Once the new first years were sorted into their houses and the choir finished singing the school song, Harry noticed a new professor at the staff table that he didn't recognize. He leaned towards Fred and George, who were across the table from him, and asked, as Headmaster Dumbledore walked up to the podium, "Do you two know who that is next to Hagrid?" He nodded toward an older-looking man who had a bored expression.
Before anyone could respond to Harry's question, Dumbledore announced, "Welcome, welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" The hall quieted as Dumbledore began to speak, and the students listened intently. "Now, I'd like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast," he said, scanning the aisles of students. "I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin and Professor Brutus Vaelorin. Professor Lupin has kindly considered filling the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" Lupin stood as Dumbledore introduced him, and he received a round of applause.
"Of course, that's why he gave you the chocolate, Harry," Hermione said.
"Potter," Draco called out. "Potter!" he called louder. Harry and Ron turned around. "Is it true you fainted?" Draco asked, and his friend mimed a mocking version of fainting. "I mean, you actually fainted?" Draco was mocking Harry.
"Shove off, Malfoy!" Ron told him, turning Harry around to face Dumbledore again.
Dumbledore continued his speech as the clapping stopped, "Then there is Professor Vaelorin, who is the professor for our new elective class called Combat Studies, for those who are interested." As he spoke, Vaelorin stood and waved to the students, receiving some applause. Vaelorin scanned the students and his eyes landed on Harry. His eyes softened at the boy, unknowingly being raised as a lamb for slaughter and robbed of his childhood simply because he was born at the end of July. Then his eyes flickered to Neville, a sweet young boy who also suffered a similar, unfair fate.
Vaelorin forced his eyes away from the two boys and sat back down as Dumbledore began to speak again, "Now, for some sad yet good news, our Care of Magical Creatures professor for many years has decided to retire to spend more time with his remaining limbs. Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be taken by none other than our own Rubeus Hagrid." Dumbledore motioned towards Hagrid, who started clapping. McGonagall nudged him so he would stand, and Hagrid got up, hitting the table in front of him and knocking over several glasses.
Hermione cheered loudly as everyone else clapped. Dumbledore gestured for calm as he sighed and began to speak once more, "Finally, on a more concerning note, at the request of the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts will, until further notice, play host to the Dementors of Azkaban." Most of the students began to whisper. "Until Sirius Black is captured, the Dementors will be stationed at every entrance to the grounds. I am assured that their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day activities, but a word of caution: Dementors are vicious creatures; they will not distinguish between the one they hunt and those who get in their way. Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to be forgiving. But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light." He finished his speech.
None of the students spoke for a few moments, processing the information. Then, slowly, the students began to talk, and soon the hall was full of laughter, chatter, and other noises as everyone began to eat.
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It was 8:15 AM on a Friday, and many students from 3rd to 7th year were present in a courtyard that many didn't even know existed, as they had only explored less than half of the castle due to its size.
All the students wore something other than their typical robes: loose, black trousers that fit perfectly around the waist, and long-sleeved, white button-up shirts tucked into the trousers.
"This is brilliant that Professor Dumbledore is letting us do this!" Hermione said, looking at racks of wooden weapons ranging from simple daggers to great battleaxes that were about 8 feet long. Fred and George were trying to pick up a battleaxe and hold it properly.
"I'm just happy that I don't have to wear those robes," Harry said, adjusting his shirt.
"Oh, on the topic of these clothes, the tailor told me that they were made with charms to reduce the force from blunt impacts!" Hermione said excitedly, pulling out a worn notebook and opening it to a page filled with information about the clothing, from the material to how the charms worked. Only Neville and Harry seemed interested, while Ron just rolled his eyes in slight annoyance, though he looked at the page without really reading much.
"Meaning what?" Ron asked, skimming over her notes.
"Meaning that if I were to swing one of these wooden swords at you at full force, you would only feel about 1/3 of the impact, or less, on the parts covered by the clothes. It really depends on the impact..." Hermione began to rant about the clothing and charms.
As Hermione went on, Harry looked around at the other students, wanting to know who else was there. He noticed that every member of each Quidditch team was present.
Then, the entrance to the courtyard opened, and Vaelorin walked in with a cane in his scarred hand. The courtyard quickly quieted as almost all eyes turned to him.
