24 Chapter 24 - Manga at Hogwarts

After being lifted by the red and gold firebird once again. Harry dropped Ginny off at the Hospital wing saying he found her unconscious. From Madam Pomfrey's look however, he doubts she believes him. She must have thought he did something else, which just made him roll his eyes. He does have some standards after all.

The other fact to help his case even if he was that caused it was all his spells that hit her full force. He may have cracked or broken a few of her bones with the bone breaking curse.

Quickly being shooed out by the resident healer. Harry just made his way to the Headmaster Office. He had to deliver the news that the snake was dead and it went pretty smoothly. Besides the lack of villain speech and easy end to a Horecrux.

When Harry stepped into the room, he was only expecting Dumbledore to be present but Mintster Fudge was present. By his side a woman in pink was next to him with the sickly sweet smile. A frown naturally appeared as he didn't expect to see Umbridge so soon and not a chance to take her out.

"Mr. Potter, can't you see we are in a meeting." A high pitch sweet tone echoed throughout the room.

As Harry saw Umbridge cold beady eyes peering down on him. He only rolled his eyes at her before ignoring her completely. In the near future he will find a way to deal with her or make her 'disappear'.

"Can I help you, Young Harry?" Albus said as his eyes told him 'later'.

"Oh, I completed the first stage of our animagus training. I just got so excited that I want to show you." Harry lied since he could transform his hands into talons of a phoenix a few days ago.

Dumbledore just smiled as the Minster looked impressed while Umbridge looked like she swallowed something sour. Harry remembers looking while vague that Umbridge hated others more talented than her in magic. It was just buried under all her pureblood promotions despite being a half blood.

Harry soon got a few praises from Fudge before leaving.

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Later that night in the Gryffindor Common room as Harry sat near the fireplace. Due to being finished with his homework and planning his 'study groups'. He has decided to relax by reading dragonball manga. Which he managed to convince Dumbledore to take him to mundane London a few hours before.

Harry originally wanted to get the anime set to watch, but since Hogwarts was on several leylines. Electronics don't really work, so he just settled for the manga. It was also kind of sad for him since it would be a few decades before he could get dragon ball super. Since it was what originally got him hooked on the series.

For the current chapter, he was currently reading when Goku transformed into a great ape. Oolong has just managed to wish for women's panties to save the earth from Emperor Pilaf wish.

'I wonder if I can make some dragon balls with alchemy? Naturally without wishing power, but it would still be cool to make.' Harry thought as he put into his list of todo.

"Harry?"

Looking up from his manga in his hands, he saw a bucktooth brown bushy hair girl. She was looking at him with a worried expression as she carried one of his slighter darker books. Clearly she was getting ready to accuse him of learning dark magic.

"Yes, Hermione? Can I help you with something?"

"Are you perhaps learning dark magic, Harry?"

A dead gaze was the response as a blank look came over Harry's face. Of course he was learning dark or like he says grey magic. Most of the students were or would if there were a proper defense against the dark arts teacher.

Since he was basically teaching the class since Lockhart didn't teach, naturally he would have books laying around. A part of him was impressed that it took Hermione this long to accuse him since it was already nearing December.

"Yes Hermione I am. Is that a problem?"

"Harry, it's dark magic. You have been acting differently this year and I am worried about you. Even Ron is worried since you haven't been hanging out with him as much." Hermione said with her slightly bossy tone telling him she was nervous around him. "I'm worried that the dark magic is changing you."

'Hermione, I am fifty in a twelve year body and an Alpha of a new breed of Werewolves. Of course I will change in personality.' Harry thought but gave a good reason to satisfy her. "Hermione I am basically teaching the Defense against the Dark Arts. Of course I need to learn what I am teaching others to defend against."

As she bit her lip, Hermione didn't really want to accept the answer but she knew it was true. Harry wondered how long it would take her to run off to Professor McGonagall. Since Hermione was still in the worship stage and would go behind his back like with the Firebolt. While she was right that it needed to be checked over, she could have talked to him after his excitement died down.

Unknown to Harry, Hermione already brought the book and her concerns to McGonagall. She was turned down as she received a similar reply why he has the book. Dumbledore naturally informed most of the teachers about Harry borrowing books from him. So incidents like Hermione wouldn't blow up.

Which actually led to Hermione confronting him, since she couldn't get any of the teachers to help her.

After appearing to be struggling, Hermione ended up stomping off taking the book with her. Rolling his eyes at the display he said she better put his book back with his stuff. A huff was heard but she complied before running up to her room.

Harry returned back to his manga with a smile.

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Nearly a week went by since Harry killed the Basilisk and ended this year's threat a few months earlier. It was currently the first of December and the end of the competition between Harry and Lockhart. Gathered in the Great Hall standing in front of the student body he stood on Dumbledore right while Lockhart on his left.

"As many of you are aware, the two beside me were having a competition." Dumbledore announced. "I had you vote throughout the week and the results are in."

A cheer went throughout the students as most already knew who would win. Since most knew that Lockhart was a fraud due to poor skills and Harry constantly hinting at it.

"I am proud to announce that Harry Potter has won by nearly ninety five percent. It has been brought to the attention of the board that Lockhart has failed as an educator. So, his contract has been terminated."

A booming cheer filled the hall making Harry's sensitive ears ring as well Katie's. Lockhart being fired was big news and an added bonus to the competition. After news of him being a fraud was found out, his popularity dropped immensely. Not only did it drop in the castle but most of Magical Britain. It was just Lockhart's lawyer barely scraping by keeping it out of the daily prophet.

Which didn't come cheap so most of Lockhart vault was empty leaving him barely enough to scrape by. For now at least, but the way he spends on himself, it would last a week at most before he was scraping for two knuts.

���You can't do this to me. It is in my contract that you can't fire me without a good cause." Lockhart shouted silenting the hall.

"Mr. Lockhart, you have not only failed to educate any of the students and annoy most of the staff with constantly bragging. You have even entered a competition with a second year and lost in the subject you're hired to teach. Which if memories serve you even slandered him from time to time." Dumbledore answered calmly, earning a few giggles from the spectators.

Turning redder than a tomato, Lockhart pulled out his wand and aimed it at Harry. "You have caused this. Prepare to pay."

As the word Obliviate was on the tip of Lockhart's tongue, Harry quickly reacted. With a swift roundhouse kick, Lockhart fell to the ground. His wand which he was channeling through still holding the memory charm fell on his head.

"Where am I? Who am I?"

'Really?' Harry thought as he looked at Lockhart who has erased his own memories once again. Only this time it was with his own wand and not Ron's. Shaking his head, Harry pitched his nose as he wondered how this might affect his near future. Once Rita gets a hold of this news.

'Well that's a problem for later, I'm hungry.' Harry thought as he Madam Pomfrey carried off Lockhart.