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Chapter 11: a turbulent re-entry.

Saturday morning, Harry got up almost at dawn, he was too excited to stay asleep. Today was held the selections had the Slytherin Quidditch team, today was that he would if he had enough talent to become a catcher or not.

Draco and Blaise would also give it a shot, the first of a Chaser position and the second for the role of caretaker. Harry hoped with all his heart that all three would be taken in the team.

He got up and decided to enjoy the sun shining outside to steal a little, just to relax.

About half an hour later he arrived on the Quidditch pitch. Tightening the nimbus 2000 he had a birthday from her uncle Remus for his twelfth birthday, he positioned himself on his broom and took off. Once in the air, he enjoyed the wind that swept his face, the sun shining and a sense of well being that overwhelmed every time he was on his broom.

The week was to take place at Hogwarts was interesting was the least he could say.

The day after the feast earlier this year, Professor McGonagall announced at breakfast that Professor Quirrell had resigned from his post as defense against the forces of evil, and would be replaced by Professor Lockhart, the most idiot full of himself that we can never meet, in the words of Blaise and Harry was not far from sharing his opinion.

Defenses against the forces of evil had been the first course of the season, and was a class Gryffindor / Slytherin, what pleased and displeased Harry at the same time: in fact he could be with Neville, but it meant also support his twin and his court. And ongoing defense against the forces of evil, it was particularly painful.

Flashback:

Harry returned to the classroom along with Neville and Hermione, with whom he chatted quietly. All three of them as usual sat down together at the top, noting that the new teacher was not there yet.

- So what are your predictions on the new teacher? asked in a tone nonchalant Neville to his two classmates.

- Well it can not be worse than Professor Quirrell, Hermione replied in a slow voice. I will not speak ill of a teacher, but I really think it was not very competent in this matter. Professor Lockhlart however has made a lot of things, he has overcome all sorts of demonic creatures and it is certainly well qualified for the job, she said a little dreamy voice that called to Harry. He had never heard of this man, but the fact that he had to buy all these books and two autobiographies had not much convinced about the quality of the teacher.

- I would not be so sure in your place Granger said Blaise, who was just behind them along with Daphne and Tracey. I saw Lockhlart Flourish and Blotts during the holidays when I went to get my books for school, he was going to autograph his books and I felt that this guy was an idiot who thought only to advertising, he says with a hint of disdain and the two girls next to him nodded in sign of acquiescence. Apparently Hermione did not seem to agree, but before she could answer, Professor Lockhlart entered the room.

The first impression of Harry was not very positive against the new teacher. The professor was quite large, had blue eyes and forget-me wavy blond hair, her smile was dazzling, but Harry could not have explained, there was something wrong with this man sounded as if his smile n ' was not natural, as if the cheerful glow that emanated from his eyes was false. However, he noticed that most girls in the class looked at him with a unanimous admiration. Girls are stupid, then thought of the young Harry. I hope that Elizabeth will not react that way.

Professor Lockhlart which continued to show a sparkling smile, walked to his office.

- Hello boys, he began once seated behind his desk. I Gilderoy Lockhlart, Order of Merlin Third Class, Honorary Member of the League of defense against the forces of evil and five times winner of the most charming smile award from the magazine witch-weekly, but it is not my smile I was able to escape some of the most evil creatures that I killed, he said with a smile again. Unfortunately, the joke fell flat, almost all the girls stared in almost drooling and boys looked at him with undisguised contempt. One person laughed, and Harry breathed a sigh of weariness.

- Ryan Potter Ah! Lockhlart exclaimed. I look forward to meeting my boy, come see me at the end of the course, I have some tips to give you, he said, making it a snap. Ryan nodded with a smile and whispered in Harry's ear Neville.

- Do you think he will teach him to have a head even bigger than watermelon current overcomes his neck? and Neville laughed while listening to this. Which obviously attracted the attention of Lockhlart.

- I know what amuses you boy? he asked in a tone of false kindness and laughter redoubled Neville. But it was contagious, and Harry himself burst out laughing softly.

The smile disappeared from his teacher's face and he asked in a voice a little firmer than Neville explains why he laughed in that way. But the poor Neville laughed so much that tears flowed down his cheeks and he was unable to answer.