When Vaelorin reached the center of the courtyard, he quickly scanned to see if all the students were present, then took a deep breath and said loudly, "Good morning, students. I am Brutus Vaelorin. Call me whatever you want; I don't care. In this class, you will learn how to defend yourselves without a wand. The first thing I want you to do is look for your names on the left wall and put your wands there now!"
The students began to whine about how it was unfair and made no sense, while a few, mostly the Quidditch players, went to put their wands up, as they always did due to the risk of their wands breaking during practice or a match.
A few minutes later, all the students had reluctantly put their wands away. Brutus then asked, once they were in a line facing him, "Do any of you kids have questions for me before we begin?"
Hermione quickly shot her hand up, and Brutus pointed his cane at her, signaling her to ask. "Umm, well, Professor Vaelorin, will we have any textbooks to help us?"
"Yes, but you will get those later depending on some things," Brutus replied. Then he said loudly, "But first, I want all Quidditch members to come here now!"
They all went to him quickly. "I want you all to grab any wooden weapons of your choice, but choose carefully because those will be what you use for the rest of your time in this class."
"Uhh, excuse me, sir?" Harry called out, and Brutus waved for him to speak. "Can we know why we are the first ones getting to pick?"
"It's obviously because we are better than the rest of them, Potter," Draco said cockily.
"Yes and no. It's because you kids are the only ones that really have any kind of muscles on you out of this whole damn school. Now, do what I told you," Brutus told them, pointing his cane towards the wall with the racks of wooden weapons.
The Quidditch members went to the wall in their teams. In the Gryffindor group, Fred said, "We got ourselves a Yankee professor. This is going to be very interesting if he doesn't turn out to be a Death Eater or a fraud."
"Come on, Fred, does he look like a fraud to you? I mean, he's the second tallest cunt in this whole castle after Hagrid," George said, scanning the weapons. "Plus, the Americans don't like the Death Eaters at all, to the point where if a Death Eater is seen in America, they would be killed on sight with no mercy, or arrested if they are lucky, due to them being too similar to what the American Muggles called the KKK and the Nazis from World War II."
"Really?" Harry asked, not knowing what happened outside the United Kingdom's magical world.
"Oh yeah, mate. MACUSA, or the Magical Congress of the United States of America, is very strict with how wizards can interact with Muggles, or 'No-Maj' as they call them, due to the Salem Witch Trials. You'd learn that if you took American Magical History, but as I was saying, MACUSA believes that the Ministry of Magic are nothing but cowards for not really doing anything about the Death Eaters and You-Know-Who," Fred said as he and his brother both picked up wooden maces.
"If I remember correctly, in America, you need a wand permit too, which is pretty weird but it does make sense a little bit," Oliver said, grabbing a wooden shield and a wooden longsword.
"A shield and sword?" Angelina asked, grabbing a wooden naginata and testing how it felt in her hands.
"Yeah, mate, it feels good holding them, plus I can take a beating because of the Bludgers, with how mean those little fuckers are."
"Oi, Harry, what are you going to be using?" Katie asked, holding two wooden scimitars.
"Oh, I think I'm going to be using a shortsword because I can move quickly with it," Harry said, grabbing a wooden shortsword and testing the feeling in his hand.
"Hopefully the professor doesn't make us fight him. What are the odds of that happening?" Alicia asked, holding a dagger in each hand.
"Oh, now you've done it."
"What?"
"Well, Alicia, you see the world kind of hates our boy Harry here, so now that will happen to us because you jinxed us," George said, swinging his mace.
"Doubt that would ever actually happen to us."
"Five galleons if that happens."
"Deal."
"My luck is only worth five galleons?" Harry asked.
"Yes," they both said at the same time.
"Face it, Harry, your luck is piss-poor," Katie said, and he flipped them off, making everyone laugh.
"You cunts are always taking the piss out of me," Harry said, rolling his eyes. He looked over at the Slytherin group to see what weapons they picked. He saw that almost all of them had heavy weapons, except for Draco, who had a rapier.
"If you kids are done, come back to me now," Brutus said, and they went to him with their weapons. Then he asked, "Now, which teams want to fight me first?"
