213 Harry Potter: Professor Walker, Quirrell and Snape and a New Waifu

The silence in the hallway became present as Allen advanced; this time he wasn't coming as a student but as a teacher. In the absence of Quirrell, he would be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.

There was a slight concern because Rebecca was currently pretending to be him.

Rebecca wasn't dumb, she could handle the task. The only detail was that she was temperamental, and most likely, she would react violently to provocations. Of course, that's also something Allen would do depending on the situation.

...

In Allen's next class were George and Fred Weasley, they were in their third year at Hogwarts and had earned a bad reputation for being troublesome kids.

"Don't be stupid, do you want to be tied to the back of a troll?!" a boy in Gryffindor's uniform looked terrified at the twins, who were preparing a prank to welcome the new teacher, Allen Walker.

"Don't be a killjoyIt's going to be all right, isn't it George?" said Fred Weasley with a mischievous grin, who was the younger twin brother.

"Who knows, from what I've heard, Allen Walker defeated a dragon by throwing a rock, isn't that so, Fred?" chuckled the elder Weasley twin. "Maybe we'll end up inside a basilisk!"

"Hahaha that would be bad" replied Fred as he charmed the pot to float above the front door.

It was all a joke to them, fearless of repercussions, valor and stupidity, a dangerous combination.

The other students had different reactions. While some were excited to meet Professor Walker, others wished Quirrell would return to Hogwarts so they wouldn't have to deal with him.

Two differences with Allen Jr. are that the disdain for the Walker isn't evident. The predominant emotion is sheer fear.

For years, Allen Walker had been synonymous with fear. When he appeared, it was because some wizard, witch, or even an entire family would be sent to Azkaban.

It is said that Allen demolished a castle with a single strike.

It is said that Allen killed two Death Eaters with just a glance.

It is said that the Dementors fear him.

It is said that he subdued a dragon with a rock.

It is said that he survived an ambush by thirty dark wizards.

Each legend is more exaggerated than the previous one; many are merely unconfirmed rumors.

But one thing is certain: the last five years have been filled with news about Allen Walker.

Another recent piece of news is his clear rebellion against the Ministry of Magic, something even Dumbledore himself didn't dare.

Allen used to defy Ministry orders, sometimes doing things he had been forbidden. In fact, the Ministry had made deals with several dark wizards under the table.

Including the Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, who offered information in exchange for avoiding Azkaban. However, Allen locked him up, ignoring the Ministry's warnings, although he only imprisoned Lucius and left the rest of the Malfoy family free.

This earned him a formal accusation, and for a while, everyone thought he would go to Azkaban, but... something happened in the trial, and Allen ended up free with his position restored... no one knows how he managed to get out of that.

Another year passed, and it was said that he had already surpassed Dumbledore himself; it's believed that by the time he reaches Dumbledore's age, he'll be on par with the legendary Merlin.

However, one day out of nowhere, he left his position as an Auror and became a professor at Hogwarts; this news shook the magical world throughout the world.

Rumors say the Ministry forced him to resign to avoid more trouble with him; others say he's actually an infiltrator at Hogwarts to keep Dumbledore in check.

Others say that Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was afraid of Allen and decided to distance him from him.

One thing is for sure: Allen Walker, as young and dazzling as he may seem, is someone terrifying. However, the Weasley brothers lack survival instincts.

...

The hallway echoed with Allen's footsteps; he had already given some classes at this point, but there was something different. Artoria commanded respect, so the students didn't comment on his appearance and age, but with Allen, there was a pressure that grew as he approached.

"Hey, George... don't you think this is a mistake?"

It had been a long time since Fred Weasley had doubted when pulling a prank.

"It'll be fine, brother..." George responded, but he had sweaty hands, and even the possibility of ending up in Azkaban crossed his mind.

Unfortunately for both of them, it was too late; Allen opened the door. His distinctive white hair, which seemed to emit its own light, stood out as he entered dressed in formal attire and a trench coat.

