Chapter 2

Previously

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

Rudigar paid no attention to the gossiping as he started at the boy.

'So this is the boy who lived' He thought while looking at him.

The sorting hat stayed quite for a few minutes as the whispers began to get louder.

"Better Be..... RAVENCLAW."

Year 1991 SEPTEMBER 1

Place Hogwarts

The house in blue erupted with joy and excitement after all the boy who lived was a part of their house now.

Rudigar noticed that the Gryffindor house was mostly scowling and frowning.

"Who knew that Harry Potter would be a nerd." Rudigar heard a red headed boy who had been sorted their a few minutes ago.

After some time the sorting ceremony had ended and all the new students had been sorted into their respective houses.

Professor Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

As he finished food appeared on all the tables of the great hall. The food contained a gariety of things such as, sauasage, roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.

'A summoning spell, didn't sound like one.' Rudigar thought as he looked at the elderly man.

Rudigar took some susages and a steak from the dishes infront of him. He also discretely produced wine in his glass.

Half an hour passes as all the students had filled their stomachs and were filled with energy.

Rudigar noticed many of the students staring at him as he ate.

"Before we do anything else, students I would like to welcome you to your new Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Please applaud for Mr Rudigar Chelsea." Dumbledore said with a grandfatherly smile.

The students started to clap as Rudigar stood up and walked towards the Headmaster.

"So Professor would you like to tell anything to the students?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes I would." Rudigar replied with his emotionless face.

"To many of you, I might look young and inexperienced. Which is quite correct as I am only a few years older than most of the students in seventh year. However that does not mean that I do not have the skills to teach you all. I assure you that even with my inexperience, I can teach you equally if not better than all your other Professors." Rudigar said with a serious voice.

The students started to clap to respect the Professore and Rudigar returned to his seat.

"Thank you Professor." Dumbledore said while a smile.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Rudigar noticed that the other teachers had smiles fixed on their face.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

And the school bellowed:

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flied and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

"Now it is time for you to return to you dorms. Prefects please guide the new students to the way." Dumbledore said as the prefects got up.

In a few minutes the giant hall was empty with only Rudigar and Dumbledore there.

"So Mr Rudigar, how did you like our humble school?" Dumbledore asked with a curious voice.

"It is quite magnificent, however their seems to be unnecessary rivalry among the houses. Normaly their should be students from each house at the tables, but they seemed isolated to their own house. This kind of behaviour isn't good for comradeship." Rudigar replied honestly.

"Ahhh Yes!, this rivalry between the houses has been here since the time of the Four Founders, their has been many attempts to make the children be somewhat friendly with each other. However it has been to no avail" Dumbledore sadly said.

"However fear not the children do not have bad ill towards themselves." He said perking up.

"Well I suppose that isn't that bad. Now may I ask where I will spend my time?" Rudigar asked.

"Follow me." Dumbledore said as the two of them walked out of the great hall and towards the south direction.

"This should be your room." Dumbledore said as he opened a door.

Rudigar opened the door and casted lumos with his wand.

"I suppose their are no light bulbs?" Rudigar asked as he saw the quite spacious room.

"Oh! No we don't altough I have been asking the board to use them. They are quite a nifty piece of muggle technology." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I suppose I should leave you be." Dumbledore said as he walked away.

Rudigar entered cast an extremely strong lumos spell with his wand as the entire room lighted up.

It consistsed of a queen sized bed, a work table a small lamp on a side table on the left of the bed. It also had another door on the right which Rudigar persumed was the bathroom.

'I suppose the best schools have the best facilities.' He thought with a smile.

Rudigar waved his wand in a zig zag and then made a circle. Three suitcase appeared infront of him on the floor.

"I should unload my things." Rudigar muttered while opening the first suitcase.

Place ALBANIA

A man wearing a turban was sutting infront of a campfire.

"I'm sorry my lord, please give forgiveness." The man quivered.

(I'm not writing the stuttering, too tedious.)

"SILENCE QUIRRELL,WHO WAS IT THAT TOOK THE JOB." A shouting noise came from the man's back.

"It was a man named Rudigar Chelsea My Lord." Quirrell said while shivering.

"THOSE DAMN CHELSEA FUCKERS." The voice sceamed in a demonic noise.

The man wearing the turban fell down on the ground and clentched his head.

Thud!

"AGGHHHHHHHHHH, MY LORD PLEASE, IT HURTTSS." The man screamed in pain.

"I DO NOT CARE HOW MUCH PAIN YOU FEEL, QUIRRELL DO WHATEVER, BUT GET ME TO THAT SCHOOL." The demonic voice screamed in anger as the man in the turban cried.

"Yes my Lord." The man said with fear in his voice.

"Good Quirrell, soon I'll return and return stronger than ever. No one will be able to stop me." The demon laughed psychoticly as the man laughed as well.

Their voiced mixed togather and created a tune worse than that of a demon.

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Rudigar has gotten settled in the school and tomorrow is the first day he teaches.

What will Quirrell do to help his Master get stronger?