Ep. 19

The next day, I woke up early as usual and did my daily training, then showered, and went to have breakfast. I haven't checked my interface yet, but I believe that the True Ancestor blood is working because I feel more and more bloodthirsty. I can keep it under control with my blood-shake though, so it's fine.

I found Harry ravenously shoving food down his hatch.

"Woah there! Chill down, champ, it's not like someone is going to steal your food!" I joked while sitting down. "Feeling better?"

"Hm, *cough cough*, oh, yeah! I've never felt this good! Thank you, Azg-"

"Azagareth. Just call me Az like everyone else." he nodded and continued shoving food inside his mouth, but at a more relaxed pace. I passed him an updated map of the castle, similar to a degraded Marauder's Map, and a series of 'important Potions notes'. I'm pretty sure that Snape will try to mess with him even if he ended up in Slytherin.

While waiting for the classes to start, I started thinking about some fun events this year. There's Harry's first flying lesson and the Remembrall incident, the Troll, the Dragon, the forest, and finally the Philosopher's Stone. It's a pity that the stone is almost useless right now: I can feel it with magic, but it just has a very faint trace. That means that it is almost exhausted, like a battery. Not much use from that and it's not like I couldn't just spawn hundreds of those things. It's a pity that Harry won't be able to get on the Quidditch team, otherwise I would've told Katrina to focus the bludgers against him! That would've been fun…

Harry received his schedule and he has Charms, History, and DADA. Poor child. On the upside, it's always Slytherin and Gryffindor, so he might have the chance to become Hermione's friend like in canon.

The second day of lessons, I had double DADA. It was time to mess with Quirrelmort.

I headed to class with Natalie and we took our place. I was trying not to gag because of the garlic smell throughout the class. I will surely mess with him extra hard.

Quirrell was caressing an iguana like a creepy pedo caresses lolis. It was quite disturbing, but I won't judge his sexual preferences. I will surely diffuse a nickname based on it though! 'Quirrel Scale-Tongue'... Sounds shitty. I need to think about it.

If there was something truly disturbing, it's that his turban was just oozing with Dark magic. Anyway, he started his lesson and tried telling the tale about how he encountered Vampires in the Black Forest or whatnot, so I decided to mess with him.

"Professor, sorry for the interruption, however I believe that you wouldn't have survived an encounter with several Vampires, unless they were juvenile Vampires with less than ten years under their belt."

"A-and h-how d-did yo-ou c-come to that co-conclusion?" God, I hate his fake stuttering…

"Simple. I'm partly a Vampire. We have superior strength, speed, and senses compared to a normal wizard. Plus, the Black Forest has plenty of shade, which is the perfect hunting grounds for a nocturnal species like Vampires. Also, while Vampires have a strong aversion to garlic, it's not like that will stop them from attacking their prey. Otherwise, other magical creatures would have evolved to smell like garlic." That caused some snickers from my classmates and Quirrell to open and close his mouth like an idiot. "Of course, it's possible that you encountered some young Vampires that were just playing with their food, so you were able to escape, but I would exclude it: most young Vampires stay in their communities before their first maturation."

I used magic to open the windows and aerate the room. That pesky garlic smell still lingered in the class, but it was much more bearable.

"W-wha- A-a-anyway…" he continued his lesson. I used legilimency to check his surface thoughts. Hm… He wants to kill me. Poor fool… I will give him an extra detailed paper on Vampires to reward his 'determination'. Voldemort on the other hand wants to bring me to his side. Obviously, a great wizard like him can still feel the magic that leaks from my body. Just that alone is equal to Snape and Flitwick put together. Of course he'd like to use me as a weapon.

I spent my time correcting him on some incorrect information on magical creatures. I was also just nitpicky in general because his embarrassed face mixed with anger was too good to pass on. My classmates were basically just laughing at the guy now because he was really a terrible teacher. Maybe I should take a page from Harry and start a Defense Club to review DADA… Eh, it could be interesting to see what the students can do with a decent education, but it would also be a pain in the ass. Hm… Choices, choices!

