Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Teaches Defense While A Student

It’s like she’s haunting me. After school, I grab my bag and head straight to the gym. The fluorescent lights buzz as I walk in. Harry’s already there, stretching. He looks up and grins the second he sees me. "Punctual. I like that." I shrug, tossing my bag down. "That's what training with Aiden does to you." He laughs, two dimples I hadn’t noticed before appearing. "I’ll be gentle, promise." We start with warm-ups: light jogs, jumping jacks, basic sparring, footwork. He’s calm, patient. Nothing like Aiden, who’s all dominance and hard stares. Harry explains things, makes jokes, checks in between drills.

I yelled in frustration, turning on my heels sharply as I walked towards him. Professor Faren had his own lecture hall where he taught his pupils the subtle mysteries of magic or some students called it the magic theory. He taught the history of magic, simple magic all the way up to complex battle magic. From what I could tell, he was a very serious person and didn't like his students missing a word of his lectures.

"Look, this school has CCTV in every class, can't we see that?! That way, we can find out whether these cute children are doing something that is not justified or not...'' said Harry, explaining to all of them while glancing at Vera and his friends with meaningful eyes, making their hearts tremble even more. abysmally Vera and her friends were nervous and scared, but when Harry mentioned the CCTV in class, they smiled, feeling victorious. Harry saw the smile, he knew at once that the kids had already made preparations. But Harry knew they were all just stinking kids, they were amateur criminals with no experience. **

It made my blood boil. Harry hadn’t done anything wrong, not really. He had just wanted to teach that insufferable little brat in his class a lesson. It wasn’t his fault the boy was such a delicate little flower, wilting at the slightest touch. Harry had only meant to scare him, just a little. A harmless prank that had gotten... blown out of proportion. I had fought tooth and nail to bury that stain. I had exhausted favors, called in debts, and paid handsomely to ensure Harry’s record remained clean. And now? Some fool thought they were being clever by bringing it all up again.

He adds in a whisper. "I didn't know what? What are you talking about?" Harry raises the pitch of his voice. "There is no nearby pack that decided to take me in to teach me combat skills!" Jeremy matches Harry's tone, and his confession causes me to stumble on my tracks as realisation dawns on me.

"Isn't the answer obvious? Giselle never plays up a fake image. If she fought Charlotte and landed in the hospital, the issue has to be Harry." "If Harry read this, he would think he was the ultimate scapegoat." "I suggest sending Harry to learn martial arts. That way, if Giselle runs into danger again, he'll be useful at least." "It isn't vacation season yet, right? Why is Harry still hanging around Giselle instead of going to school? Or has the break already started overseas?" "Maybe he's skipping classes?" "Kid, I believed in you. I can't believe you're so useless. I even defended you against the trolls before!"

Even though it's just a fist, Harry believes there is a special power that can paralyze anyone who is hit. Several minutes passed, attack after attack was still able to be pushed over by Harry, making the man who was leading the mission approached and ordered his men to step aside. He faced Harry one on one. Harry increased his guard. He prepared himself by rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and coat. "It's good when you're ready to face me, Harry. I'm glad that I finally got to face you. " "Do not talk too much! I will not tolerate you. If there's even one thing in my room to break, then I won't forgive you at all. "

"But, fortunately, the student's education will not be affected by his… unpleasant… behaviour. After reading his files, I had it already in my mind to relieve him of his duties as Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Even if his described 'feats' seemed impressive, he lacked the desired specifications for being a Professor, like, for example, the lack of a mastery in the subject or even a desirable NEWT evaluation. With that in mind, I had already made an agreement with Director Bones, so she will give us some of her Aurors to teach classes until the school can find a desirable replacement for the DADA Office." Again, some of the staff members were shocked with the revelations,

Tanya comes up to me, right after class, we were going to go shopping. " I need to talk to the teacher," I am looking at the monster with brown eyes, which does not stop flirting with girls. The audience is empty, and now we are alone with him. I can't convey the emotions that have accumulated in my soul. He does not consider it necessary to raise his eyes just to talk to his unloved student. "The lecture is over! Get out of here!" His icy voice, with a hint of arrogance, Angers me by the second.

I pouted and fixed myself on the chair. I put both of my arms on my desk and rested my chin on the palm of my hands. Several minutes later, the professor entered the classroom and started teaching. Time flies fast and the discussion is over. He dismissed us and the professor for our next subject entered the classroom. The subject is all about learning how to use magic. Part of it is to teach us how to fly and test it on the Hall which serves as the training ground for senior students. The professor’s name is Duke and he taught us how to fly using a sword. A bunch of wooden swords are placed in front and I did not expect it to be heavy. It can even be compared to the weight of the metal ones.