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Inside the headmaster's office, an old man and a younger (looking) man were just finishing up a job interview for a replacement for history.

"You do understand that the other I chose and myself have to meet for a very important meeting at least once a month, but mostly on a weekend, right?"

"I understand completely Mr. Kirkland, and I will allow this as long as you and this other person you might chose are satisfactory history teacher."

"Then I suppose we have a deal Headmaster Dumbledore." The two shook hands over the gadget-covered desk.

"Please call me Albus."

"Then you will have to call me Arthur. Though the children will have to call me Professor Kirkland."

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England sat at home drinking his tea, finally he could keep Mr. Potter safe from anything. After all he was the only hope the nation had from becoming ruled by an evil, psychotic wizard. He was nervous, no not for himself, but the Russian nation. Out of all the allies, Russia could be the best choice.

America? No, of course not with his huge mouth and annoy presence. Fran-? Not even an option. China could have been good, but he was tied to that Hello Kitty franchise and Japan. Russia wouldn't attack (unless provoked) the students and he could keep them in control. Plus he hadn't had any wars recently with Russia other that the 'Become one with me' conversations. He would be the ideal choice, and this would make Russia owe him for being able to hold Belarus back.

He glanced at the clock; two o'clock. England finally decided to call Russia.

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"Hello?" a slightly Russian accent can on since the country had been speaking English for a long time.

"Ah, hello Russia."

"Comrade England, you called to become one with mother Russia, da?" answered a childish voice.

"...Sorry Russia, but that's not the case. You see, I was hoping that you could teach at one of my magical schools."

The large country thought for a moment, "What's in it for me?"

"I will supply you with vodka for the entire school term... and Belarus can't find-," but England was cut off by the call ended beeping of his phone.

'What cut him off?' the gentleman asked himself.

Suddenly, banging started on his door loud and clear. The nation carefully opened the door and found the largest country standing there with packed bags.

"So when do we leave?" Russia asked with a slight huff in his voice.

"Er...," England to a second to ponder how he got here so fast, "Well, the date is August thirteenth, so we could leave tomorrow to go shopping."

"Wonderful! I shall settle in the guest room, da?"

"Quite," England replied as he started to lead Russia to his temporary room. "We'll have to be up before noon to go to Diagon Alley, so we might as well get some rest for now."

"Da."

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"Are you sure it's here England?"

"Of course, this is my country after all," the nation responded as they walked into the pub. Most of the people glanced their way but quickly turned away, some with disgusted looks from the muggle clothes they wore.

"This way," he lead the two of them into a back alley and started to tap the bricks which created an arch to the shopping place. Once again some glance their way because of the muggle clothes, especially Russia because he was covered in layers that was for the winter, in August.

The nations squeezed their way through to Gringotts to withdrawal some galleons. England walked up to a goblin teller, "Good evening, I would like a withdrawal from vault one please."

As soon as England said "vault one" the goblin looked at the two sharply. "Key please," the creature stressed the word 'key'. England easily fished out a very small silver key and showed it. The goblin's eyes widen as he called for a cart. The two nations rode the roller coaster/mine cart for around ten minutes, past multiple dragons and traps that were laid out for thieves that might want to steal from the very first vault that was created in Gringotts.

The cart jerked to a stop, England stepped off and headed straight to the huge metal vault while Russia took a moment to catch himself up. The British nation then stepped up the large dragon head that was imbedded at eye level and stared at it straight in the eyes. Suddenly, the mouth opened and breathed out a ball of fire, but the United Kingdom did not move. Immediately after the entire fireball had somehow phased though him it disappeared. He stuck his hand into the mouth of the dragon up to his shoulder until he finally reached the keyhole.

The large door slowly creaked open and inside was what looked like an infinite sea of gold and silver. England threw Russia a bag that had his flag design on there.

"Come on, we don't have all day. What you have there is an endless wallet. You can put as much money and it will never weight any more than when it is empty, plus it can't be stolen by anyone," England rambled on as he filled his own bag while Russia gazed at the amount of gold. Soon the two took many handfuls of coins and returned to the surface.

Yet again, the two odd pair stood out in the wizard crowd. Russia's head poked out above the crowd while England's eyebrows looked like caterpillars to most. They quickly went to store to store to get the textbooks that they decided was best for their terms. Then the nations decided to get their robes now and got plenty for the school year.

Ollivanders easily took the longest out of all the shops.

"Hello, you two seem to be a bit old to just be getting your first wand," the man stated.

"Quite, but we're going be new history teachers at Hogwarts this year," England supplied. He couldn't use his other wand, it stood out from all the other regular, brown, no star-tipped wands and much too powerful to risk it.

"So, who would like to go first?"

"I will," Russia stepped up.

"Hold out your wand hand, you know, your writing hand."

After Ollivander did all the little measurements, he scurried back to the shelves and grabbed at least thirty boxes. After twenty tries and the wand maker mutter what a tricky customer he was, Russia finally found his wand.

"Thirteen inches, birch, dragon heartstring, give it a wave."

As soon as Russia gave a slight flick, white, red, and blue sparks started to fly out of the tip and form the Russian flag.

Russia was playing his wand while England took thirty-five tries before he found it. As soon as grabbed the wand, more red, white, and blue sparks were spouted out the tip to form the English flag. "Eleven inches, royal oak, unicorn hair. That will be fourteen galleons."

As soon as the pair exited out of the dusty shop, the sun was already setting.

"Well that was quite a day of shopping," England said as the two were just about to head into his home.

"Da, now I wish to relax and have a nice bottle of vodka," Russia responded as he quickly headed upstairs to have his alcohol.

"Oh wait Russia, please don't use our country names while we're there. No one knows that we're nations, even the headmaster."

"Da, good night England."

"Right, good evening."

And the two spend their days until it was finally September first of Harry Potter's fifth year.

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