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I had another crossover like this one, but I decided that this version I had in mind would be much less confusing for me to write. The first one I tried was one where Harry was the same age as Yukari, which really limited my ability, since Harry would not know much magic, and I just like harems. This version is where Harry has already defeated Voldieshorts, and is now the Man-Who-Conquered. There are several changes, but I will be going over that in this chapter.

"Hubba Baloo" Normal Speaking

"Hubba Baloo" Thought Speaking

"Hubba Baloo" Demonic/Emotional Speaking

"'Hubba Baloo"' Parseltongue Speaking

"Hubba Baloo" Spells

Starting Story

"You look troubled, is there anything you would like to tell a tired old priest?" Said priest was wearing white robes, with a hood large enough to cover his face. The only part of him visible, besides the hand holding a coffee, were his unnaturally glowing eyes.

The one he was asking was a man on the cusp of his adult life, yet aged by circumstances beyond his understanding. He looked to be around twenty, with long, unruly black hair and skin a healthy, yet pale color. The most powerful thing about him though were his eyes, which shone with power, like emeralds under a lamp.

This is Harry Potter, formerly known as the Boy-Who-Lived, and now called by the name, the Man-Who-Conquered. The young man was currently in a muggle coffee shop, Starbocks or something, and was currently scribbling down notes on a pad, though it looked more like badly done cartoon scribbles than words.

Looking up at the robe wearing man, Harry sighed, feeling the aura of a magical person. "What is it that you want, I am quite busy." And it was true, Harry had just released his first book, on the differences in power and abilities of language.

Ever since he was younger, Harry loved language. Words came to him extremely easily, and he had no trouble memorizing them. By the time he had entered Hogwarts, Harry could already speak seven languages. When he had learned of the inherent power of language when it comes to magic, he had become ecstatic, testing out spells in every language he had learned and watching the results.

"Well, perhaps… I believe neither flattery nor bribery are very powerful things to you, so I guess I will keep this short and to the point. I run a school, one for-" "Wait, I don't want to hear it, I will not teach a bunch of annoying brats magic. End Of Story!" Harry interrupted the priest, gathering his things and getting up from his chair.

"Hehehe, I guessed not, but I am not asking you to teach magic. Rather I would like it if you would come to my school to teach English. My school is situated in Japan, and it is not a school that teaches magic as a subject." The priest said quickly, placating the young linguist. Harry stopped, before sitting back down, and staring at the older gentleman.

"My school is not a normal one yes, but I think you would find it very… exciting." The priest continued, only to see the young man wave him on, his face made of stone, but interest in his eyes.

"I am the Headmaster at Yokai Academy, a school for non-humans. It includes Wizards and Witches, but it mainly hosts those known as Monsters. Our last Language Teacher… left us, and I am in search of a new one. When I came across your book, I began to gather information of you. If you accept, I will pay for your trip to my school, there is room and board, and a modest paycheck. You will also be allowed to open a language club, though you will only be teaching English in the classroom." The priest finished, leaning back slightly to allow Harry to think.

Harry could feel that this was not all, that the priest was hiding things from him. However, the opportunity to tech was actually very persuasive. While he had done very well in Hogwarts, coming in at the top ten every year since joining, no one had ever thought he would like to teach. Even when he was a Ravenclaw, everyone considered him a Gryffindor like his parents. To be truthful, Harry did often save the school and his friends, but he had never done something stupid and half-baked like a Noble Gryffindor.

Looking back at the priest, Harry could feel the invasive eyes roam him, judging him and testing him. It felt similar but very different from his last Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Both are creepy old men, who obviously don't feel the need to consider other people on their level. Both are powerful, at least the auras of each of them. Yet, this priest did not hide his… unsettling manipulative nature. He did not show it or try to pretend he is a kind old man. He showed that he is a creepy old bastard, no doubts about it.

Harry pulled his mind from the priest, thinking about the offer. It was not a matter of whether he wanted to stay or not. Harry had wanted to leave England since he had graduated, but because others felt he was still needed, he was constantly guilt-tripped into helping everyone wipe their arses. His friends, Hermione and Ronald Weasley were now becoming increasingly annoying. Ron was rather simple, he would go out, get drunk with free booze, claiming his rights as a friend of Harry Fucking Potter.

That was not the worst of it.

He would constantly try to get Harry to date his sister, who troubled him. There was something, tweaked, about her, something puzzle piece that was forced into the wrong spot. Harry's Godfather Sirius, who had begun dating a muggleborn lady, tried to help Harry by graphing her on the Hot/Crazy scale from the show How I Met Your Mother. Barney Stinson became the idol of the Black Patriarch ever since he saw him. It was only shortly afterward that he discovered that he was only a character, and the Barney did not in fact exist.