- Neville laughs because Harry asked if he thought you were going to learn to be slashed even more arrogant and unbearable than it already is, then replied Draco, who had plunged into my eyes, the magician . But this book is zero, he said in a louder voice, looking up and seeing the book in disbelief.

All Slytherins laughed in class when he heard this, and Harry and Neville collapsed on their tables, folded in half, Harry had a stomach ache

- Enough, Lockhlart exclaimed a stern voice, and the laughter subsided a little. All three, you will be retained with me, I will not allow you to act in this class this way and show me such disrespect! Then his eyes fell on Harry, who was wiping his eyes and tried to calm down.

- Harry Potter, said the professor, his eyes narrowing. I heard about you. I know that being in the shadow of your brother should not be easy, and that jealousy must get used continuously, but this is not a reason to act that way! You should take a lesson from your brother rather than adopt such insolent behavior, he said in a softer voice. Harry could not believe his ears, this idiot really believed everything he said, but Harry decided to have some fun and play the game

- You are right teacher, he said in a falsely contrite voice, trying to suppress a laugh inside. I will try to follow the example of my wonderful and talented sister. The sarcasm was evident in his voice, but apparently not for everyone because the teacher Lockhlart sketched a smirk.

- Well, now move on to the course start date. I will distribute a short questionnaire to complete, he explained. Oh not rocket science worry, he says, laughing himself to his little joke. Please, he told Hermione, could you distribute the questionnaires? Hermione blushed and did so immediately. You have thirty minutes, he pointed out once everyone had the questionnaire under the eyes. And do not worry, it's not noted!

Harry went through the sheet and rolled his eyes. This teacher is a fool decerebrate, he thought with growing contempt. He asked questions such as' what is the favorite color of Lockhlart Gilderoy? " or 'what is the anniversary date of Gilderoy Lockhlart and what would be the perfect birthday gift?'. As if I could know that, Harry thought with an involuntary bailment. He turned and saw Blaise and two Slytherins had begun a part of hanging on a piece of parchment. So Hermione met diligently every question, Neville himself was content to look at issues with an air gap. Harry had an idea, he whispered to his best friend. It replied with a smile and they both began to fill their questionnaires.

Thirty minutes later Lockhlart picked up the scrolls and began to view them.

- Tut, tut, almost no one could tell which was my favorite color or my birthday, you all need to reread my books, except that Miss Granger was able to answer every question, how- he said, addressing a dazzling smile to the young Gryffindor whose cheeks became scarlet. Ten points for Gryffindor! ... And his smile disappeared when he consulted the copies located at the end of the stack. He raised his eyes and looked Harry, Neville, Draco and surprisingly severely.

- Do you find yourself entertaining young people? he hissed, and the three boys shrugged their shoulders nonchalantly.

- I do not see what you mean, 'said Malfoy heir of his usual drawl.

- Oh, really? the witch got angry blond. You, he says, pointing to Draco, who write on your copy of 'I have no time to waste in learning the details of your insignificant little life'! And you two, he added, turning to Harry and Neville, who write nonsensical answers such as' favorite color is pink Lockhlart acid drops', 'his greatest achievement is how to keep a constant plated idiot smile on his lips, even when he does not speak '! At these words, many students in the class burst out laughing again. Even Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas laughed silently.

- Very well said Lockhlart, his eyes flashing. All three of you come in selected Sunday night in my office, and in the meantime you can go, I do not want to make you over until you have not learned to respect a wizard of my size!

- Well, not tomorrow the day before, Harry muttered by gathering business.

The three friends hastened to leave the room. Once they were in the hallway, leaning against the wall, they allowed themselves to laugh.

- The teacher is the worst we have ever had, Neville said once they had resumed their calm. The other two nodded to the head but did not say a word.

- Well, I think I'll go back to sleep, said Harry. After all, it was bed very late last night and I'm not this way before me today, I think a nap is needed. With that, the three witches returned to the Slytherin common room, Harry to sleep, and the other two because they had a good place to hang out.

The next day, it was the turn of Elizabeth Black to be entitled to two hours of defense against the forces of evil with Professor Lockhlart.

- No, but I think so, she exclaimed, sitting next to Daphne for lunch. The second-year Slytherins were already having lunch and discussing the course of metamorphosis they had in the morning. This teacher is a disabled brain full! she said and slammed his bag down. Obviously, the young Ravenclaw was in a bad mood.

