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~ TransfigurationHarry and his group arrived at the Transfiguration Classroom first. So they can choose the last seats in the room. It was something that Harry has been telling Daphne and Astoria if you go into a room and see a place that has your back against the wall Take it. But it should also be near an exit.
Even with how strong Harry is, his mentality is to survive in any situation. Preparation. A magic user who doesn't prepare is a dead one.
Enchanted Clothing and items for protection. Carrying lots of potions for any situation.
Stand by spells like Escudo. Portkeys and excetera. They entered the classroom and it was entirely empty. Except for the cat on the teachers table.
" McGonagall's pet?" Daphne says with a raised eyebrow
Hope frowned "No.. it smells different than a regular cat"
"Remember hope. You know this smell" Harry smiled at her.
You could literally see the cogs turning in her head. She was trying hard to remember the scent. Then it hit her. Harry smelled kind of similar. This was McGonagall's office. What does she and Harry have in common. They are both Transfiguration Masters. Admittedly Harry is only a Master in certain aspects like Human Transfiguration and General Transmutation. But they can also turn into animals. The cat IS Professor McGonagall
"I see." Hope smiled "An Animagus."
The cat's eyes widened in surprise. The professor could easily hear them across the room now in her cat form. She quickly jumped and turned back to normal.
Daphne was very surprised by the change. It was rare to see an Animagus so openly using their powers.
"Well done recognising me. I assume you have met other Animagus in the United States" McGonagall asked with a raised eyebrow. She was still quite wary of this 'bodyguard' but she will keep it professional.
"Not as many as you would think" Hope replied politely while Harry just took one of the last seats without saying anything. He was here purely because he was curious of the teaching methods in Hogwarts. Or the lack off, to be more precise.
McGonagall pursed her lips a bit. ' Mr. Potter is already being difficult. He truly has no respect for us and doesn't recognize our authority. And the sad part is that I completely understand why. You take any Hogwarts Graduate and put them back in their first year. I would be surprised if the room was still standing after that. What in Merlin's name was Albus thinking!?'
"You can take your seats. And please don't say anything to the other students. I like to surprise the first years like this in their first class. To show off what Transfiguration can accomplish"
"We won't say a word" Harry spoke up "But one question first. Do you teach Transmutation here in Hogwarts"
The professor looked surprised by that question " Transmutation.. no, we do not teach that here. As it is easy misuse and unlike Transfiguration, Transmutation is permanent, making any spell injuries considerably more difficult to reverse."
"I see.. how disappointing. Well it was a long shot anyway. I'm quite skilled at Transmutation, so I was curious to see how you teach it compared to Salem. But to think you cut out an entire branch of Matter Manipulation." Harry shook his head. He was actually really disappointed. Matter Manipulation can be divided into Transfiguration, Transmutation, Conjuring and Vanishing.
And they cut one off because it is difficult for them to handle any injuries during the class. Its really simple. If anybody messes around with Transmutation, just kick them out. Matter Manipulation is a very dangerous branch of magic. If someone isn't taking it seriously, well he doesn't deserve to study it in the first place.
The students start to enter the classroom. Naturally they just glance or outright stare at Harry. The teacher turned from a cat into he ordinary form, surprising the students. Certainly making an impression.
McGonagall does her speech. And uses transfiguration to shift the table into various objects and Animals.
Harry is judging her teaching methods. She starts off good. She gains the attention of the class and wows the students. She then explains the dangers of Transfiguration.
She then just laid out matches in front of them and tells them to use the spell to turn it into needles.
This is where she messed up in Harry's eyes. She didn't explain the most important part of this 'Exercise'. Imagination and Intent. She just left the students to try figure things out on their own.
Let children who have never used magic try their first Transfiguration spell without any advice. What could go wrong? They need to Visualise the match changing into a needle, and their Intent needs to be strong. Otherwise they are just wasting their time.
But all in all, this was a pretty good class. Not that he would be returning.
Harry kept twirling the match in his fingers, mid twirl, the match started to change, it turned into silver, then sharpened turning into a needle. But there were tiny groves in the
~ Charms
Harry arrived first as planned.
"Ahh. Young Mister Potter." Flitwick says with a smile "Welcome to my class. I must say I am surprised you came. I thought you would ignore us all"
Harry smiled, Flitwick was being cordial, so its bad taste to act like an asshole. "I don't plan to. But I'm curious to see if Hogwarts classes are as bad as they say. You are a very well known Charm Master and Dueling Champion. So I find it strange that Hogwarts has such a low rating."
Flitwick sighed "Its not up to me. Unfortunately I can only teach what they allow, Unlike my other colleagues I traveled often for my tournaments, and I buy charm books from whatever country I go to. I am well aware how much more advanced the other countries are, especially the U.S. Their books are much better structured and even have Arithmancy formulas and a bit of history for each spell.
Unfortunately due to my heritage, its quite difficult to find a job somewhere else, so all I can do it keep teaching subpar classes, since the pureblood children likely won't pass the International Level tests"
Harry was visibly surprised by this. And immediately felt a certain kinship with Flitwick. Both were masters in their respective fields and both were 'trapped' in Hogwarts. Harry started to laugh "Hahaha, if you ever get sick of this place contact me. I'll get you a respectable job and position. I don't give a damn about someone's heritage. I judge people on merit, talent and potential"
Flitwick was surprised by that and got a bit teary eyed "You are just as kind as your mother. Thank you Mr. Potter. You have finished your magical education, but if you have any advanced questions for Charms feel free to ask me. I will gladly help you with your Charms Mastery. At least then your time here won't be completely wasted"
"I'll take you up on that. The first class is Lumos right?"