"Fucking hell..." Alicia muttered, putting five galleons into George's hand, who was smiling smugly.
"Excuse me, our epic professor?" Fred said, raising his hand to get Brutus's attention. Brutus pointed his cane at Fred so he could ask his question. "Can we know why we are going against you?"
"Because I wish to test you all in your combat ability, and the best way to do that is by battling you myself," Brutus answered.
"Uhh, what about the other students, our epic professor?"
"I will not be testing them due to their bodies not really being strong enough to fight or practice fighting," Brutus said. "But don't think that means you are somehow better than them, because from the looks of things right now, you barely even know how to hold the weapons you have."
"We want to go first, Professor," Draco said, pushing forward with the Slytherin Quidditch team, who looked just as cocky.
"You have one minute to come up with a battle plan, and those not in the Slytherin Quidditch team, join the others now," Brutus said, leaning on his cane. Harry got a good look at it for the first time. It looked like it was made of hardened oak with what Harry thought were runes of some kind, and the grip was made of reptile hide.
After a minute, all the Slytherin Quidditch team got into position around him, and Brutus said, "I want you to come at me with the intent to maim me, and don't worry about hurting me because none of you will even land a hit." That made the Slytherins mad.
"Bloody hell, our professor must be mad to take on seven people at once!" Sean said, eyeing the courtyard.
The first to attack was Miles, with two hook-bladed swords. Once he was close, he raised the swords and brought them down in an X, but they got caught on each other. Brutus shook his head in disappointment, then stepped to the left, out of Miles's range. Brutus struck Miles on the back of his right knee with the tip of the cane, causing Miles to lose his balance, and Brutus gently kicked him, knocking him to the ground.
"If you chose that weapon because it looks cool, then I am disappointed, so go join the rest of the students on the sidelines," Brutus said. As he was talking, Derrick and Bole came from behind him to attack his back with their axes, assuming that Brutus was not paying attention. He moved the cane behind him to block both axes and said, "Now that was a good plan, using Miles to distract me so you could attack me from behind, yet there are a few flaws in it, like how common that plan is and how loud your movements are." He added pressure, forcing Derrick and Bole's axes back, then dropped to the ground, kicking Miles away from him, Derrick, and Bole. He then used the cane to swipe them off the floor, causing them to fall hard.
"A few pointers for you two: one of you should have aimed for my lower body, and the other for my upper body. Instead of coming from behind me, you should have come from the side, one from my left and the other from my right. Then it would be difficult to dodge because I wouldn't be able to move back or forward to dodge either," Brutus told them while picking up Miles and dusting him off. Then he waved the three students to the sidelines.
Then, three other Slytherin members rushed to Brutus, abandoning any plan they had, moving with no teamwork. They started to attack, but they were on the floor in a matter of seconds and sent off to the sidelines too.
"Now you are the last one standing, so I am not going for a quick takedown and will let you show off a little bit," Brutus said to Draco.
Draco was quiet as he slowly approached Brutus, who raised his eyebrow at Draco's footwork because Draco had decent footwork for someone his age. It might be due to his being from a noble family, so Brutus assumed that Draco had some dueling practice.
Once Draco was close, he lunged at Brutus, aiming for his liver with his wooden rapier. Draco's form was kind of sloppy and messy, but there was a form that could be trained nicely.
Brutus used his cane to guide the tip of the rapier away from his liver, then lightly tapped Draco on his right shoulder, the same one holding the rapier, causing Draco to wince. Draco then tried to slam his foot down onto Brutus's foot.
But that plan did not work at all because Brutus caught on quickly. He went to tap Draco in the hip, and when Draco got hit, he lunged the rapier tip straight to Brutus's neck. All Brutus did was tilt his head to the left to dodge the attack.
"That was a really good attempt at a counter-attack for a newbie, but the attack itself was sloppy, messy, and very disparate. With how close you are to me like this and how the attack failed, if I were an enemy that wanted to kill you, then you would be on the floor bleeding to death because I could stab you in the stomach." As Brutus spoke, he made an example by acting like he had a knife and faking stabbing Draco in the stomach and dragging it across to show what could have happened. Then he said, "Go join the others."
After Brutus dealt with the Slytherins, he dealt with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and now Gryffindor was the only team left to get beaten by their professor.
