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🕑 Added 2024-10-26 15:02:13 +0000 UTCThe silence filled the atmosphere in the headmaster's office. The professors chose to remain silent and let me continue my speech, so I did.
"You may not understand where I'm coming from, so let me give you an example. If you were to ask Professor Flitwick what he thinks about his past self, before his enlightenment, I'm sure he would provide you with a descriptive term that you can relate to. It's the same for me: I view you as a Muggle doing tricks and claiming that it's magic. That's the blunt truth. Don't believe me? It's fine; let Professor Flitwick give you his answer." I looked toward Professor Flitwick's direction, as did all the others. They couldn't believe what I had said.
True, they had been tolerating me until now because they knew I was right and that I was stronger. Regardless of what people believe or convince themselves, in the wizarding world, might makes right. It's the undeniable and obvious truth. So when I did whatever I wanted, they tolerated it, but now that I'm giving them orders—no matter how I disguise it—they're struggling to accept it. However, I'm telling them they are not qualified and need to update their knowledge so they can teach effectively. In doing so, I'm questioning their qualifications, which is why Flitwick's enlightenment couldn't have come at a better moment. I'm starting to think that I'm obscenely luck or fate is planning something big. I'll ponder on that later.
"While Harry's blunt words are hurtful, they are not far from the truth. The knowledge we were taught or are currently teaching is either incomplete or flawed. We truly need to start updating our understanding and research while also striving to rebuild the foundation of education we have been providing for the children. They are the future, and we must correct their flawed perspectives on magic, just as we need to do for ourselves," Professor Flitwick said eloquently and gently. His words brought the final blow and I can see the acceptance in their eyes. This is good, now I can move on with my plans
"Thank you, Professor. Now let's begin by creating a timetable for the estimated time needed for all of you to rebuild your knowledge before you start teaching. I also need your opinions on what resources are necessary to accomplish this as quickly as possible, and on how to handle the students in the meantime. What can we have them do to address their deficiencies, especially those in the fourth to seventh years? We need to encourage them to abandon their exam-focused studies and start with the basics. The first to third years are easier to correct since they haven't yet built a solid foundation in magic." I started to ramble on, while the professors looked at me with either surprise or reverence, as was the case with our Runes professor.
We stayed for an hour discussing different topics and concluded that I'll be handling the fifth to seventh years in one big group for two hours a day for the next month, while the first to third will have one hour right after.
During this month, the professors will do their absolute best with the help of potions—very expensive potions—like the "Cognito Concoction," which enhances memory retention and comprehension skills; the "Focus Elixir," which, as the name suggests, enhances focus; "Stamina Potions"; "Serenity Brew" for its effects on combating mental and physical fatigue; and the "Brew of Clarity," which will be brewed in very large quantities and distributed to everyone, be it students or professors. The "Speedy Study Brew," which does exactly what its name suggests, will also be distributed to everyone.
Now, I have to quickly order the missing ingredients that couldn't be found in the Dark Forest or the school's Herbology greenhouses. I can still remember the expression on Snape's face when he heard that he would be brewing these potions in large quantities; it looked like he was about to burst with excitement. Ugh—though his expression when I had him swear a vow not to tamper with any potion was hilarious. It's not like I'll trust him with the fate of everyone in the school. I'm not crazy.
With that done, we went out and called for all students to gather in the Great Hall as soon as possible. When we arrived, most of them were already there. Some were curious while others were only present because they had been told to come.
We waited for 10 minutes for the rest to gather before I asked Hogwarts if anyone was still missing—there was. A few couples had been occupied in the broom closets or abandoned classrooms.
Ugh, horny teenagers. I used illusions to scare them; the looks of horror on their faces when they suddenly saw Dumbledore's image sitting there watching them were priceless. That got them to arrive by the time I started addressing what we would be doing over the next month.
"Okay, with everybody here, I will announce the schedule for the next month. If any of you listened to my advice and read the theory books I recommended, you will find yourselves questioning what you have been taught until now. To correct this, the professors will begin reviewing and expanding their own knowledge, while all of you will attend a joint class with me every two days for the next month. Anyone who doesn't attend will be banned from future classes and will be left to study on their own. If you want to be incompetent, don't drag others down with you. Those who have O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s will need to stop preparing for the next month. We will also distribute potions to help you with your lessons this month. The location of the class will be sent to you before each session. Now, does anyone have any questions?" I started the announcement by using magic to make my voice travel through the hall. My tone was steady and clear, creating the impression that I was speaking with each individual. Magic is fantastic. Oh, there's a courageous Slytherin who wants to speak.
"Yes," I replied, looking at him and gesturing for him to continue.
"What I want to know is, what gives you the right to tell us purebloods what to do? What can you even teach us that we don't already know? You're just half-blood filth; your mother…" His voice was abruptly cut off and replaced by screams as I made a shooing motion with my hand, sending him flying from where he stood at the Slytherin table onto the wall a few meters behind him.
"Ah, the idiot had it coming. I had just finished my sugar-coated speech. Let me give you the blunt one: If any of you want to be like that inbred, incompetent moron, then don't come to my class. I do not care what you think you are; in my eyes, you are nothing more than a monkey with a magical stick.
You want to know what right I have? Well, I have the right of owning Hogwarts and the right of being the strongest here. This is the wizarding world, not your mom's mansion. Here, in the real world, the strongest does what he wants, and that is exactly what I'm doing. Get it through your heads that whatever preconceived notions of me you had are long gone. If you want to leave, then goodbye. This generation of magicals here will either graduate as competent witches and wizards or will not graduate at all. Do you understand?" My voice echoed through the hall, silencing them all.
"And don't forget to take the moron to see Madam Pomfrey when you leave," I said as I stood up and began leaving the hall.
