First Classes (2)

Authors Note:

Hey guys, sorry it took around a week to release this chapter, I should be able to start releasing more often. Still, since it's the end of the school year and graduation and all that crap is coming up, I might be unable to release chapters almost daily like I was able to before. However, don't worry even if it does take a week for a chapter to come out, I will still keep this story going!

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"Pity, clearly, fame isn't everything... is it, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked while Draco looked back at Harry with a mocking look.

"What an idiot." Alaric couldn't help but sigh with a light chuckle

"It's not nice to say mean things about others Alaric, Harry was just put on the spot I'm sure that's all it was," Hermione said while defending Harry

"I wasn't talking about him," Alaric said as he flicked her forehead. "I was talking about how Snape was bullying an eleven-year-old due to some past grievances with the kid's parents, the grease ball needs to grow up is all I'm saying," Alaric said with a shrug as he looked back up to the front to hear the lesson

Snape then proceeded to explain what they would be doing in class today and paired up students in groups of two as they set off to try and make the potion for the cure for boils.

Alaric had paired up with some random Slytherin whose name he couldn't be bothered to remember. While the other students were struggling Alaric who had quite extensive knowledge of potion making, was working his magic, pun intended, as he added ingredient after ingredient mixing them together perfectly.

For the first part of the potion, Alaric added six snake fangs to a mortar that were crushed into a fine powder using the pestle.

He then added four measures of the crushed fangs to the cauldron that held the liquid inside and he proceeded to heat the mixture while he stirred.

before he hearted the mixture he added some Pungous Onions that had been finely sliced into the cauldron, right after that he added some dried nettles and a dash of Flobberworm Mucus, quite the disgusting ingredient, and then he stirred the mixture vigorously.

He took a quick reprieve from stirring and added a sprinkle of powdered ginger root and started vigorously stirring once again, after he stopped stirring he added some pickled Shrake spines and then stirred gently as to not overexcite the Shrake spines.

Continuing from there, he added a glug of stewed horned slugs, and then took the cauldron off of the burner and added the porcupine quills, after a little bit more stirring, he finished the potion off with a quick wave of his wand injecting some magic into the mixture, this was what gave it such a great effect.

'I guess there will be "silly wand waving" in this class now won't there sniffilus' Alaric thought with amusement

as the potion settled and was complete, it came out perfectly, no other student had made one better than him.

As Snape made his rounds throughout the classroom, he insulted pretty much everyone, even his own house members, all except for a blonde ferret, and Alaric himself.

When Snape made it to Alaric's station, he was wearing his signature stern look and was priming an insult when he peered into the cauldron and a visible shock appeared on his face. "Amazing," Snape mumbled

"I'm sorry professor I didn't quite catch that, could you please repeat what you said?" Alaric asked in a tone that held a hint of sarcasm

"Oh, ahem, this potion is passable, 10 points Slytherin." Snape spat out but through his facade of a douchebag, Alaric could detect a hint of admiration for the boy, of course, it wasn't anything substantial as he had only made one potion, but as the year went on, Snape was surely going to come to admire Alaric's ability with the cauldron more and more.

As Snape resumed his rounds, he came upon Neville and Seamus and managed to catch the backend of Neville screwing up royally, he added the porcupine quills while the cauldron was still on the heat and the pot proceeded to melt and become a hot blob of melted metal and potions ingredients.

To add insult to injury, bright red boils started to appear all over the poor boy's body and he soon collapsed in pain and discomfort

Seeing this, Snape called Neville an idiot and berated the boy who is lying on the floor in pain and took ten points away from Gryffindor before sending him to the hospital wing.

Snape then turned to Harry who was watching the whole thing and asked why he didn't stop Neville from doing the wrong thing. Snape had surmised that Harry thought Neville's misstep would make Harry himself look better. Snape took another point from Gryffindor and Harry tried to protest, but Ron told him not to push it for fear of getting detention with the man-bat.

--Great Hall, Lunchtime--

After Snape's class, the time for lunch had rolled around and Alaric was famished, it wasn't like he was doping any special training or whatnot, no, it was simply the fact that the food was so good!

Unlike British muggles, the house elves and even most of the wizarding kind actually use seasoning and spices! I know right, it's preposterous!

