Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [97]
“Oh excellent!” he said happily. “Just making sure, you know. Have to make plans to get this thing to work. Should be exciting!” Professor Flitwick walked away, skipping every other step.
“Wow, he’s really excited about the club,” said Harry, turning back to Ron and Hermione.
“Well, he was dueling champion at his time, I bet he wants to show off his skill again,” said Ron, finally finishing his breakfast. Just then, the ten minute warning bell rang, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off for their classes.
Compared to their adventure the last weekend, classes were downright dull. The only class that came close to the excitement they had was Care of Magical Creatures. Their dragons had grown considerably over the last week, and were now the size of large dogs. Harry’s Hungarian Horntail dragged him off the ground several times, and Hermione’s Transylvanian Three-Headed Terror was chaotic. Each of its three heads was constantly biting and snipping at the others, trying to eat it off. It finally took a stunning spell from Hermione to stop them.
Ron’s African Abysmall, however, was the most boring of all the dragons there. It was about two feet shorter than any other dragon there, and at least twice as wide. It reminded Harry of a dragon version of the old Dudley. All it did was sleep the entire class.
“Come on!” yelled Ron, poking his dragon with a stick. “Wake up!”
“Wow Weasley, I guess the theory that the animals picks the wizard is true. A pathetic beast for a pathetic boy.”
“Shut up Malfoy,” said Harry, using his usual comeback for Malfoy’s taunts. Malfoy had Crabbe and Goyle next to him, and what looked like another bodyguard, his Hungarian Horntail. Malfoy’s dragon was the biggest of all of the student’s. It stood erect rather than on all fours, and its red and black body was extremely muscular. It’s fangs were so large, when it closed its mouth, they still poked out. The s tail looked like a pitchfork, only much sharper. Malfoy was stroking it’s spiky back, getting a small puncture in his hand every now and then.
“Of course, my dragon here is proof as well,” he snickered.
The bell for the next class rang, and Harry held back Ron as he was about to throw himself on Malfoy.
“Some day, some day I’ll get him!” said Ron, holding himself back.
“Save your anger for the Dueling Club, Ron,” said Harry. “You can get him then.”
The rest of the day went by quickly, and before Harry knew it, it was time for his Animagus lessons. Since Harry had the wings down perfectly, Professor McGonagall decided it was time to work on transforming the rest of his body. By then end of his lessons, Harry could transform his arms, and part of his mane. Hermione could transform the top of her head into the horn, and Ron was able to get a tail, and he had changing the color of his skin to match his surroundings down pretty well.
Immediately after the lesson, Ron and Harry ran to the Quidditch field to squeeze in their practice. Since they were in first place, and their next game wasn’t until before summer vacation, their practices weren’t as important as they used to be. After throwing a few Quaffles around, and catching some Snitches, the team called it a night, and Harry headed to the Great Hall for his meeting with Cho.
For the most part of their meeting, it was Cho who was teaching Harry. She showed him hexes and spells he’d never heard of. She showed him the Maherius Hex that made the victim feel as though he was being stabbed in the location the spell hit; she showed him the Kano Micro curse that shrunk someone to the size of a mouse, and a really neat spell, the Apendo Keros spell; it allowed the user to control the temperature of an area. The only spell that Harry taught Cho was the Disarming Spell, and he was surprised she hadn’t known about it.
“I thought it was a basic spell,” said Harry after Cho told him she didn’t know it. “Wouldn’t you have learned it in Defense Against the Dark Arts?”
“Did you learn it in that class?” she asked.