Elder Blood Witcher 361 Call Me Professor Ludvig.

As Reima had expected it didn't take long for him to be pulled into Dumbledore's office for skipping cla.s.ses. Once there he and Dumbledore had a long discussion about whether or not he should be allowed to teach Ciri advanced spells in order to help her survive the tournament. Reima was actually about to lose the argument until he brought up the idea of having Harry accompany her in these training sessions, something which caused the old man's eyes to twinkle incessantly.

This all leads up to where he is now, in an empty cla.s.sroom with Ciri and Harry standing before him looking on expectantly. He sighs and begins to speak, "Harry, are you sure you want to learn from me? I can be a cruel task master..."

Harry "I don't want to die, so please teach me!" he says earnestly.

Reima "Fine. But if I hear a word about "Not wishing to learn dark magic" I'll brand it on your forehead permanently!" he says harshly.

Harry's face drops as he rubs his scar, apparently the idea of something more visible isn't exactly appealing to him.

Reima "Now, what spells do you know that would actually be useful against a dragon?" he asks.

Harry thinks to himself before answering, "Er, Expelliarmus?"

...

Reima "Harry, are you stupid? What would a disarming charm do against a dragon?"

Harry mumbles something that neither Reima or Ciri catch.

Reima "What was that?"

Harry "I don't know any other offensive spell! Happy?" he shouts, looking down in embarra.s.sment.

...

Reima "What the f.u.c.k is this school teaching?!?" he shouts. "No, you know what, I can work with this." he says to himself before pointing his staff at a table on the far end of the room. "Reducto." he says, causing the table hit to disintegrate into dust, under the surprised gaze of Harry.

Harry "What was that?"

Reima "A proper offensive spell, reduces things it hits to dust."

Harry "Would it be useful against a dragon?"

Reima shrugs, "Probably not? Maybe if you hit it's eye but I wouldn't try it, no instead I want you to start with this spell as it's one of the easier ones to learn.

Harry nods, "What are the wand movements?"

...

Reima "The what?"

Harry "Wand movements.. Youknow, to cast the spell?"

Reima points to his staff, "Do I look like I use wand movements?" Harry shakes his head in realisation.

Reima "Wand movements are crutches for s.h.i.t wizards anyway, so are incantations. So if you wanna learn under me you're going to have to start there." he says.

And so that's how Reima became the teacher of Harry Potter... In only a few days under Reima's tutilage Harry managed to cast his first Lumos without incantation or wand movements, it was based on sheer will alone. As someone capable of casting a powerful Patronus this was a no brainer but it still took a while to remove his reliance on those magical crutches.

Ciri and Harry's "Friendship" was also noticed by the school and especially Ron Weasley who gnashed his teeth every time he saw it. Not long after this development did a new article from the Daily Prophet come out, causing a whole new heap of trouble.

"Boy-Who-Cheats bribes champion?" was the article which caused Hermione to try and leave school to hex Rita Skeeter. It's contents basically stated that Harry had no chance in h.e.l.l at winning and instead had bribed Ciri to accompany him and eventually loose in the tournament, there was also implications that she'd perform s.e.xual favours for him...

Ciri "Ok, I've had it with this b.i.t.c.h." she says gritting her teeth.

Reima "Just deal with it, it isn't time to get rid of her yet." he says, wishing for the wand weighing ceremony to come sooner.

Ciri "Is she even allowed to write slanderous stuff like this!? There must be laws to prevent it!" she exclaims.

Reima "The Ministry doesn't care as long as the articles are not on it's inadequacies or pure-blood scandals."

Ciri "But that's-that's-"

Reima "Bulls.h.i.t?"

Ciri "Bulls.h.i.t!"

She continues to complain to a reluctant Reima while Snuffles sips the blood Dumbledore had the elves deliver to them.

The days continue until it's eventually the day for the wand weighing ceremony, Reima keeps his Observation Haki flaring, looking for even the most minute aura. His senses were almost being overloaded by the sheer amount of information, he could feel a colony of ants outside in the school grounds tending to their young, he could hear them sounding like an anthem of Anthony.

Truth be told he was getting quite the headache but he endured, this was for the good of mankind after all. If he didn't deal with this threat then no one would, and the sanct.i.ty of journalism would be at risk. Of course all of this was an excuse as he was just hoping to find a certain blue beetle before it started to do interviews.