QUEST WITHOUT HARRY

Chapter 1 : I Accidentally Vaporize My Maths Teacher

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages – if you feel something stirring inside – stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Can you believe me, I am in another muggle school, named Yancy Academy, during my academic period of Hogwarts, oh come on, we have no exams now, no Monster anymore, no Chamber of secrets, and Hermione is back, still Here I am in my personal hell, known as school.

So for now, I am Persephone Jackson, but call Percy Jackson, I prefer Percy, I am twelve, currently a boarding student at Yancy academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yaeh. You could say that.

But I have a secret, please don't tell anyone, I am also happened to be Laia Black, a second student of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I am a witch, Please don't ask why I am at Muggle school, because I don't know. I mean, I can say, it's not complete waste, this is the first time, I get muggle friend, a normal friend, Grover, he was just great. He remains me of my friend from Hogwarts, Neville Longbottom.

Now, our sixth grade class took a field trip to Manhattan, twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teacher on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

I know- it sounds like torture, but I am sure, Hermione would have loved it, she is one of best friend from Hogwarts, who been petrified and recovered recently by my sixteen years gramps, long story, you can call her know-it-all, intelligent friend, one can ask for.

Back to the point, Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

Mr Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armour and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep, please, don't misunderstand me, I won't usually sleep at classes at Hogwarts, if you don't count Lockharts' class, I am actually good student only at Hogwarts, because, it's magic, and I got understandable teachers there, even Snape is friendly compared to my muggle teachers.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble. Boy, was I wrong.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well, you get the idea. The only school that I haven't blown up yet is Hogwarts, it's not like I am not involved in any eventful stuff in Hogwarts.

This trip, I was determined to be good. All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly red-headed kleptomaniac girl, she is literaly worse than Draco Malfoy, another wizard from Hogwarts, but not my friend, more like enemy, she is hitting my best friend, Grover, in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.