The First Week

Next day...

After waking up, taking a shower and wearing neatly-pressed uniforms...Harry figured this will be what his morning will be like.

'There, look.'

'Where?'

'You know, there! He's the prettiest bloke in school by far!'

'His famous scar is gone though.'

'Those things disappear in years or he just had it removed, that's what anyone'd do.'

Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left his dormitory the next day. People lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. Harry wished they wouldn't.

Breakfast is 6:30-8:00, so he had time for morning rituals before breakfast.

Going out clean and nice-smelling is the way to go.

Breakfast that was sunny-side up eggs with a single long sausage and a sandwich? He asked Kelly for soup and his favorite drink. He dare not make miso soup his breakfast as that's too famous, muggleborns would know what it was if they went to a Japanese Restaurant, so Kelly knows to make breakfast Suimonos for him instead. What a first day, something so little! Lunch must hopefully be heavy.

'Young Master, due to usage of fertilizer, our stock of harvests exceed that of our storage rooms.' said Kelly, reporting early in the morning with a clipboard during breakfast and holding a fountain pen with the other.

'Dry half of those through sun-drying Kelly, so they'll be ready for sale in Diagon Alley before winter, so use that field we purchased in the south as this part of the world's gone gloomy-cloudy.' Harry instructed. 'As for our new breed, how is it doing?'

'Uhm, Kelly may need the assistance of another house-elf young master, since our experimental Wal-King Oyster Mushroom learned how to get out of the soil on its own and decided to chase Kelly around...' said Kelly awkwardly. To make her point home, she summoned one such mushroom. It looks like a king oyster mushroom at a glance, but it was three times bigger and has round eyes with gangly legs close to the roots...making a squeak-squeak sound even. It saw Kelly and proceeded to chase her. 'Eek!'

'Mushroom! Sit! Stay!' Harry barked strictly as the mushroom meeped and sat on seiza. 'Apologize to Kelly this instant!' it squeaked at Kelly. 'Jeez, this wasn't what I had in mind when I crossbred these mushrooms with its much-alive counterpart...I'll have to redo it. Make it today's lunch soup Kelly. At least I hope it tastes as good as it should! But if it tastes bad, I'll have to research again.'

'Yes young master!' Kelly's gone with the mushroom.

'Harry, what's that mushroom?' Neville asked, interested.

'Wal-King Oyster Mushroom...' punny name, that one, '-in the Muggle World, King Oyster Mushrooms are classy gourmet foods for the rich due to its taste and texture, thus in the market its expensive...I hoped to breed a magical counterpart for sale that's three times better in taste and texture but that one's a little loony and loony mushrooms that chase you around might not be popular for sale so I'll have to scrap my research...mushrooms that chase you however tasty it is might not publicly appeal. I'm not even sure I had the results I wanted with that prototype in terms of taste and texture...'

'I see...'

'Mister Potter, have you read Britain's Regulations about Breeding?' the Headmaster called out.

'I did, but I thought if it walks it's cute, how should I know it like to chase house elves when ripe?'

'Your sense of cute is weird, mate.' said Seamus Finnegan. 'Do you have other, saner-looking breeds?'

'Humm...I have one, an Alcoconut Tree but it'll be mature next year in winter and then bear fruit every three months after that...it has a 50% alcohol content liquor instead of typical fruit juice...and a specie of bees that feed on liquor so they'll make Alcoholic Honey legal for even us kids to drink...'

Well, the teachers thought they really should control this kid somehow...

'Mr. Potter, should those bees proliferate, it'll be strange if they go for beer and liquor instead of flowers! Cancel that projeeect!' McGonagall cried, worrying about the statute of secrecy. 'And stop breeding insanity while you're at it!'

'Too late now, I got three successful out of 26427 dead queens ready to hatch! Each designed for Beer, Liquor and Cocktails!'

'WHAT?!'

(Turns out the bees CAN be controlled as long as there's a supply of liquor to feed on and if careful, can be kept as livestock for the nutritious Honey Liquor they make that kids can take, but Harry became a 'watch out for' for his breeding techniques that may compromise the Statute)

xxx

Classes went by.

Hogwarts by far, is a nonsensical institution with a curriculum befitting CHILDREN at age six.

Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for. Respectable by junior standards. He only tolerated this because there ARE plants he's never seen before not in any magecraft books. Just that, these people have horrible naming senses.

Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates, and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up. Good god, why haven't they exorcised him yet? Self-study, is an option. At least Bathilda Bagshot TRULY covered history accurately in her book when he checked the library to make sure he's not reading books written by an idiot if the History Teacher was a senile idiot.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little half-goblin wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. Harry sweatdropped, but once he got his bearings, another teacher respecting, and treating his students well. According to senpais, he was a well-liked teacher.

After three classes, it's Lunch.

xxx

Lunch Break...

'Young Master, this is soup with the Wal-King Oyster Mushroom.' Kelly presented the soup to Harry. It was a vegetable Suimono. 'Kelly tasted one, the texture and taste is a success!'

'Really now?' Harry now looked forward to it.

'It has an unusual side-effect when eaten though...Kelly cannot describe it well but nothing bad for hospital other than pleasure...Kelly thinks it'll sell well when master removes the sentience.' Kelly piped up.

'Hmmm...then let's try~' stabbing a fork into the mushrooms and ate one...indeed, words can't describe how his product tasted.

An ordinary King Oyster was already delicious, but this?!

Multiply the taste and texture by 3x was his original plan. But the taste went 7x beyond his predictions. The sensation of the taste and texture filled in with indescribable bliss and pleasure that he swooned and moaned in a way that made all who heard BLUSH DARK RED as he went flat and floated away, while his paper-thin body floated in the air like cloth blown away by wind in a wavy way!

'Words can't describe thiiiis!' Harry sang out in pleasure.

"NO WAY IN HELL CAN WE PUT THAT IN WORDS EITHER!" the whole hall thought, freaked out. It took a while for the effect to end.

'This is wonderful Kelly! We can cultivate and put them on sale!' Harry cried gleefully. 'It's delicious! I'll remove the sentience formula when I get home and reproduce the spore strain, we'll start cultivating immediately!'

'Yes young master!'

'...we may really have to restrain that boy.' said Professor Sprout, blushing. 'No eleven year old should make that sort of sound...he made a food item make its consumers like that?'

'I concur.' Dumbledore shook his head. 'An aspiring inventor but...well...his inventions using live produce and bees are a little...unsettling.'

'And he promised he would be a Potter NOT to give me a headache.' McGonagall sighed.

Snape just huffed grumpily. This Potter's insane and a deviant!

xxx

Next was McGonagall herself and she was the typical strict governess one.

she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class.

'Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts,' she said. 'Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned.'

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Harry and Hermione Granger had made any difference to their match; Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave both a rare smile.

Harry knew he had to be more magic than logic. Magus mindset will hinder him in this class. Magi are all about science and logic, basing all they have around it, while these people believe that 'the impossible can happen because it's magic'. Even if he were to turn McGonagall's desk into a compressed ball of wood, it will not explain how the hell can she turn furniture into a living animal.

No form of scientific field can ever explain this. He was a prodigy thanks to his mother's blood and no knowledge he had can make 2 out of many 1+1s he tried to make out of finding a way to explain somehow.

So in the end, he realized, it's fantasy + 2xvizualization + 2xbelief + add the rest of the equation then x power to give 'life' = successful spells.

He came to that conclusion and that's how to pass Transfiguration Class.

He supposed Charm's the same. He hasn't seen Charmwork yet as First Days were just typical Introductions and Orientations. Only McGonagall demonstrated magic at work.

Damn, his head hurt.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days.

Is he stupid? Dead Apostles and Ancestors could care less about Garlic. What can kill vampires are Holy Weapons and Sacraments wielded by Executors, and a combat-oriented magus, if the White Princess and Satsujinki ain't around.

His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

This is yet, another idiot teacher.

Last was Potions.

Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name.

'Ah, yes,' he said softly, 'Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity.'

'Ehhh I prefer that part doesn't exist.' said Harry bluntly with a handwave. He doesn't care much for his fame as a baby, he'd rather care for accolades he actually deserved!

'But that, is reality.' said Snape with a sneer. 'You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking,' he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word - like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.

'As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.'

Silence ensued.