In the end, the class ended with an exhausted Quirrell and me sporting a giant grin on my face. While leaving the class, I took out a massive stack of papers and plopped it on his desk. The title was: 'Vampires 101 - Edition for Idiots'. I regret nothing. A couple of students that saw the title burst out laughing, which led to a chain reaction and everyone couldn't hold it anymore.

"Hm… I might boycott classes. Need to talk with Dubles though." I murmured while leaving. I really don't want to listen to his continuous stuttering. If this was an acting school, I would have failed him because of how unrealistic it is. It's just screaming 'I'm faking it!' to the whole world.

At any rate, during the second week, the firsties had their flying lesson. Luckily, it coincided with DADA, so I happily skipped class with Natalie and went to observe the kids for a while. After Neville goes full kamikaze, I will put Draco in place, if needed, and then we will go study in the library. Actually, the weather is pretty nice, so I might just study outside.

Nat and I arrived just as Hooch blew her whistle. I got some popcorn from my enchanted pouch and offered some to Nat. She could already see that Neville wouldn't end up well, but it would be fun as hell. The boy started accelerating and spinning on himself while screeching and further losing his control on the broom.

Nat and I were laughing our asses off, so I applied a spell to isolate our voices. Neville then impacted the castle, repeatedly, and flew towards one of the statues with a spear. Seriously, what kind of school lets students fly in an area with such dangerous things? Hogwarts, of course!

Neville's robes got stuck on the spear's tip, while his broom continued moving towards the forest. I 'Accio'-ed the broom since it would be a waste of school property. The boy, on the other hand, fell to the ground and broke his wrist. I actually heard the crack and it didn't sound very promising. He probably broke his entire forearm, not just his wrist.

I removed the silencing spell and walked towards the guy. Professor Hooch saw me and also came to check on him. I turned Neville around and saw that his entire forearm was sore. A diagnosis spell told me he broke it.

"Congratulations, Neville! You broke your forearm and wrist! Professor Hooch, I suggest you bring the kid to Ms. Pomfrey. I can keep tabs on your students."

"Mm, let's do that. Thank you, Mr. Maleficarum. Now, come on! We'll get you fixed in no time!"

Not even ten seconds after she left, Malfoy started playing with the Remembrall.

"Maybe, if the fat lump gave this a squeeze, he'd remember to fall on his fat ass!" he said, extremely happy with himself. I 'Accio'-ed the Remembrall and started playing with it myself.

"Draco, Draco, Draco… I thought that you were decently intelligent, but I now realize that you have the intelligence of a lizard." I made him float upside down. "Maybe, if you gave this a squeeze, you'd remember to follow my rules." I had him go from side to side until I could see that he was about to vomit, then flopped him to the ground, making sure that he wouldn't break anything.

"Now then! Since I am in charge of you guys for a few minutes, let's continue your lesson! Everyone on your brooms, including you, Draco!" All the while Natalie was watching the show while finishing the popcorn. She also has a sadistic streak, not that I mind.

Nothing too important happened after that. Lessons continued as usual, Harry and Daphne Greengrass actually discovered Fluffy on the third floor, and I continued to mess around with the lizard lover every once in a while. Just like that, Halloween arrived. I always hated Halloween since everything would have pumpkin in it. The only thing that doesn't have pumpkin in it is the plate, but I can't eat that! Actually, I probably could…

Despite my not-so-friendly rapport with pumpkins, I attended the banquet and actually sat with my friends at the Ravenclaw table, since it was the less crowded one. I noticed that Hermione wasn't at her usual place and I couldn't feel her magic signature in the Great Hall.

I was drinking my shake when fucking Quirrell burst into the Hall and started shouting 'Troll this, Troll that'. The students panicked but Dumbledore quickly called them to order.

"SILENCE!" The students froze. Of course they would: he added magic to his voice. The old goat-fucker… "Everyone will, please, NOT panic! Now, the Prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories. The teachers will follow me, back to the dungeons."

