Harry Potter and The Academy of Heroes.

Chapter 6

Harry Potter and The Academy of Heroes - Chapter 6

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The week after the exam found Harry in one of the combat gyms. Fire, wood, and stone were littering the floor all around him. The training mannequins he's been using were of his own creations. The earlier models were rough and barely humanoid, but by now his conjuration reached the point where the faces were resembling humans. Some were even specific people. One could argue that some of those heads had too much rat in them, but Harry honestly didn't care about that. He wanted to blow things up.

Aizawa was attracted there by some very loud explosions. He definitely didn't try to find a good hiding spot from Nedzu and the apprentice from hell. Not at all. When he saw that it was the resident Wizard of U.A., he initially wanted to leave him alone too, but something was off. As a teacher, Eraser knew that today the entrance exam scores were revealed and students received their notices. Since there was no way Potter didn't get in, wasn't the kid supposed to be celebrating?

Shouta's dad's instincts took over and made him approach the hurricane of destruction. Just to be safe, he canceled the boy's quirk when he got close enough to feel the heat. That caused Harry to pause and look around.

"You okay?"

"I guess," Harry mumbled.

"Could you at least fix the room before you go off to sulk somewhere else? Cementos will be angry at the added work."

"Too tired." The young wizard managed before conjuring a sofa for himself in the middle of the carnage. Consequently, he collapsed onto the furniture. His skin was burnt in some places and there was an unhealthy pale to his face. A clear case of quirk overuse. A mild one, but still visible.

Aizawa plopped onto the couch next to the tired boy. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I... Why am I here?"

"I assume you walked." The hero deadpanned.

"In U.A. I mean. What is so bloody great about me that, apparently, I warrant some special treatment. I didn't even do anything and I get top scores." Harry angrily handed the teacher a crumbled piece of paper. The official invitation to U.A., along with exam results. Potter Harry was written right next to #1.

Aizawa didn't talk immediately. Contrary to some of the U.A.'s faculty, he actually had teaching credentials and was trained to work with youth. "How exactly didn't you do anything? I've seen the recording of the practical part and your scores in the written part were also in the first decile."

"Because I had almost a whole year headstart. I already lived in U.A. before that."

Aizawa sighed. He sometimes forgot Potter was from Europe, from Brittain, and approached him like someone local. "Look, kiddo, back in your old land, quirks were a stigma, right?" Harry nodded. "It's kinda opposite here. For some time now, the quirks are defining traits for everyone. Kids having 'heroic' quirks are often revered by their peers, while those with weak quirks are disregarded. Parents and teachers often encourage those children to practice more and work harder than others to get into U.A. or another hero school. If anything, you were at a disadvantage with only a single year of training. Granted, it was with professional teachers, but it doesn't differ so much from hiring tutors, which is also very common."

"Like I wouldn't actually get in. Midoriya babbled that there were always only four recommended students each year, not six. Nedzu altered the whole procedure to make sure I get in. They even added dorms just because I needed a safe stay."

Aizawa didn't speak immediately. He could see where the kid was coming from. Having worked with him for the past several months, Eraser wanted to think he actually got to know Potter. That, combined with some stories that Snape told him in the past and after moving to Japan, he knew that Potter hated his fame. His favorite sport was quidditch, mostly because it was actually something he believed he earned.