Please welcome the Ghost king, Nico di Angelo, at Hogwarts

Chapter 5

Someone please save me. I am dying of boredom, and that is not the way I want to go. I'm at the point where I prefer staring at Hermione's raised hand rather than even spare a glance for this horrible excuse of a book, or this horrible excuse of a toad that calls itself an human. She wants us to answer 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge!' when she greets us! Maniac!!!

I doubt she even really is a Professor. I'm sorry, do you have a degree? Then shut the hell up, Mrs Dumbridge.

The conversation didn't really catch my interest until Harry started arguing with the toad. Seriously Harry, can't you keep yourself out of trouble for more than five minutes? It's time you learn that it's sometimes better to know when to shut the holy hell up!   

I unfortunately had to tune her out when she started talking about half-breed, to contain myself from jumping on her and punch some sense onto that terrible excuse of a brain. Fucking racist bitch.

Sorry, excuse my language. Fucking blood-supremacist bitch.

Apparently this class changes professor every year, because of some kind of curse, and each year they turned out to either be working with Voldemort, be self-absorbed liars, or a werewolf. Well, that sucks.

"And what good's theory going to be in the real world?" Oh, Harry, if you could kindly stop arguing because, yes, you are right, and that does not mean she's going to change her opinions, so please leave this disgusting woman to her ignorance, just, please, please, for me? And to avoid troubles?

"This is school, Mr Potter, not the real world." She's gonna make me sick with this stupid fakely-sweet voice.

"So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting for us out there?"

"There is nothing waiting out there, Mr Potter."

"Oh yeah?" Oh no. His temper is apparently the shortest thing in this classroom, and it is competing with Dumbridge's stupidness.

"Who do you imagine would want to attack children like yourselves?"

Harry, if you want to live, don't say—

"Maybe... Lord Voldemort?" He said it. Dammit Harry, you really just had to say it.

Some people had weird reactions as he said the name, but I remained unfazed. It's a name, for Hades' sake, it's not like he's going to appear just because you say it. Names have power in my world, but I doubt his name can really hold any power until he is feared by all. Then, we'll see.

The toad had stood up, her hands splayed on her desk. She was wearing rings that would give any self-respecting jeweller an abscess.

"You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned form the dead—"

"He wasn't dead, but yes, he's returned!"

I felt like I was repeating myself, but for the love of all that is good in this life, please shut it! We get it, you're an angry teenager that no one understands! Well, get that, life isn't fair! Antagonising people is never going to make any situation better, and you can learn that now or in your grave. I'd know about that.

"Detention, Mr Potter!" I really ought to intervene. No, I decided to intervene. Don't ask me why, I don't get it either.

"Teachers have the right to give detentions for telling the truth? Why didn't anyone tell me?" I asked in a falsely surprised voice. The toad turned to me, speaking in her sickly sweet voice.

"Please, do not interrupt, Mr...?"

"Di Angelo. One, don't tell me what to do, and two, why do you give Harry a detention for telling the truth?"