The next morning, I went down to the hall for breakfast, invisible, and sat down at my table. I saw the worried looks of the teachers. I removed the illusion, attracting the attention of the headmaster. He immediately came over to me.
"My boy." I was mortified. "Where did you run off to yesterday? We couldn't find you. Where did you spend the night?"
"I found a place for my faculty, and I'll be living there.
"Interesting, and where is that?"
"You're not interested in where I live," I said, making a familiar hand gesture, "May the Force be with me!" The headmaster's mental blocks were very strong, but they were nothing compared to my experience and power. My mum and I had watched Star Wars a long time ago, and I had wanted to repeat a similar trick for a long time.
"Yeah, I don't care where you live..." Dumbledore repeated.
"Ah, yes, here's your schedule.
"Yes, headmaster.
I was assigned to attend classes with Gryffindor and Slytherin. When I arrived at my first Transfiguration class, I sat down alone, put on my headphones, and waited for the bell to ring. Listening to Nautilus Pompilius, I didn't notice someone sitting down next to me.
"Hello, children. I am Professor McGonagall. First, I will explain what Transfiguration is. Transfiguration is a branch of magic that allows you to transform one object into another. No, Mr. Weasley, before you ask, gold created by transfiguration is easily recognisable by its residual magic, and such gold will not be accepted anywhere. Also, in order for transfiguration to become permanent, you must become at least masters of this science. But we will look at permanent transfiguration in the sixth year. So, today your task is to turn a match into a needle before the end of the lesson.
After casting the spell, McGonagall began to walk between the desks. I put my headphones back on and lay down on my desk, but I was not allowed to rest. Didn't anyone tell people not to wake a sleeping dragon? My disturber turned out to be the girl who had been in the boat with me. I think her name is Hermione.
"What are you doing?
"Trying to think of how to save the world.
"Very funny! We're in class, please do your work!
"What's it to you? We're in different departments.
At my words, she made a nasty face and started talking about the benefits of education, respect for teachers, and other such nonsense. Unable to take it anymore, I scattered all the matches from the box onto the desk, took the miniature Wabajack, and turned all the matches into golden pins with diamond heads.
"Oh, wonderful! Such a result on your first try. Mr. Potter, you have a talent! Twenty points for Dumbledore!" said McGonagall admiringly. The rest just stared, and Hermione's mouth hung open in shock. No one bothered me for the rest of the lesson.
The next lesson was potions. At the ringing of the bell, a man in his thirties entered the classroom, his robe fluttering behind him like wings.
"There will be no silly waving of wands or stupid spells in this class!" said the Potions professor.
"Now, I don't expect you to appreciate the subtle science and precise art of potion-making. However, for those few who are predisposed... I will endeavour to teach you how to bewitch the mind and deceive the senses. I will tell you how to bottle fame, how to brew glory, and even how to bottle death." It was a talent to intrigue children like that, and I even became curious about what the professor could do. Without turning off the music, I hung my headphones around my neck and waited. The professor noticed this.
"Ah... Mr. Potter, our new celebrity, a student from a faculty that came out of nowhere! Mr. Potter, tell me, what will I get if I mix goldenrod root and wormwood tincture?
"Goldenrod has several properties, but the only thing it has in common with wormwood is its calming effect. By infusing magic and enhancing them, we get a drink of living death," I replied.
"Where, Mr. Potter, will you look for the bezoar stone?" What does he want to achieve with such stupid questions?
"In the entrails of a herbivorous animal, specifically in a goat's stomach.
"What is the difference between wolfsbane and a monk's hood?"
"They are the same plant, known as aconite," I replied to the last question.
"Well done, Mr Potter. I'm glad you inherited something from your mother. Five points for Dumbledore... Right! Why aren't we writing that down?
"Professor, now I have a question for you." At my words, he raised an eyebrow. "What is your name? You never introduced yourself." Laughter ran through the class.
"Quiet! My name is Severus Snape." I think I know who the first priest of my cult will be.
School went on as usual. In all my classes, I just lay there and listened to rock music. The teachers tried to put me in my place, but they couldn't do anything about it. I answered all their questions clearly and correctly. There were spells where we were taught how to hold and control a wand properly. This lesson was taught by a half-goblin. In DADA class, I noticed a strange aura around the professor's head, but I didn't think much of it. Big deal, he put something on his head. The days passed quietly, and then it was time for flying lessons.
We were taken outside and lined up in two rows, with broomsticks placed in front of each of us.
"Now, class, put your right hand above the broom and say 'up'!"
said the flight instructor.
Without saying a word, I simply pulled the broom towards me. When everyone had taken a broom, we continued.
"Now place the broom between your legs and get ready to fly.
"I refuse," I said.
"What?
"I refuse to fly on a broomstick. I'm sorry, Professor, but in my opinion, the feeling of something hard pressing between your legs is disgusting. It might be pleasant for girls, but not for boys." My words made the children blush, and some of them laughed.