The first trap was activated, and a cauldron full of slime floating above the door tipped over, spilling the viscous liquid onto Allen.

Allen smiled, and the liquid remained suspended in the air as if it had stopped in time.

"Reparo is a very interesting spell..." said Allen, walking slowly to his desk. "It's not as if objects are repaired instantly; it's as if they go back in time... so I thought that this spell didn't repair things..." Allen smiled at the students before snapping his fingers, and the liquid returned to its original position above the door. "Perhaps with certain modifications/improvements, this spell could negate cause and effect..."

Fred, George, and the rest of the classroom held their breath.

Allen chuckled. "Of course, it wasn't possible, as it's not even capable of affecting living beings..." Allen narrowed his eyes at his students. "Or perhaps there's something about magic that we still don't understand..."

The class had scared looks for no reason, while the culprits of the prank attempt were sweating cold.

"Brother, we're dead," George thought, sweating.

"Oh brother, I don't want to go to Azkaban," thought Fred, his face pale.

As the class clung to Allen's every word, he blinked; his goal was to make a good impression on his students but ended up scaring them.

Gwen – Allen, remember the reputation you have; your pranks make Death Eaters sweat...

Allen opened his eyes at the comment, then coughed, grabbing the class's attention.

"I'm Allen Walker, and I'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Everyone remained silent. Allen made a gesture with his hands, and several books appeared on his desk.

"You're in your third year, so you already have many things assimilated, I could teach you more about everything that can kill you and how to avoid it..." Allen flipped through a book as he sat on the desk. "But what if we do something different? I know you're all curious about how I broke the rules imposed since the creation of Hogwarts or why everyone calls me the strongest with such certainty despite appearing out of nowhere."

The class was silent.

"How about if I break your common sense a little?" Allen smiled mischievously, many girls felt their hearts skip a beat.

It was a fact that the existence of the Walkers and Allen Walker was a mystery. Many were excited to learn what kind of things had happened for many professors to allow Allen's graduation without going through all that.

Strangely, the class would be different, and as if sensing it, several professors took a break or made excuses to leave their classes and spy on Allen.

"First, let's remember a bit of history," Allen conjured a globe. "Magic exists all over the world, and there are those who use it differently... I know you already know this, but you don't keep it in mind very much."

Allen stood up and made a hand sign, then changed his hair color to red.

"In Africa, magic is taught using different symbols and hand signs."

Allen took out a ring and put it on. "In America, there are different ways; the most popular ones are two: one, as you see, was a modification of the European wand into artifacts capable of channeling magic; the second is more traditional and inherited before colonization through rituals where the person was tried to be turned into a magical object... it's complicated to explain in one sentence."

A student raised her hand. "So, you don't need to use a wand to do magic?!"

"No," he responded, then noticed the students' incredulous faces. It was obvious that while they knew magic was practiced all over the world, they didn't know how it was done, and most thought everyone used wands.

"Well, this requires delving into topics that are more suitable for the History of Magic and Charms, but that's okay."

"It doesn't require a wand to use magic, just as you can throw a stone with your hand, but if you use a slingshot, you'll achieve much greater force than you could with just your physical strength."

"That's a wand, a magical catalyst, and it allows those without enough control and ability to use magic more easily."

"In fact, in your sixth year, you'll be taught wandless magic... of course, it depends on the individual case, whether they're only capable of using Lumos or if they can conjure a Patronus without it."

They didn't expect something like that; in fact, it's even rare to see adults not using wands when casting spells. Some have never seen anyone do it.

"When you start your magical journey, you're taught that every syllable is important, and the pronunciation must be perfect, and the wand movement is important," Allen shook his wand, making Fred Weasley's tie levitate. "As time passes, the necessary steps for a charm are lost... wand movement becomes optional... pronouncing the spell also... finally, even the wand is optional."

"Although there's a catch in this; in the sixth year, we'll teach you not to pronounce spells or use your wand, but that doesn't mean everything you learned was useless; you're just abbreviating the steps."