"Headmaster, the Troll is, reportedly, in the dungeons, as is the Slytherin Common Room. Not only that, the Hufflepuffs risk meeting the beast while on their way." I said, also using magic in my voice. My natural Charm also boosted my voice. "We are also missing a student, if anyone noticed, so how about you teachers guard the students here, while I apparate to the student's location? I am sure that the Great Hall is much safer than the hallways and I can take care of myself." There were a lot of murmurs regarding how they would have been in grave danger if I didn't stop them.

"Hm… Yes, let's do that. Bring the student back here, then the teachers will deal with our 'guest'." said Dumbledore, ruffling his beard.

I immediately apparated to the girls' bathroom, just in time to see the Troll staring at Hermione. I dashed towards the girl and apparated with her back to the Great Hall. I saw Harry and Daphne scuttling over.

Since the students were relatively safe, I apparated back to the bathroom. The Troll was still there, trying to understand what just happened. Good thing that I always bring my cane with me.

"Hello there, big guy." The Troll turned around to face me. "This will be the first time I try out my sword on an actual live target, so make sure to entertain me."

I unsheathed my sword from the cane and got in position. I can easily crush the thing with brute force, but using my sword will be fun.

The Troll roared and swung its mace at me. I swatted it away with my cane and actually shattered the rudimentary weapon. The shock transferred to the Troll's hand since it roared in pain while holding it. I dashed between its legs and cut the Achilles tendons, making the beast kneel in pain. I could see that it was already regenerating, but it was too slow.

I swung my sword at its shoulders and severed the arms, then I thrust at the Troll's heart and used the sword's third dial to obliterate the organ with a magic bullet. The Troll fell lifelessly to the ground with a gaping hole in its abdomen. What a waste of materials.

I decided to drink some of its blood since, you know, it would be a waste to pass on my first 'catch'. I raised the Troll's body after a few disinfecting and cleaning spells, then sunk my fangs in its neck, using magic to make the blood flow. After about a minute, I was done draining the beast, just in time for McGonagall and Snape to arrive.

"Azagareth!" shouted the woman, then froze upon seeing me with a bloodied mouth and a sword at my side.

"Oh, hello there, Professor McGonagall. I was snacking on this thing, sorry if I didn't come back immediately. Most of the body is still in good condition, so Professor Snape might find some use for it."

"Oh? Huh, wha- Explain yourself, right now!" she said

"I apparated here to save Hermione, brought her back to the Great Hall's safety, then considered the Troll too dangerous to be left alone, so I came back here, immobilized it, and killed it. Then I snacked on it since I didn't really enjoy tonight's dinner." I said while casting a cleaning spell on myself to get rid of the blood and the Troll's smell.

"Mr. Maleficarum, you want us to believe that you simply killed this Troll? Something classified as XXXX by the Ministry?" asked Snape with contempt

"Do you see anyone else around here? And I already did much more, such as killing a Kraken during the Summer. Vampires were classified as XXXXX by the Ministry, before being promoted to Beings. Plus, I'm also Half-Veela, so I could have cooked the thing to a crisp, but I would've ruined the materials."

"Hm… 50 points for your bravery and calm reasoning. But I'll take 10 points for your decision to not wait for the teachers. You may go. Actually, have Ms. Pomfrey check on you, just to be sure." said Snape.

I was about to go, but I smelled blood, quite a delicious blood. I turned to Snape and saw that he was standing with more wait on one leg. I casted a healing spell and numbing spell to help him get better. He's a good guy after you get to know him. Still a shitty teacher, but a decent person with a good set of morals for a wizard.

While strolling towards the infirmary, I was thinking back to the 'fight'. It was more of a one-sided slaughter, but who cares? My swordsmanship is perfectly fine, though I would like to compete against another good swordsman. While I am much faster than normal, I saw that I lack explosive power. My top speed is several times the speed of sound, but my 'acceleration' is lacking. I ended up becoming an armored train of sorts: my power is excellent, so are my top speed and my defense. I also have a lot of regeneration, my 'fuel' so to speak. However, I am like one of those old, coal-powered trains. I need to become like a maglev train… More research is needed. Some kind of beast with incredible acceleration… Maybe my agility needs some work too… All in all, I consider this day a fruitful day.