Teachers and Trolls

Lessons were enjoyable. Despite knowing all of the knowledge taught to him, Edward enjoyed it, mainly due to the constant amusement he got watching someone - Seamus comes to mind - mess up.

In one Transfiguration lesson, Seamus had been trying to turn water into a solid. Accidentally, he turned the water into wine and took a sip. Unfortunately, he didn't stop with just a sip.

At the end of the lesson, he was being dragged out of the classroom kicking and screaming about 'Ireland's freedom'.

Magical History was also amusing because his name or his family's often came up when talking about major events.

"Saint Edward is credited with the creation of both ice and gravity magic," a short, elderly ghost with a balding head droned on as the class moaned. Only Edward listened eagerly. It felt good to be famous, after all.

"Ice magic spells are particularly difficult and you will only start learning a few in your fifth year, while gravity magic is too temperamental to use. Even 1000 years later, barely anyone can use gravity magic and those that can are only able to barely increase the gravity of a single object. That's just a glimpse of how powerful Saint Edward was."

Most of the class showed a mild interest, but they had already read this in their books and so it ended at a mild interest.

"Boring," one boy shouted across the classroom, which was ignored by the teacher but not Edward.

He stood up and pointed at the boy.

"Hey, this is really important and interesting information so...shut up!" Edward shouted like a 5 year old, before quickly sitting down upon realising that he, an 80 year old man, was arguing with an 11 year old.

(He's 80 mentally, not including the time in the queue of death)

The whole class went silent and stared at home while the boy who had shouted looked utterly confused.

"Well, I'm glad your passionate about History, Mr Lyore, but please don't get too excited in my classes," Professor Binns remained completely unfazed.

"Now turn to page 54 of your textbooks - 'How Saint Edward changed the magical world'

One defence against the dark arts lesson, Quirrel had referred to Vincent Lyore as the Father of Modern Dark Magic.

During Snape's class, he had tried to put Edward down a peg by bombarding him with difficult questions like he did to Harry. However, he was dumbfounded when Edward answered them all correctly. Snape scowled but internally decided that he would be slightly nicer to this boy in the future, more than he was to anyone else in the class.

What a compliment!

In all lessons, Edward didn't hold back, performing all the spells they were taught first try, creating all the potions they were taught first try, and every assignment he handed in was stamped with a bright red 'O' for outstanding - even for Snape's potions class.

"How are you so good at everything?" Ron lamented as the trio walked along the courtyard.

"I tell you, that Hermione doesn't compare to you. She's just an annoying little know-it-all."

"It's Wingardium Leviosa, not Wingardium Leviosarrr," Ron mocked, to the sniggers of the boys walking near him with the exception of Harry and Edward.

Just then, a girl pushed through the group, facing the ground and lightly sniffling.

Ron looked guiltily towards the girl speeding away, and tried to call out but his words were caught in his throat.

While he felt guilty, Edward had different thoughts in his head.

'It's Troll time!'

***

As the students all gobbled down the infinite supply of food, Edward stared at the door, anticipating his first fight since the 1030s. He counted inside of his head.

'3, 2, 1...'

"TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON!"

Professor Quirrell burst through the doors, screaming his head off.

"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!"

He stopped and took a breath.

"Thought you ought to know," he said dizzily before fainting onto the hard, stone floor.

The students immediately began to panic and only began to form orderly lines back to their dormitories when Dumbledore shouted.

Harry, Ron and Edward followed the line for a while before Harry realised that Hermione still didn't know what was going on.

Robes flapping behind them, the boys rushed to the girl's bathroom where they saw a large, ugly beast.

The troll had a very round, bald head and a dopey expression, as if it didn't quite realise what he was doing, was permanently plastered on his face. It wore a dirty brown jacket and a crude cloth covered its lower half.

They watched as the creature destroyed all of the cubicles with a mighty swing of its club.

Whilst Ron and Harry looked petrified, Edward casually strolled towards the creature.

"Edward! What are you doing?" Ron hissed beckoning for him to come back.

Edward ignored him and continued his leisurely stroll towards the Goliath.

Turning around, the creature noticed the small boy heading towards it. With a grunt it lifted its club...and brought it crashing back down towards Edward.

Edward flicked his wand.

"Petrificus Totalus."

The Troll stopped dead in its tracks, the club just inches away from Edward's face. Slowly, it began to fall to the side until it crashed to the floor with a BANG!

Ron, Hermione and Harry looked at Edward in awe.

Soon after, a group of teachers came marching in, stunned by the frozen troll on the floor.

"Who did this? Who casted this spell?" McGonagall's beady eyes scanned the four.

"It was me, miss."

Edward stepped forward and lowered his head.

Meanwhile, McGonagall looked at him, attempting to hide her shock. This full body bind was immensely powerful, likely more powerful than she could do.

Edward had naturally held back, but he still wanted to show off a little. He couldn't help himself.

"I think we need to visit Professor Dumbledore again," McGonagall sighed.

The other three headed towards the common room as McGonagall led Edward to Dumbledore's office, yet again.