21 Knowledge Is Power
~~~(POV: Albus Wolfric Dumbledore)~~~
~~~(Location: The Room of Requirement)~~~
~~~(Date: September 2nd, 1991)~~~
~~~(Time: 1:30 PM)~~~
Alexander is incredibly talented with a wand, but he still has a long way to go to compete with me.
My Protego skills are too great for him. He's lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling, and taking heavy breaths. The spar we've had has shown him that he's no match.
"You're amazing, Albus... I couldn't get a single hit in... Nothing worked against your Protego. How did you get it so strong?"
Years of practice, not to mention The Elder Wand's strength. It's strange. The wand wouldn't let me use any spells stronger than Expelliarmus and Stupefy.
The Elder Wand was protecting him.
"Why didn't you use any spell stronger than Expelliarmus and Stupefy? Well... I get it... I have no chance against you. So, in the end, it was probably smart."
He stands up and makes his way toward me. I put my wand away, and he does the same.
"Thanks for taking the time to practice with me today, but I have to make some of my classes at least. If not, McGonagall will take points away from me. Nobody wants a reputation like that first day of school."
He smiles and leaves the room.
I stand in the center of the room. Alexander needs this place.
He can learn independently, but having a better wizard teach you what you lack is always good. Alex needs time and will probably be stronger than me by his 16th birthday.
I need to get back to work myself. There is significant paperwork that needs to be done.
My suspicions of him being Pure-blooded are growing by the day. He has a natural inclination to magic and is blessed with magical talent.
Even more so than Tom. The only one that could know something like that is The Sorting Hat. Its abilities are not all known.
However, it can tell if someone is Pure-blooded or not. I'll have to ask it the next time it's in a chatty mood. It occasionally speaks from its storage space, but it doesn't like to be bothered when it's silent.
I always found the hat rather peculiar.
~~~(POV: Neville Longbottom)~~~
~~~(Location: Heading To Defense Against The Dark Arts)~~~
~~~(Date: September 2nd, 1991)~~~
~~~(Time: 2:00 PM)~~~
I haven't seen Alexander in our classes today except for Charms. If McGonagall finds Alex is skipping classes on the first day of school, points will surely be taken away from Gryffindor.
There is only one class left today: Defense Against The Dark Arts. Still don't see Alex. I see the class up ahead and enter it.
We're sharing the class today with the Slytherin house. I find a good seat before all of them are gone. I sit down and watch the door. Students come in and find their desks.
To my surprise, I see Alex walk in. He finds a seat next to Daphne Greengrass of the Greengrass family. He calmly looks over the chalkboard, and I see him roll his eyes. I take a look myself.
"Introduction to Defense Against The Dark Arts..."
I'll admit it's a bit of a drool name. From the little I've talked with Alex, he's brilliant. He also casts spells not taught until later in our Hogwarts years.
After a few more minutes, the class fills, and Professor Quirrell steps into the room himself.
~~~(POV: Alexander Aevum)~~~
~~~(Location: Defense Against The Dark Arts)~~~
~~~(Date: September 2nd, 1991)~~~
~~~(Time: 2:00 PM)~~~
Finally, in the class, that's supposed to be the most helpful in combating anything dark in the wizarding world.
I've read many published books about how deluded the education for The Dark Arts has become due to The Ministry's influence.
"Hello. My name is Daphne Greengrass."
I turn my head in the direction of the out of nowhere introduction. The girl is from House Slytherin. And the name of a rather famous and Ancient family.
How about that?
I hold out my hand and shake hers. I don't respond, though. It's not like we'll be great friends or anything; probably one of the only times we'll ever talk.
