I am feeling good~
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Well, I was getting sad over the lack of comments and interaction, I mean we aren't getting even twenty Powerstones a day, and that's after people give three Powerstones individually. So I am taking a break, to work on my personal life and touch some grass, which is very much needed. It will come better next time.
This is the last chapter in my stash... so the story is undergoing a hiatus for an uncertain amount of time.
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Birds flying high..,
You know how I feel...
Sun in the sky!
You-know how I feel
Bree-eze driftin' on by~
YOu know How I~ feel
It's a new dawn -.-.-.
It's a new day .-.-.-.
It's a new life -.-.-.
Fo-or mee...
And I'm feeling good
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I'm feeling so good
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The golden robes flew past the cupboard and enveloped him.
The room was no short of a luxurious mansion room, although it was not a room of a noble.
But the man might just be a noble.
He poses, and his teeth twinkling as if it was the pole star.
One flick from the wand and the slightly dishevelled hair received the care they deserved.
Shoes- the mirror of a man's manners- polished to the point one could see their future in them.
*tap* *tap*
The shoes fit in the sole of his, perfectly with no crease in his garments.
Posture- upright, gaze- unwavering, smile- beaming as always- manners- gentlemanly as ever, clothes- complimenting one's aura and accomplishments- inspiring to everyone.
The door opened itself for the man, everyone giving space to let the man walk in a straight line.
Girls blushing at his sight and Boys in awe of him.
He walked into the Great Hall, nearly full of students, all looking at him in reverence. All eyes on him, be that of the children or that of his fellow professors.
He sat down on his rightful seat, a position he received and deserved due to his accomplishments in the Wizarding World as a whole, not just Wizarding Britain.
Nothing could ever ruin his day, as he was the sun of joy in everyone's life.
He picked up the knife and fork before his shoulder was tapped from behind- the audacity to touch him!- and he turned- the audacity to touch him by the end of one's cane!
Behind him was a man with some bandages on his eye, even when both could be seen in full light, working fine. Unkept hair and dishevelled clothes, budding facial hair and he looked nothing like his regal presence!
"Ah, Assitant Professor Lockhart-" Gidreoy's face scrunched at the prefix with his rightful post "-I am afraid you are in my place."
"I am afraid I am at the right place, this is the position for the Professor of Defence against the Dark Arts. Who might you be?" He asked, as he had once met Lord Dumbledore before in Florish and Blotts and this beggar hobo of a man wasn't him.
"Oh the seats are not permanently fixed per se but I am indeed the Professor for Defence against the Dark Arts. Eren Yeager."
One could have seen the blood on Assistant Professor Lockhart's lips, and his jaw due to the sheer force he had gritted his teeth.
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"Welcome to your first second-year Defence against the Dark Arts class, at least it is the first time for me, Now I am told Professor Lockhart here is well versed in the Dark Creature part of your syllabus for the year, so I will be expecting him to cover your Dark Creature syllabus.
I will be more focused on the practical aspect of Defence. Today's topic of focus will be the Petrificus Totalus spell, the full Body binding spell. Miss Granger, please come ahead to show us the spell." Hermione followed, confused and afraid of how the Professor knew she had learnt the spell. Harry was not confused however, if anything he expected Hermione to throw seventh-year spells by the pace she was reading her books.
"pe-TRI-fi-cus to-TAH-lus" The spell followed its pace to meet the dancing dummy, rendering it petrified and on the floor.
"Good go back to your seat" Hermione did what was asked of her, somewhat dissatisfied with how she was not rewarded points for the feat.
"Now anyone can tell me what was wrong with the casting." Eren could practically hear the silent huff from the Gryffindor bushy-haired girl.
"I reckon the pronunciation was too perfect for Lady magic," Ron whispered to Harry, who frowned at his friend's antic of calling out Hermione for being a know-it-all, even if it was too much sometimes.
"What was that Mr. Weasley?" Ron stood up hesitantly, unwilling to repeat out of embarrassment of being called up by the Professor.
"Ten points to Gryffindor, you are right Mister Weasley."
"I am?" He asked, ignoring the stare he was getting from the said know-it-all.
"While pronunciation is thought to be an integral part of the spell, in truth it is almost wasteful and borderline useless in the actual casting." Everyone scrunched up, how could saying a spell be useless in spell casting? when the magic process itself was known as a "spell"?
"Humor me this, Mister Malfoy..." Draco stood up "How do people who do not live in the English-dominated side of the world use the same magic as us for the past few centuries?"
"They are taught English and Latin?"
"No, Mister Malfoy, sit down." Draco sat down in confusion. "Those like the Bharatians of old(Indians of new), of the Nippon Magical Empire (the Japanese), of the Ming Empire (Chinese of new), of the Red Indian tribes of the US or any African community do not know the ABCs of English, much less Latin. It is easy to comprehend, that the actual working part of the spell is not, the spelling part of the spell but the wand movement and the intent, which is the only thing common between the same and the different spells like Petrificus Totalus, Ishi-ka suru (Japanese), Pat-tharikaram (Sanskrit) or any other language.
Today you will be learning the Full body binding spell with full incantation, movement and intention, but in homework, you will be writing the spell in at least three different languages of your choice, and for twenty extra points, use the spell in any other language than Latin or English." Everyone was listening attentively to Eren, not missing even one word, but he noticed when this started to get boring for the children.
"Now make a line to hit the dummy." And chaos ensured after children of age 12 were given reign to make a queue promptly.
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Accio Power stones
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