Professor X. Havilliard teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Every day he writes in his journal, about what he does each day at School.
**THIS IS A FANFICTION WITH OCS, I WAS NOT A PART OF HARRY POTTE...
Life has been unappealing in a way. The students were a bit too holly-jolly today. One student brought me a gift, which was nice, but I didn't do anything for them. All students had everything they needed. A knock came on the door, and a boy with circled glasses and the headmaster was there. The boy sat down at the very desk in the front, and the headmaster apparated away. I checked my list of students, and the name "Potter, Harry" appeared. I shrugged, flicked my wand towards his direction, sending a piece of paper, and a pencil to his way. I got up from my seat and waved my wand, the chalk writing down things on the board.
Today you have a pre-test, just to see what you know. Tomorrow we will begin practicing your wand movements. Friday we will learn our first spell.
I sat down, and the chalk disappeared immediately. The several copies of the pre-test flew off my desk and sorted it selves into the student's desk. 'Begin' was the only word I said that class.
I'm afraid I must go. Someone is at my door. Until tomorrow afternoon,
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