She sighed.
It was horrifying to learn that in addition to combining the sheer talent of his parents, he had somehow outstripped his father for complete disregard for authority.
“He did do it, Professor,” said Daphne.
“Yes, yes,” she muttered as she walked to the front of the class.
“I can see Miss Granger’s vibrating fury.”
“I’m amazed,” said Pansy when they met up with Hari for lunch.
“Oh?”
“She has to be the strictest Professor in the school and she doesn’t even bother taking points off you anymore.”
“None of them do,” said Blaise.
“Only Professor Snape does.
I swear it’s just a reflex for him.”
“It’s probably that I don’t really care.
It’s a cup.” He snickered.
“Seriously.
We don’t even get it.
Just our head of house gets to keep it in his office.
Now if we were getting paid .
.
.
my Uncle Kakuzu was very sure to teach me that someone else getting paid for a job was bad business.
I’ll catch you at Charms.
Probably.”
Hari was seated at his usual desk, eyes closed and feet up when they came in.
He was also being orbited by several quills and a pair of books.
And a most displeased Mrs.
Norris.
“We’re doing levitation today,” he explained when they sat near him.
“So I gathered,” replied Blaise.
“But you seem to be moving them horizontally as well.”
“Well yes.
Up and down was boring.”
“That isn’t supposed to be how one measures magic.”
Hari shrugged.
“Then it shouldn’t be dull.”
“Well done, Mister Potter!” Professor Flitwick was applauding even before he entered the room.
He just took it for granted that Hari was going to have done the task before class began.
“Note how Mister Potter has adapted to move multiple objects in different vectors.
Though I ask that you please not try on living things without practice, class; incorrect casting of the spell might levitate only part of the subject—such as the heart.”
Hermione Granger was livid.
Hari ignored this on the grounds that as far as he could tell, Hermione Granger was always livid. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Something about magic seemed to bother her.
“I’ll bite,” said Millicent.
“How do you move multiple objects at once?”
“Want to?” Hari shrugged.
“I mean, you have to be able to concentrate on them, but that’s about it.
If you poke that feather with your wand any harder, Blaise, you’re going to move it with a piece of wood instead of magic.”
Blaise shook his head.
The group that found itself spending time with Hari had gotten used to the fact that he just knew things that he couldn’t possibly know.
Such as seeing without open eyes.
“Really.
You should stop using the wand.
It’ll be easier to do multiple targets when you don’t think you need to point at them.”
“But that’s how the book says to do it!” snapped Hermione from across the room.
“And therefore the book is wrong.
Or just lying to impressionable girls.
Maybe it was written by a pervert?” Hermione’s hiss of breath was almost enough to make him smile.
“But you must have a dirty mind to have come to that conclusion, Miss Granger.
In a young girl like yourself, it’s a shocking thing.
Do your parents know of your deviance?”
The other Slytherins were snorting back laughter.
Even Tracy, who had nothing invested in pureblood politics, found it funny when Granger flipped out.
“Anyway,” continued Hari.
“Regardless of your personal flaws, the fact remains that you have to choose between a book and your lying eyes.
Between you, me, and the whole class, I know you’ll choose your precious books over reality.”
“Just go jump off the Astronomy Tower,” the redheaded buffoon advised Hermione after class.
“Seriously.
No one likes you here.
Go die.”
“What a nice guy,” Daphne muttered as Hermione ran by, sobbing.
Hari was about to take a bite of barbequed chicken (sans deep frying) when Professor Stutterfaces released the Troll.
“How odd.”
“What’s odd?” asked Tracy.
“Professor Stutterfaces just released the Troll from class.”
“Makes sense if he’s done with it.”
“On the second floor?”
“What?”
“Yeah.
He’s got it charging and mad now and has broken off. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
He’s strolling to the Great Hall, if I had to guess.
He’s going to need a new classroom, though, since it’s doing a real number in there.”
“If we asked you how you know .
.
.” prompted Blaise.
“I’d lie.
He’s making good time.
That ‘secret’ passage between the second floor and the entrance hall is useful.”
“What passageway?”
“And now he’s mussing himself up and .
.
.”
The doors swung open.
Professor Sutterfaces stumbled into the room, disheveled and collapsed.
“Troll!
Troll in the dungeon!” He took a breath.
“Thought you ought to know.” Then his face hit the floor.
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Itachi accepted the letter from the crow and nodded to it.
He silently regarded the roll of parchment, considering if his son would have decided to trap it.
The room was silent.
Normally, Itachi and a silent room would not be worth mentioning, but given the rest of the Akatsuki were also in the room, sitting at a table and discussing plans .
.
.
Pein cleared his throat.
“Itachi, if you would care to share with the class?”
Itachi looked up.
“Hari sent me a letter.”
“In the middle of a full meeting,” noted Konan.
“Apparently.”
“Well?” prompted Pein.
“I was contemplating whether my son would have included any surprises.”
“Let me help with that.” Kakuzu scooped the parchment from Itachi’s hand and gave it to Hidan.
“Open it.”
“What?” Hidan snapped.
“You think Hari stuck something nasty in there and so you want me to get hit by it?”
“Yes.”
“You’re a bastard, you know,” Hidan said as he undid the wax and string closing the roll.
“Huh.” He looked down at the unfurling bundle.
“I guess he—” and was engulfed in a fireball.