To be fair, even in Witchcraft, Potion-making is scarier than cooking...

'Potter!' said Snape suddenly. 'What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?'

'Draught of Living Death.'

'Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?'

'Taken from the stomach of a goat.'

'Last: what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?'

'None. Also known as Aconite. Three names, same single plant, poisonous too but I'm not teaching how to poison anybody.'

Snape then looked at his class.

'Well? Why aren't you taking notes?' there was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. 'At least you're one Potter who opened a book before class.' Snape said begrudgingly in reluctant approval. He really IS biased but not even he can deny a studious student capable of insanity levels such as breeding magical plants and bees...that takes SKILL and more than a few dozen of cracking books open to make it possible.

He then put them to task in making a Cure Boil Potion.

Snape put them all into random pairs by house and set them to work, with Harry working with Fay Dunbar.

But...

Just a Recipe and not even showing how to make it to these kids who clearly don't know how to even prepare ingredients? Oi oi...

But for now, he'll see how this goes...

He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like. He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

'Idiot boy!' snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. 'I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?'

Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.

'Take him up to the hospital wing,' Snape spat at Seamus who quickly fled with his work partner. 'Back to work before yours blows up too!' he snapped at the class.

Well in the end, he and Fay got a good grade since he taught Fay how it should be done with patient teaching, as she could not read Snape's shitty handwriting on the board.

Then there's those 'once-a-week' classes.

Every wednesday midnight, is Astronomy Class.

Astronomy is a joke. Clock Tower's Astrology Division will laugh at it. It's basically constellation-hunting in the sky and looking for Planets, but he had to give kudos, as not even Magus Tools can see far into Outer freaking Space. How'd they do that?!

He was baffled at how can these people who are intellectually inferior, invent something so insane?

This is like these idiots can do impossible things simply because they don't know it's supposed to be impossible.

But for idiots, this may be where their strength lies in, perhaps. Same theory in both Transfiguration and Charms to create such tools?

And every thursday only, was Flying Classes.

It's on the Quidditch Pitch, taught by Madam Hooch. According to his parents' history, she was the Flight Instructor and Quidditch Referee in the school's seasonal games.

However.

Harry had never believed he would meet a boy he would be annoyed with, but that was before he met Draco Malfoy.

He can tolerate childish kids in his muggle classroom as they didn't know any better and are fun-oriented who have no idea how hard the future was, and teaching them that was their parents' responsibilities, therefore not his problem.

Still, first-year Gryffindors only had Potions with the Slytherins, so they didn't have to put up with Malfoy much. Or at least, they didn't until they spotted a notice pinned up in the Gryffindor common room that made them all groan. Flying lessons, and Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together.

It appears all other classes have Gryffindor paired up with other houses twice a day in classes.

But somehow, Gryffindor meets with Slytherins more than other houses. No doubt due to the Headmaster's decisions as he believes Harry should deal with the future Death Eater generation and this is his way of telling him 'do your duty'.

The fuck asshole, you raising a child agent by constantly reminding him that Death Eaters came from Slytherin House and therefore your enemy?

He had nothing against Slytherin in general. Just Malfoy but he will not say a word, believing he has to be the bigger man here.

Malfoy.

A pureblood family originally from France. Despite their promotion of pure-blood ideologies, the Malfoy family have been known to ingratiate themselves with non-magical society when it suits their interests. The Malfoys are one of the wealthiest wizarding families in Britain, but they have a reputation for being 'slippery'.

When he had Kelly investigate, it was because Armand Malfoy came here with William the Conqueror's army. As a reward for his services, he was granted the land of Wiltshire, owned both magically and in the muggle world legally. Armand then married a nice pureblood girl, but for leaving his homeland where most of his family magicks were, his descendants slowly declined. Due to paternity effects and severe inbreeding of the wife's origins, the later Malfoys were forced to do 'questionable means' and it involved a lot of death while still masquerading as 'pureblood' when in reality they're half-bloods now.

Anyone outside the family who finds out that truth, DIES.

So they're hypocrites.

Nothing wrong with self-preservation but Draco Malfoy irks him as he represented the spoiled rotten brat trope within tropes involving rich family settings.

He just annoyed him by merely existing.

That is all.