"You may not say 'Expelliarmus' or use a wand, but you will follow the same process to disarm someone, only in an abbreviated form."

A Ravenclaw boy looked at Allen with a bit of disbelief "Mr. Walker, so anyone can learn to use magic without a wand?".

Allen let go of Fred's tie and made his wand disappear. "As I said, wands aren't essential for doing magic, but they are essential for learning magic and making it more powerful... besides, the whole process when casting a spell has meaning; the words, the movements, everything has a meaning because that's how magic works... right?"

Allen left everyone confused by asking a question at the end of his speech; does magic not work like that?

"That brings me to a very important topic, which is magic," Allen smiled playfully at his bewildered students. Allen's face softened as his fingertips lit up "And what if I told you that everything known about magic could be wrong?"

Students and teachers gulped as they heard that, even Dumbledore sighed as he stopped spying on Allen. "This will silence many voices that underestimate the monster that is Allen Walker."

...

The class continued with that last question lingering in the air. Allen spoke a bit about the method for summoning magic without spells and a wand; however, the students couldn't do it. It was clear they couldn't so easily.

"Mr. Walker, given the above, are all those rumors about you true?" asked one of the girls in his class.

After confirming that Allen wasn't a terrifying psychopath, it was inevitable that he became popular among the female audience. Unexpectedly, some male students approached to talk too.

Soon they realized that Professor Walker wasn't a terrifying guy as the stories told.

"So, did you really knock down a dragon with a stone?"

Allen laughed. "No hahaha, of course not... it was with a Galleon."

"..."

Or perhaps he was?

...

The day ended, and all the students and teachers returned to their quarters.

However, the activity didn't end.

Hogsmeade is an entirely magical village near Hogwarts, a place where wizards and witches gather to socialize, shop, sell, or simply hang out with their counterparts.

In that magical village, a looming danger was unfolding. A man in a purple cloak and a turban stood in front of The Three Broomsticks, which is the wizards' favorite bar. It was already night, perfect for meeting someone without attracting much attention.

The man walked in, its atmosphere seemed completely normal with no hint that something bad was happening. But strangely, there was an unpleasant feeling around him like that of a hunting snake.

This man went to sit at one of the farthest tables in the place... It didn't take long for someone else to enter, this was a man who covered his face and wore a black hood.

"Professor Quirrell needed to see me?" said Severus Snape with a furrowed brow.

"Professor Snape, i-it's a pleasure to have you here," replied Quirrell, standing up to greet Snape, his voice stuttering distinctively.

Snape sat across from Quirrell, not understanding what the missing professor wanted from him.

"Professor Snape, I need your help..." said Quirrell.

Snape didn't look very friendly, and Quirrell should already know he didn't like doing favors for others, but before Snape could refuse, Quirrell showed him something that made Snape's blood run cold.

"You..." Snape couldn't escape realizing who he had in front of him.

...

After finishing the stream, Allen lay on the bed with Rebecca on his chest. Both watched Timcampy on the bedside table devouring a huge hamburger without knowing why so much food changed this small and strange creature.

Rebecca blinked. "Hey, if that's a golem, why does it eat?"

She's not a magic expert, but she can understand the basic concepts of an artificial creature like Timcampy.

Timcampy is a golem, or so the system description says. Allen preferred to use it as an owl because he found it cute, although few shared his opinion.

"I think it eats for pleasure, not because it needs to..." Allen replied, unsure.

"Like us..." The unfamiliar voice appeared in the room. Allen opened his eyes because it wasn't Artoria or any other doll that should be elsewhere.

Artoria appeared in front of Allen's bed in response to the new presence, ready to fight if necessary.

Allen sat up and looked at his guest. He knew who she was; she was one of the two remaining dolls. With Makima active, only two more were left, and this was the second one.

Allen watched as a beautiful woman with silver hair and a gothic black dress stood near the entrance.

"2B..." Allen murmured in surprise.

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A/N: Can you believe it? she was supposed to be the first doll but ended up showing up until now :3

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