Adventures in teaching
"Okay class," said 25 year old Professor Hermione Granger as she stood in front of her Basic potions class (they divided the potions course into to classes and Snape taught the advanced class.) "The next project we're going to work on is the healing draft #104 that's in chapter two of you textbook." There was a rustling of pages as the students turned the entry,
"Alright," she continued, "pair off into teams and began." Just as they were about to begin they all heard the sound of a motorcycle in the hallway. They all rushed to the door just in time to see Professor Potter come barreling down the Hallway on his flying motorcycle wearing black leather from head to toe and sunglasses. He came to a swerving stop right in front of Hermione.
"Hey baby, what's happening?" said in a low husky voice, earning a chorus of giggles and snickers from Hermiones class, "care to join me for a little spin," he added waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Harry," she said trying not to blush, "will you please act like you have some decency and stop trying to proposition me!"
"That's not what you said in the broom closet last night." Said Harry giving her a wicked grin.
"HARRY!" she hollered turning bright red. Before she could say anything else professor Snape came stomping up.
"POTTER!" he snapped.
"Well, look everybody," said Harry gesturing toward Snape, "it's the constipation that walks."
"I am not in the mood for your juvenile quips," growled Snape now kindly shut off that motorcycle so I can resume teaching my class."
Harry climbed off the motorbike.
"Take 5," he said and the motorbike took off toward the doorway by it's self.
"ARRRRRGH," yelped Snape as the motorbike ran oven his foot.
"Now there's a sight that you don't see too often," said Harry as he watched Snape hopping on one foot while holding the other, "Snape doing the Flamingo dance."
Snape glared at Harry as he limped back to his own classroom. After snickering a few seconds longer Harry turned and walked into the DADA classroom which was full to brim as it had been since it had been announced that Harry had accepted the position of DADA professor.
"Hey professor," said one of his students, "Where's professor Weasley your assistant?"
"Glad you asked," said Harry, "he turned and pick up the hat that was laying there on the table and waved his hand over it.
"Zimmany, zammany, zang, zimmany, zammany, zock one to three," Harry reached to hat and pulled Ron up by the scuff of the neck, "And what's cooking doc!" they finished in unison. Harry then pulled Ron the rest of the way out of the hat, to the applause of the class. Ron bow in every direction including with his back to the audience.
"Thank, You, thank you," he said, "I'll be signing autographs after the show," the classroom erupted in laughter again.
"Now," said Harry on to more serious matters we are going to start to day with some reflex test drills with the smooth stone spheres."
"Why professor?" asked one of the students in the front row.
"Permit me to demonstrate," said Harry he grabbed Ron by the scuff on the neck again, "now you need to have your reflexes trained so that if say some gets thrown against the wall like this," he shoved Ron toward the wall, "you'll be fast enough to stop them before they hit it." Ron however made a big show of hitting the wall and acting like he hit it harder than he did." He stumbled back to Harry with his hands rubbing his face.
"My face," he said, "My face," then he looked at Harry glaring playfully, "You want to spoil my looks?"
"Impossible," retorted Harry, "Never mind you face and get the spheres."
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Snape paced angrily in front of Dumbledore's desk; actually it was a cross between a pace and a limp.
"We can't let this go on," he snapped, "Potter's and Weasley's teaching methods are unorthodox. One minute it's important concepts the next they're acting like the muggle three stooges."
"However, Severus," said Dumbledore, "his DADA students routinely make the highest marks in the school."
"I won't let this go because of some high marks!" snapped Snape, "this isn't over!"
"Severus," said Dumbledore, "is there something wrong with your foot you're limping?"
"Potter's Flying two wheeler ran over my foot." Muttered Snape who then spun on his heal and strode from the room failing to her Dumbledore' suppressed snicker.
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