- What happened Eli? Harry asked trying to hide a laugh. He knew that Elisabeth did not like the new teacher, and he would have given anything to attend an interview between them.

- I got a hold! she cried in despair. I, Elizabeth Black I had a hold with this pathetic little man! How will I survive this humiliation?

- Why did you withhold? Tracey asked while chewing a piece of roast.

- Because I dared to ask what relevance this had to know the birthday, favorite color or favorite food of this clown! Elisabeth replied by filling his plate with fury. I can not believe it, why is it that such was hired? It's obvious he can not do it, he can not even cope with Cornish pixies!

Harry smiled at hearing this. Blaise had indeed told the story. Lockhlart elves had dropped the class and then had Carapate in fourth gear, leaving Hermione, Blaise, Daphne and Tracey care to control the little beasts. Needless to say it had gone up the coast from Professor Slytherin.

- Why what he has this teacher? asked Jenny who was eating with them but was talking with other early years when Elizabeth had arrived and had not paid attention to what the Ravenclaw said.

- You did not have? Elisabeth asked suspiciously.

- No, it was that me today, 'said Lucas, sitting right next to her. As Elisabeth and Neville also had very quickly become used to come and eat at the table of green and silver. From what Harry had understood, the first year Gryffindors were not the best company it is. Between Ginny Weasley and Emmett Black, who were part of Ryan Potter fan club, it was true that Lucas did not have much choice.

- Oh, well you'll know for yourself this afternoon, Elizabeth replied sarcastically. I would not spoil your fun.

- You were right the course is too bad! exclaimed Jenny Derwent in respect of which Elisabeth was in the Slytherin common room, playing a game of chess against Harry in the eye of Draco who was also a duty of potions. Elizabeth looked up at the first year and sketched his lips a smile of triumph.

- My dear little Jenny, she said, you learn very quickly that I'm always right.

- What happened? asked Harry.

- I also received a restraint complained the first year. All because I knew none of his stupid test. So when he asked me why I did not respond and whether or not I read these books I have to confess that I fell asleep on it this summer and I did not sound the experience, she says with a sigh. It is only my second day here and I already have a successful, bright my return, my mother will kill me! she ended by collapsing on the couch.

- Do not worry little Jenny said Elisabeth, returning to his game of chess. We all been there and I'm sure your mother will understand if you explain that a decerebrate Lockhlart is complete.

Jenny made a face but said nothing. A glimmer of worry crossed her brown eyes, but it only lasted a few seconds. She took out a notebook from his bag and began to do his homework.

During the defense against the forces of evil were thus a real torture for our friends, and Thursday evening, when Harry was doing a duty to spell along with Blaise, Draco and Elizabeth came to see if a mine delighted that this does not inspire him with confidence. If the two cousins ​​Black concocted something together, this was not a good sign.

- We had an idea, Draco muttered in the direction of the two Slytherins who looked up their scrolls.

- We realized, 'said Elizabeth, it was the second consecutive year we had an idiot as a teacher of defense against the forces of evil, and at this rate, we would never learn anything in this matter.

- The brilliant minds that we are then, Draco continued in all modesty, have therefore thought not to be full of quiche in this matter, one could always learn ourselves.

- What you think? Blaise, who seemed very interested.

- In a sort of little private club where we learn defenses ourselves spells that might be useful, 'said Elizabeth, who was visibly proud of the air itself.

Blaise let out a whistle of admiration and Harry nodded.

- It's a great idea, he said. But that should be included in this little club?

- Well, the trio of gold, first, Draco replied. I, Blaise and his two sidekicks, and Jenny Lucas and possibly others if you want.

- Besides, where is Neville? Ravenclaw asked, looking around her in the common room was almost empty.

- It is retained with OGCM, Blaise said, for the incident on the train the first day of school.

- How are we organized? Harry asked suddenly, well packaged by which this idea was wondering how to put it into practice.

Elizabeth shrugged casually say, this is a technicality, and after a few seconds of reflection, Draco said.

- I am sure we will find, in the meantime, we should gather all the interested parties and we will think together. Saturday afternoon, for example, after the selections? he suggested.

All came to an agreement. The idea was somewhat exciting, and all were anxious to be able to carry it out.

