was beyond him.
Something else was nagging him Though. How was everybody able to see Mr Belen's horns and hear his bleat.?, this things were supposed to be hidden by the Mist
"Now let's begin, shall we"?I am professor Belen. But really. Just call me Mr Belen. Nothing fancy.
Now you might have realized you can see my horns and of course you heard my bleating. That means you are not under the influence of the Mist as long as you are in this classroom. . " Mr Bellen went on. His deep voice drowned the murmurs.
" now I know you will ask what the mist is. That's a good point to start. But I have to inform you that this subject is not mandatory. So you are at liberty to take note or not.
Now The Mist also known as the Duat or Glamour is a supernatural force controlled by the goddess Hecate. It twists a mortal's sight from seeing monsters, gods, Titans, and other supernatural occurrences by replacing them with things the mortal mind knows about and can comprehend. It's similar to your own concealment charms that your ministry employs to conceal the magical world " Mr Belen paused. Unwrapping the package on his desk, he held it high for the entire class to see.
" Now I want somebody to tell me what this is, " he said, as his eyes ran over the class.
Troy looked at the dagger without amusement. There was nothing special to it.
A female hand short up from the back.
"Yes, your name please." the professor said encouragingly.
"Parvati patil. The girl said."
"Well Ms Patil, what do you see?" Mr Belen asked.
"a handkerchief sir" both Harry and Troy burst out in laughter but realized their mistake a little late. The entire class was so dead serious. They all saw a handkerchief instead of a silver dagger that the professor was holding.
Mr Belen ignored the two boys. "Please raise your hand if you see a handkerchief." Everyone with the exception of Harry Troy and Hermione shot their hands up.
The professor turned to the trio who sat at the front. "well ms what's your name" he said looking at Hermione
" Hermione Granger," she answered shyly.
" Well ms granger, would you mind telling us what you see?"
Hermione pauses for a while as if thinking, then she answered loudly
" A dagger". This time the majority of the class roared in laughter
" Oh of course Granger would see that." declared a voice within the slytherin group.
"And you two say it's a dagger" Mr Belen asked looking at both Troy and Harry who both nodded.
The professor raised his hand and the class fell silent.
"Now class, you have all seen the power of the mist," he said, wiping the dagger through the air. The rest of the class gasped in shock. "No way," Ron said" I swear it was a handkerchief." the satyr miles at Ron's confusion.
"This proves that all of you except these three" he said as he pointed to Harry Troy and Hermione "are under the full influence of the Mist.
Now that we know what the mist is and what it can do, let us go back to the beginning. Everything has a foundation and so does earth and everything in it. This is a tale of how the gods came to be, "the professor said as he paced through the classroom. He did not even pause to refer to the notes.. Everything came from his head.
" In the beginning, there was only Chaos, the gaping emptiness. Then, out of the formless void, sprang forth three more primordial deities: Gaea (Earth), Tartarus (the Underworld), and Eros (Love). Once Love was there, Gaea and Chaos – two female deities – were able to procreate and shape everything known and unknown in the universe.
Chaos gave birth to Erebus (Darkness) and Nyx (Night). Erebus slept with his sister Nyx, and out of this union Aether, the bright upper air, and Hemera, the Day, emerged. Afterward, feared by everyone but her brother, Night fashioned a family of haunting forces all by herself. Among others, her children included the hateful Moros (Fate), the black Ker (Doom), Thanatos (Death), Hypnos (Sleep), Oneiroi (Dreams), Geras (Old Age), Oizus (Pain), Nemesis (Revenge), Eris (Strife), Apate (Deceit), Philotes (Sexual Pleasure), Momos (Blame), and the Hesperides (the Daughters of the Evening).
Meanwhile, Gaea gave birth to Uranus, the Starry Sky. Uranus became Gaea's husband, surrounding her from all sides. Together, they produced three sets of children: the three one-eyed Cyclopes, the three Hundred-Handed Hecatoncheires, and the twelve Titans.
However, Uranus was a cruel husband and an even crueler father. He hated his children and didn't want to allow them to see the light of day. So, he imprisoned them into the hidden places of the earth, Gaea's womb. This angered Gaea, and she plotted with her sons against Uranus. She made a harpe, a great adamant sickle, and tried to incite her children to attack Uranus. All were too afraid, except the youngest Titan, Cronus.
Gaea and Cronus set up an ambush for Uranus. As he was preparing to lay with Gaea, Cronus castrated him with the sickle, throwing his severed genitals into the ocean. It is unclear as to what happened to Uranus afterward; he either died, withdrew from the earth, or exiled himself to Italy. From the blood that was spilled on the earth due to his castration, emerged the Giants, the Meliae (the Ash Tree Nymphs), and the Erinyes (the Furies). From the sea foam that was produced when his genitals fell into the ocean, arose Aphrodite, the Goddess of Beauty.
Cronus became the next ruler. He imprisoned the Cyclopes and the Hecatoncheires in Tartarus and set the dragoness Campe to guard them. He married his sister, the Titaness Rhea, who bore him five children. However, Gaea and Uranus had both prophesied that Cronus would eventually be overthrown by one of his sons. So much like his father, Cronus maltreated his children, devouring each of them at the time of birth. Rhea was distressed by Cronus' treatment of her children and, just like Gaea before him, plotted against her husband. On the advice of her mother, when it was time to give birth to her sixth child, Rhea hid herself on Crete, leaving the new-born child to be raised by the nymphs of the island. To conceal her act, she wrapped a stone in swaddling clothes and passed it off as the supposed baby to Cronus, who, unaware of her intentions, swallowed it yet again." Mr Belen retreated to his desk and opened his file.
" Now, seeing that our time is almost done..... "At this, the class roared in disappointment. Just then the bell rang. The professor gave the class an- I - told - you kind of Look Then went on." at your free time, read the story of how Zeus the God of sky and the Olympus alfather returned to rescue his siblings. When we meet in our next lesson, we shall look at the relationship between the gods and mortals. The class is over. Mr Belen said, folding his files and seating on his chair as the students began to file out of the class discussing the interesting lessons.