Anyways, Ginerva Weasley was way too crazy for her hotness to compensate for. She was hot, just not that hot.

Harry's other friend, Hermione Granger, was a much more complex matter. She truly wanted to do good for the community, but had decided that she could place his name on everything she was selling to the Wizengamot, without even asking him first. Harry felt that he would have helped her anyways, but the blind abuse of their friendship did take its toll.

His other friends were also 'high' on the victory and their newfound fame.

Neville Longbottom had come a long way from the tubby first year he was so long ago. He was now a handsome, broad-shouldered assistant teacher of Herbology, who married Hannah Abbot a short time after the war. However, known only to the headmistress, McGonagall and himself, Neville has had two illicit relationships with students. The two decided to keep Neville's misbehaviors in the dark for now, as it was still a tumultuous time, and hearing about such a hero falling from grace would not go over well.

George Weasley, as well as the two elder brothers of the Weasley clan, had fallen out with Harry. While they did not implicitly blame him for the deaths of their mother and Fred, he reminded them of their loss. He stayed away from them, out of respect for their feelings and they hadn't spoken for over a year.

Draco Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa were part of his better relationships, surprisingly. Though that might be because neither did get off very lightly. While they provided help that was vital for the war effort, they were not allowed off the hook, so to say. Both received fines straight from the Malfoy Vaults that crushed them financially. Harry had become something of a babysitter, since they had become basically dependent on the goodwill of the Black family. Draco had learned to keep his mouth shut, and Narcissa, or Cissy as she prefers in private, had taught him many, many techniques that were most commonly used in the bedroom.

Harry still had a shit-eating grin every time the three of them were in a room together.

Remus Lupin, one of Harry's father's friends, had not been a large part of his life. Hell, some might say that Harry had more interaction with Peter Pettigrew, the traitor to his family, and the 'light' side in general. Lupin had taught a solid DADA in his third year, but that was the scope of their relationship.

Truthfully, besides the crazy sex with Cissy, the only English citizen, magical or muggle, that Harry would miss, would be Luna Lovegood. It was surprising but after the war, Harry had become very attached to Luna and vice versa. It wasn't dating, though both were probably comfortable enough with each other to transition to it. Her personal brand of insanity was what got Harry through those first few months after the war. Who could become depressed about the loss of life, when a beautiful blond dragged him across Europe in search of the truth? Truths like the existence of the honest politician or Crumple-horned Snorcacks. There was also the Delicious Bum that always caught his eye, but she didn't seem to notice that there was one right behind her.

So, overall, Harry had nothing to really lose. He had very few he could stand to be around, whether for moral or trust issues. Owls were piling letters up to the rafters, with requests for marriage to help figuring out spells. His friends were taking advantage of him, and Luna was already out of the country, searching for Beady Bisslers, which could only be found by virgin girls.

Coming out of his daze, Harry noticed the glowing eyes of the priest, as well as the fallen sun. Looking over to the clock on the wall, Harry noticed that and hour and a half had passed since he had started his reminiscence.

"Well Mr. Potter, have you made up your mind yet?" The bastard priest knew his answer already, since Harry could feel the self-important smug grin on the man's face. Harry sighed, before giving a faint smile and nodding.

"Then allow me to be the first to welcome you to the Yokai Academy, Potter-Sensei. It is lovely to have such a new face as part of our staff." Not many had this man's skill, Harry mused after listening to the 'warm welcome'. Not many could sound both mocking and genuine at the same time.

"velnias" Harry whispered.

Ending Chapter

Well, here's the new rendition of Wizard of Yokai. I hope this one is more enjoyable for all of you readers. I decided to age Harry so drastically so that I could have more freedom with Harry's character. Obviously there are changes to canon, and if you don't like it, I can't believe that you have read this far.

Velnias: Fucking Hell (Lithuanian)

This will be a bit of a running gag, Harry will often swear in a language of my choosing, provided by Google Translate. It won't really amount to much, just show his mastery of the tongue. He knows almost every human language, as well as several magical languages, including Parseltongue.

First off, I am making this a harem, and for the most part it will be adults/teachers. Here is the list, so you don't get too far in and decide you don't like it.

Luna Lovegood 19

Gabrielle Delacour 15

Ruby Tōjō 19

Shizuka Nekonome 26 (I don't know her real age)

Ririko Kagome 28 (Says late twenties)

Ageha Kurono 34 (Never said she bonded or that her bonded one is alive)

This is not the final list as I might feel the need to change things at my own whimsy. As for Tsukune and the others, they will be a part of the story, though some more than others. Yukari will be a bit(read as very large) of a fangirl, as well as Ruby, though that will be more for the laughs than anything else. Kurumu will be the new step-daughter of Harry eventually, so that ought to be interesting.

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