Harry flew for an hour, just to relax before returning to have breakfast with friends. Sitting at his table, he noticed that Draco and Blaise were also nervous, even though they tried not to show too.

- Harry, it is imperative that you be taken in the team, said Neville suddenly sat down next to him. The Gryffindor had dark circles and shouted with a great yawn. Harry knew that the only reason why Neville was standing was able to come to bear his friends in the selections, and he was grateful. He knew how much sleep was an important activity for the young wizard was rare to see it up before noon on a Saturday morning.

- Why only Harry and not just the two of us Longbottom? said a voice falsely threatening Draco.

- Because its wrong half was taken in the team as qu'attrapeur last night! Neville explained with evident bad mood. All evening yesterday, while I did my homework with Hermione, he boasted in the common room and it was unbearable! This really takes to be the eighth wonder of the world, Harry has his cast off the valve!

A knot formed in Harry's throat. His brother was on the Gryffindor team, and his position as well! If he too was not caught, he could not bear it. He could not stand the incessant bragging, he could not bear to see his brother play while he must remain on the bench. It had to be taken in the team.

An hour later Harry and his two friends found themselves on the Quidditch pitch with the rest of the Slytherin team and all the other students who wanted to be part of the team. All other selections had come to attend, even Neville could not stop yawning or Jenny who was half asleep on the shoulder of Lucas. Harry threw them one last look before his eyes rest on Marcus Flint, the team captain, explained how they would proceed selections. Harry realized with relief that he would have only one opponent, a third year Slytherin tiny. I'll have this post, thought Harry fiercely.

- We'll start with the position of catcher, called Flint, who did not look very comfortable. Potter, you start.

Blaise and Draco sent him a small smile of encouragement and Harry went into position on his broom and took off. Once in the air, he felt better already. He knew he was capable. Flint would launch the Snitch and Harry would have to catch it as soon as possible, while Captain Time how long it was going to. The one who catches the Snitch would be taken as soon as the team.

After a few seconds Flint dropped the golden ball little rushed in the air and disappeared from view. Harry heard or saw nothing around him. All that mattered was to find the Snitch. He concentrated and began to fly, looking eagerly walks. He quickly spotted the small ball. He rushed on her, and in no time, he held the Snitch in the palm of his hand.

He landed to the cheers of his friends. Flint looked pretty damn impressed by what he had done.

- Excellent Potter, he said with appreciation. Well, he said, turning to the other aspirant, in your turn, you have to do less than 49 seconds.

The Slytherin nodded, but Harry could see that he was very green. Satisfied, he looked at the trial of his classmate, who put in any more than five minutes to catch the Snitch.

- Very well, Flint said once he had landed, the air just miserable. Potter, you get into the team as a catcher. The drives are held Wednesday and Saturday afternoon, then visit this afternoon, 12:00 to 1:30 p.m. on the ground. If ever you're late, believe me you will regret, he says in a voice cruel and Harry nodded to show he understood. He went to the stands where his friends were waiting, who cheered.

- Harry was fantastic, Lucas exclaimed with great enthusiasm, while Harry was sitting in the front row between him and Daphne. Jenny, who seemed still asleep nodded as much force she could and gave him a smile that made Harry laugh.

- You play quidditch in a long time? asked Lucas, who obviously look very curious.

- In recent years, there is a home ground on which I can train, 'said Harry. But I love the quidditch is the best sport there is! You've never played there right?

- No, actually I do not like sports Muggles, Lucas said, except swimming. But the quidditch it looks great, I would like to learn!

- I'll teach you if you want, suggested Harry.

While discussing the small group looked at the following selections. Blaise was selected first, he was the only one who can block souaffles five out of five, and he thus became the goalkeeper Slytherin. Then came the turn of the batsmen, and it was a third year Slytherin with blond hair and quite muscular shoulders, which Urquhart was taken. Then finally came the turn of the pursuers. One place was available, and now that he and Blaise were selected, Harry really hoped that Draco would be too. But he had no need to worry, it did not take long to Draco Malfoy to become a team of pursuers.

- You are the best guys, one exclaimed Elizabeth Black who had the red cheeks as a result of cold and bright eyes, once Draco had joined them. Now you can kick ass with Gryffindor and Slytherin will win the Quidditch Cup! Everyone applauded these words, and Harry felt a warmth invade. He was going to kick ass of his annoying sister in front of everyone. That would be sweet revenge.