Flitwick nodded and sighed "An entire class on such a basic spell. I think we could add Leviosa to the first class but they turned down my proposition"
"We do have Lumos and Leviosa in the first class. But most of the class is spent behind the mechanics of both spells. Of all spells a wizard can produce, Lumos uses the least amount of magic. Once everybody produces the basic spell we go on to the variations. Like changing the color of Lumos"
Again Flitwick sighed and Harry saw where the guy was coming from. He was a competent teacher with great education and prestige. But he was stuck teaching subpar classes here to spoiled rich brats. The only practical plus side for him is when a muggleborn like Lily goes on to become a Charm Master or Mistress. Its having enough students that have become Masters is a requirement to become a Grandmaster.
"Ever thought of becoming a Grandmaster?" Harry asked the man who perked up
"Of course. Who hasn't? But even though i fulfill the student requirement and made my original spell. It takes too much power to use, even for someone like Dumbledore. So it was deemed a failure."
Now this got Harry's attention. A spell a Mid-Class can't easily use, created here, by someone with little knowledge of the Supernatural. Now that was interesting.
"Professor Flitwick. I think you and I are going to have some interesting conversations in the future."
~History.
Harry went in saw the ghost, He went to the table and only saw that the pages were open for Goblin Rebellions.
"Yeah, no way I am wasting any time here" he had satisfied his curiosity and it was now time to leave
~DADA
'Smells of Garlic.' was Harry's first thought as he entered the room just to leave the next second
Hope was feeling kind of uncomfortable. Garlic for a true vampire isn't anything like a poison. Its like an allergy to dust or pollen. Very annoying and uncomfortable. If ingested it can cause swelling and rashes.
~ Herbology
The Greenhouses were... disappointing. Even without his pots and technology. They could at least learn proper techniques. They did their job, plants grew well. Especially in the cold Scottish weather. But it could be better. A lot better.
But Pomona's skill could not be denied. She is growing some really rare plants here. In these old ass shitty greenhouses. There seems to be a theme in Hogwarts. Old and barely working.
~ Potions. (HEAVY BASHING)
The moment Harry entered the room he frowned heavy. There were so many things wrong with this room it almost gave him an aneurysm.
Dirty.
The whole place looked like it hasn't been cleaned in years. The countertops were relatively clean, but that was the only thing clean here. There were ingredients put in glass jars. From a glance he could tell that they were sealed really well. But the presentation of ingredients being around cobwebs was really annoying him.
Another thing was that it was a closed room, stale air. Fumes from the potions have nowhere to go so they stay trapped in the room. Potion rooms ideally need to be on the top floors with lots of open windows. And have filtering runes all around the room, as to completely get rid off any toxic fumes.
Not to mention, he doesn't see any sort of protective gear. What if a potion splashed on you. Oh go to the hospital wing.
'Fucking idiots' Harry scowled as he sat down. Soon the room was filled with Slytherins and Ravenclaws.
Malfoy Junior started to walk towards Harry but a single glare from him scared the little boy off.
BAM
The doors opened, and Snape rushed in with his cape billowing behind him.
"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class" he dramatically turned around and crossed his arms as he looked down on the children
'Drama Queen' Harry scoffed in his mind
"As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is Potion Making. However for those select few.." he glanced at Malfoy " Who posses the predisposition.. I can teach you how to bewitch the mind.. and ensnare the senses.. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."
'Technically that is all true, but did he have to do the theatrics as well?'
Snape glanced at Harry. He is wary of Harry, but this is his class, and he holds all the power here. It won't do him any good to cower from a little boy.
"It appears that this year we have a celebrity in our midst. The youngest Potion Master in the world" Snape tried very hard not to sneer at that
Harry just raises an eyebrow and gives the man his best bored face.
"I'm sure Mr. Potter won't mind answering a few questions to prove his Title" Snape said with a smile, he was planning on embarrassing him here in front of the other students.
"Actually I do mind. I'm not here as a student Snape. I am here to see how abysmal your teaching methods really are. I have asked your pervious students, they just say that you point at the board and tell them that the recipe is on it.
And judging by that Burn Balm recipe on the board, I guess they were right."
Snape's face turned red "You little brat who are you to judge my methods! If they can't follow such simple instructions they don't deserve to make potions!"
Harry sneered at the man " You are by far the worst teacher i have ever seen and a Third Rate Potion Maker. Your classroom is dirty, the windows aren't open and there is no protective gear here. The first class is ALWAYS!! ALWAYS! Teaching the new students the reactions between potion ingredients and the meaning of how and when you stir the cauldron. You simply skip that and let the students learn from their injuries and pain. You don't deserve your mastery"
Snape's eyes were bloodshot and his hands gripping the table. He knew that if he attacked Potter his carrier would be over. But the brat was pushing his limits
"Frankly I'm going to write to my teacher. Grandmaster Griffith. Just so he comes in person to kill you, since you are an embarrassment to Portioneers around the world. Whatever I saw enough to know that this class is a waste of time.
Too bad. I had hopes that you would be at least somewhat professional. Guess that is too much to ask of Hogwarts." Harry stood up. Hope and Daphne were right behind him. Tracy seeing this followed behind them.
Her reasoning is simple. Harry went to a prestigious school and was taught by a Grandmaster Portioneer. If he says that Snape is a terrible teacher and this is a waste of time its probably true. So she would probably learn more from him.
Snape gritted his teeth as he watched them leave. He turned to the rest of the students who flinched when they saw his angry face. "Read the first 10 pages of your books, I will return soon"
He rushed out of the classroom and headed to the Headmaster's Office.