All of the Gryffindor Quidditch team surrounded Brutus, not looking confident at all due to how easily he dealt with the other teams.
Fred and George rushed Brutus, Fred taunting him with a low stance for the mace. Once they were close, they swung, with Fred aiming for Brutus's chest and George aiming for the back of his legs.
Brutus smirked at their decent teamwork and their plan, then raised the cane to block George's mace with the tip and then raised his hand to stop Fred's mace with only his fingers.
"Now that was a good pl-" Brutus was cut off as Oliver tried to bash into him from the side with his shield, yet Brutus only raised his leg and put his foot on the shield to stop Oliver.
"You two move now!" Oliver barked to Fred and George, who backed away quickly.
"Oh my..." Brutus said as his ring glowed lightly and his cane switched to a wooden bastard sword. Then he said, "I got myself a knight in front of me," and pushed Oliver away by his shield.
"Aye, Professor, I bloody feel like one at the moment," Oliver replied.
"Oh, I hope so, and I also hope that you can fight like one because starting now, I will not play on the defenses anymore."
With that, Brutus rushed Oliver and began to bash into his shield non-stop, forcing Oliver to crouch down with the shield covering his body.
"NOW!" Oliver barked, and all of the Gryffindor Quidditch team rushed Brutus.
Brutus took a slight deep breath, then kicked Oliver's shield, sending him flying a few feet away. Brutus turned around, and all the plans the Gryffindor Quidditch team had went down the drain as the twins were the first two after Oliver on the floor.
Everyone in the courtyard froze because none of them could see the attack that Brutus just did on the twins.
Harry was the first to shake off the shock. He tried to jab the shortsword into Brutus's hips, or at least attempted to, but he got hit in the chest by Brutus's foot and knocked to the ground.
"Now kiddos, just a word of advice: when you are met against an enemy that is faster than you are, then you have to outsmart them or use their speed against them. How you do that depends on your enemy," Brutus said to everyone.
"Anyways, back to work." Once that was said, he attacked the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team only in places that were covered by their clothing.
"All those who went against me were good for first-timers for your age," Brutus said. Then he told the students, "I want all of you on the courtyard floor, sitting down now, so I can explain how this class will go in more detail!"
A full minute later, all the students were sitting down on the floor around Brutus, and he began to explain, "In this class, you will be in combat and spar properly against either me or each other, so you can get real practice. Also, as Miss Hermione asked earlier about if you are going to get books, you will be getting those, but it depends on two things: what weapons you pick and the fighting style that I pick for each of you to learn. Any questions?"
A few hands went up at different speeds, but Brutus picked the first, which was Hermione. "May I ask why you would be picking our fighting styles but not our weapons?"
"Because you kids would not really be using a weapon in combat if you get your wand out of your hand, so that is why I will allow you to pick it. But the reason why I will not allow you kids to pick your own fighting styles is because some people will pick a style because it looks cool and not because it matches their body type or personality. Also, you will be using these lessons in real events that you lose your wand."
"Would the courtyard only be open on Fridays, sir?" A student asked.
"No, the courtyard will be open all days at all hours no matter what, but my office, on the other hand, will not because I do have a life outside of this school with a wife and husband that I love very much, but I will be in my office during school hours."
The students started to talk among each other at the last part, mostly the husband part. Brutus said, "Yes, I said wife and husband. Now the rest of you go pick your weapons!"
And all the students that had not picked a weapon ran to do so.
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[AN: Hello goblins, it your favorite Hispanic daddy here and I am alive just I am in Puerto Rico right now visiting some family also I am in San German right now, and the reason I am telling you is because I doubt any of y'all live here.
Brutus is not afraid on beating on kids at all and this is just the start to him beating kids for the love of the game.
Also he is a soldier and not a hero at all so if you ever when to a world that have the heros things then he will be dropping villains without a second thought at all also he is not really the hero type at all but he will save kids lives without a though because he knows that they are the future so they need to be raise rights and with a firm hand.
Also which world should he go to first:
Jurassic Park (Not book version because that island get bomb in the end of the book):
Cyberpunk Edgerunners:
JKK:
MHA:
Mr.A farm:
Others that you can comment:
Anyways, I love y'all a little bit]