- See you all in five hours in the park to discuss our small project, Harry offered to all his friends, and they agreed. Satisfied, he went to the library in the company of Elizabeth to a duty of metamorphosis, while some of his friends, Jenny and Neville to name a person back in their beds.

On the way to the library when they were discussing this morning's selections and paste it to inflict Ryan, at the corner of a dark corridor, Harry saw a blonde girl, probably a first years, who was being tormented by her much older Slytherins. One of them pointed a wand at him while the other searched his bag and its contents spilled on the floor laughing at some findings.

- What are you doing? Elisabeth asked furiously, advancing to the little girl whose blue eyes expressed some astonishment mixed with anxiety. Are not you ashamed of you take a first year helpless, dirty rats! she spat with the contempt she could muster.

- But what do you have to meddle with what does not concern you? said in a voice low. Harry's blood made but one round and he threw a heartfelt Stupefy in Slytherin. It fell back. When his sidekick turned and pointed his wand towards Harry, it made him suffer the same fate.

- Do you? Elizabeth asked the little girl she recognized as a Ravenclaw.

- Yes, thank you for speaking for me, she said in a very polite voice. She stared wide-eyed Harry, who felt uncomfortable under that piercing gaze. He felt that she could read in his soul.

- You're Harry Potter, she said suddenly, and Harry nodded. My name is Luna Lovegood, but everyone calls me Loufoca, they think it's a nickname that suits me, but I do not like, she says in a tone of commentator weather. Harry did not know what to say to this statement.

- You are in Ravenclaw is not it? Elizabeth asked in a soft voice, and Luna nodded in assent. We were trying to get to the library, you want to come with us?

- Yes, that's where I was going too, Luna said with enthusiasm.

Harry and Elizabeth took up their journey along with Luna, who began to talk quietly with Elizabeth. Luna's surprised many by telling them that the teacher Lockhlart was beyond doubt a apitorus, and when the two friends wanted to ask what a apitorus, she looked at them with an enigmatic and began to whistle. Elizabeth and Harry gave up trying to understand.

After the Quidditch practice was over for the three friends Slytherin, they went to the lawn where their friends were waiting. In the end, they decided to keep their small group to a minimum, that is to say, Harry and his two best friends, Draco, Blaise and Jenny and Lucas and his two sidekicks women. After all, they felt well together and did not really want strangers to their small group will come to invade.

The sun was shining this afternoon and many students at Hogwarts were outside the chateau, in groups, couples or alone. It was so rare that the sun shines on the lawn in this way that all wanted to enjoy it.

Harry, Draco and Blaise went so settle in the grass near their friends. They chose a remote corner, close to the lake.

The young wizards then passed the rest of their afternoon to discuss their new club defense. Elizabeth, who had written to Remus for advice, suggested that this takes place in a room called the Room of Requirement, in which they would be bothered by anyone. They also decided to meet on Sunday afternoon and Tuesday evening, more if certain problems or had wanted to train some more.

They played a lot in planning this, to imagine the head of Lockhlart should he learn that his students were so incompetent that they were reduced to trying to learn themselves to defend themselves. So they spent a great time and once again Harry is pleased to have found such friends. Who knows what would have become so Elisabeth and Neville had never been friends, if he had not followed the advice of Draco a year ago? Maybe he would have become bitter and dark, if he had someone with him who held him.

Around seven o'clock, Blaise complained he was hungry, and all returned to the hall to eat. As they arrived in the hallway leading to the hall, they came upon a small group of Gryffindor.

- I must speak to you, Ryan said, gloomily towards his twin. The eyebrows of it will frown, but he did not answer and pretended not to wait until Ryan starts to speak. Surrounded by his friends, Harry gave the impression of being a gang leader, surrounded by bodyguards, and Ryan, who was accompanied by Emmett and Ron were well aware that it was better that he does not seek noise his brother if he did not want him and his friends find themselves in the infirmary.

- In private? Ryan said angrily.

- All you have to say you can say to my friends, Harry replied with a smirk. Anyway, I tell them once you are gone, so why waste words?

Ryan looked at the small group of Harry then shook his head angrily and left without saying a word.

While his friends came up to the great hall, Harry turned and looked from his brother. His shoulders were slumped, and obviously, he looked upset. Harry wondered what was going on.