"But, Mr. Potter, flying lessons are mandatory in the curriculum!
"Why broomsticks?
"For flying," the professor said confidently.
"Wouldn't it be better to use levitation spells or lift yourself with telekinesis? Why do wizards need a cleaning tool?" I said, lifting myself off the ground and floating in the air.
"B-But, Mr. Potter, how will you play Quidditch in the future?" - Couldn't you come up with a better argument?
"Speaking of the game, IT'S THE DUMBEST GAME EVER! Tell me, what's the point of it?
"The hunters score goals in rings, the goalkeeper defends the rings. Each goal is worth ten points. The beaters try to knock out the enemy players. The seeker must catch the snitch, which is worth one hundred and fifty points and ends the game.
"Mm, then they would leave one seeker from each team and the snitch. The result would be the same, the rest of the players would be extras. What's the point of throwing balls into rings if the enemy seeker catches the golden ball and ruins all your efforts?
"There have been cases when the team that caught the snitch still lost.
"Such exceptions only confirm my words. There aren't even ten of them in the entire history of the game. Sorry, I'm leaving, you can't teach me anything." I said, turning around and walking away.
The next day, after this incident, Headmaster Dumbledore summoned me to his office. Upon entering his office, I saw many squeaking artefacts that seemed to be extras. A phoenix, the local equivalent of a fire atronach, was sitting on a perch. The master of the office himself was sitting at the table.
"Ah, Alduin, my boy, take a seat... Would you like a slice of lemon?" he said, handing me a small bowl.
"I won't say no, would you like some sweet roll?" - I said, taking a bag of dessert out of my bag.
"Oh, I'd love some.
We sat there in silence, he had already eaten his third roll, and I had eaten half of the lemon slices from the bowl.
"Alduin, why did you give up flying lessons?" he began.
"I can fly perfectly well without a broomstick.
"Yes, I've been told, but why are you so into Quidditch? You know your father played, don't you?
"Yes, that's also why I don't want to play. I don't want to be like my father. Stupid, arrogant and proud. The last two apply to me too, but I have a right to be that way.
"All right, you can go now. Here, take some lemon wedges with you," said the headmaster, wrapping the dessert in newspaper.
In the evening, as I sat in the room that gave me everything I wanted, I ate the lemon slices and read the newspaper they were wrapped in.
Attempted robbery of Gringotts Bank.
Not long ago, the goblins reported that there had been
an attempted robbery of one of the safes belonging to
Albus Dumbledore. The goblins claim that nothing was stolen,
as the safe had been emptied by its owner long ago.
Here is what the owner of the safe has to say about it:
"The bank is, of course, one of the most secure places in magical Britain,
but I decided to hide this artefact, which I will not specify.
I decided to hide it closer to me, in a place as safe as Gringotts Bank.
Well, what can I say? I already understand that our bright wizard wants to interest me in this matter. Let's play along for fun and see what happens.
Tonight, I decided to take a walk around the school and visit Lily for a while. I hadn't seen her for quite some time and had only been writing to her. Remembering everything the headmaster had said, I remembered the corridor on the third floor that had been mentioned on my first day of school.
Walking down it and opening the doors, I saw a huge Cerberus. They are considered the best guards and protectors of the Kingdom of Hades. According to legend, one traveller was able to pass through it using a harp? We'll think about that later.
Leaving the third floor, I used the ring to move to Lily's house. Looking around, I went to the bedroom, where I found her sleeping. Smiling, I lay down next to her, took her hands in mine, and fell asleep...
The morning began with me starting to suffocate. I opened my eyes and saw darkness. I felt someone hugging me and not letting go. I started to struggle free, and in a couple of moments I was free, and next to me was Lily, who had woken up and was sleepily rubbing her eyes and clutching her chest, which was covered by a semi-transparent nightgown.
"It's you, Alduin, good morning.
"Good morning, Mum. I missed you and decided to visit you, but you were asleep. So I decided to just stay close," I say, watching Lily stretch, arching her back seductively. Do such thoughts embarrass me? No, it's easier for dragons. There are more females than males, and mixing blood doesn't bother us at all. At first, it confused Lily, but then she got used to it, and we didn't do anything, just slept next to each other.
"I'm glad you decided to visit me. How's school?
"It promises to be fun. The headmaster is planning an adventure for me, as I understand it. I decided not to mess with his mind, but to play along.
"Be careful and visit me more often," said Lily, kissing me on the top of my head and hugging me. I felt the warmth I had been missing since I left for school. A thought flashed through my mind that this warmth could belong to someone else. Against my will, I growled, my eyes widened and my fangs lengthened.
"What's wrong?" Lily asked, concerned.
"I'm going to eat his soul.
"The headmaster?"
"No, the one who will be next to you." I didn't think it would happen so quickly...
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