(A/N I'm sorry I had to lmao)

As Alaric was eating his lunch at the end of the Slytherin table by himself, he looked up as Seamus was about to try and cast a spell only to have it literally blow up in his face, and Alaric just couldn't miss that now, could he?

Seamus proceeded to grab his wand and point it in front of him as he began to chant." Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water, into rum!" Seamus kept chanting a few times before the desired effect happened, at least, the one Alaric desired, the second he tried to chant the line again, Seamus wand let off a small explosion that flung plates and food all over the place and he had soot on his face and his hair was disheveled.

After having a good laugh at Seamus' expense, the screech of owls was heard as the great hall was flooded with the creatures, all of them having either a parcel or letter attached to them.

"Guess mail's here," Alaric said to himself

As he watched the avians distribute the items they held, one light grey owl flew toward Alaric and dropped a suitcase and a letter along with it.

this owl was Reginald, the family's resident mailman, for some weird reason, Alaric's grandfather had decided to give the bird a posh-sounding human name.

"Ah, thank you, Reggy, here you go, a treat," Alaric said as he pet the owl and handed it a few pieces of chicken, and after a thankful chirp, the owl flew back out to make the trek back home.

Alaric opened the letter already having an idea of what it would say and what the suitcase was.

[Dear Alaric,|

The new suitcase had come in and I took the liberty of having some of the finest American wizards charm it to add the undetectable extension charm and turn it into the sanctuary-like creation that was my old suitcase and your old was as well, which speaking of, wonderful job on that I must say, you have quite the talent in charms my boy, not to mention your connection with creatures and how it fascinates me. Ah, it seems I've gotten off topic, anyway, I hope you and the creatures housed within enjoy their new accommodations.

Yours, Newt Scamander.]

Yup, the same Newt you are thinking of, Alaric had contacted the eccentric Magizoologist during the summer months and they had met up and chatted over some tea while having an animated conversation about all sorts of magical creatures. Newt was especially giddy when Alaric had brought out Sigurd to say hello, having never seen a Magic Wolf up close before, much less a pup, the old man was to say the very least excited and astounded.

Alongside the letter from Newt, Alaric had also gotten one from Theodoric, and inside were just some greetings and him asking how to first days had gone and whatnot. Alaric would write a reply later and give it to one of the Hogwarts owls to deliver.

Along with the other items, the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, on the front cover was a moving picture of some Gringotts goblins investigating a vault. 'It looks like quirellmort has started making his moves' Alaric thought as he started to read the article

[Believed to be the work of dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins while acknowledging the breach, insist nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, Had, in fact, been emptied earlier that very same day.

--Later, the lawn of Hogwarts--

Broom flight class was about to begin and what do you know, Gryfinndor and Slytherin were matched up together, yet again. 'Ok now I'm sure, Dumbledore must love inciting conflict among the children, which, I can't really fault him, I would do the same.' Alaric thought as Madam Hooch came walking through the children who were lined up in two lines facing each other.

"Good afternoon class." Hooch said in greetings to the children as she put on some gloves "Good afternoon Madame Hooch." the class echoed in greeting.

Once she reached the end of the row of children, Madam Hooch turned around and gazed upon the different students with her dull golden, almost yellow hawk-like eyes.

Madam Hooch having been born prior to 1918, made her slightly older than Alaric's grandfather who was born that year, one thing that Alaric noticed was that while she had grey hair due to being old, despite not looking like a woman in her late seventies, Hooch also had some strands of platinum that stuck out from the regular grey, similar to the Reinhardt's.

This along with her eyes and talent with wind magic, just about confirmed his suspicions of he and her being distantly related in some way. Hooch's eyes lingering on him only made his suspicions more profound. 'I guess it wouldn't hurt to talk to her and ask.'

Once she broke her eyes away from Alaric, she officially began the lesson. "Welcome to your first flying lesson." She said with a smile. "Well, what are waiting for? Everyone, step up to the left side of their broomstick." She said dropping the smile and assuming the posture of a seasoned educator

Following her instructions, the children all moved to the sides of their designated brooms. "Come on now, hurry up," she said while hurrying them and moving on to her lesson.

"Stick your right hand over the broom, and say up." immediately following her instructions, the kids did as they were told and thus commenced the shit show that was the first day of flying lessons.

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Authors note:

Sorry the chapter is a little shorter than usual, I just really wanted to get one out today, the next chapter will go back to being longer.