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"Oh no. Not this time. We are failing the students AGAIN!"
"What do you mean Minerva?" Septima asked her.
"Those circumstances were impossible to foresee." Albus stated. He did not want the rest of the staff to discover what they had found out before the start of the school year.
"Either you tell them, or I will." Minerva snapped.
The Transfiguration Mistress turned to her colleagues. "We had several students pass their OWLs and withdraw. There were different reasons given...including rape."
There were multiple inhalations of surprise.
"Surely you are mistaken Minerva." A clearly shaken Professor Sinistra asked in a quiet voice."
"No." She replied shaking her head sadly. "When the girl asked for help from a classmate, she was told that since the boy was from a Noble House and that as she was a Muggleborn, nothing would be done about it.
"Impossible to foresee?" Morpheus shook his head. "You sir are a great politician because you actually believe what is coming out of your mouth.
"I do not appreciate your tone Mr. LaVaunt." Albus warned.
Morpheus gave a slight bow of his head. "I apologize Headmaster. I was out of line." The Headmaster gained some of the twinkle back after that statement of remorse. "But the fact remains it is the truth. I’d like to give you some examples if I may?"
The Transfiguration Mistress nodded her head in assent. "As you all know my sister can be...intense."
"That is an understatement." Professor Sprout muttered, and Professor LaVaunt laughed.
"She is passionate about educating and protecting magical children. So, imagine her surprise when she found out that the children of this school did not know that the first British woman to become a billionaire was a witch. Nor did they know that there are squibs in the highest level of the non magical government. And ...
"But that’s not possible." Professor Burbage spoke in a breathless tone.
"Oh yes, it is. Severus can you tell me who Alicia Simpson is?"
Severus raised a brow at him. He knew Severus hated to be the center of attention. "She is a highly sought after Potions Mistress. She has made many alterations to the common ailments potions such as headache and pepper up potions. She specializes in healing potions for those who have creature blood. And I am presuming...
Severus’ smug look of satisfaction at the looks on his colleague’s faces was priceless.
"Some of the best beast handlers in the States are Parmaj born."
"Parmaj?" Professor Vector questioned.
"Squib is a derogatory term that went out of fashion ages ago. Parmaj is short for partially magical. If you use the term muggle, people will look at you in disgust. A common term is Nomaj. Or non magical. Muggleborn are commonly referred to as First Gen, or First Generations. Some refer to them as New Bloods, but ther...
He didn’t want to hurt the woman’s feelings, but she needed a hard dose of the truth. "Tell me Charity. How do muggles get from one continent to the next?"
"They have aeroplanes." She answered promptly.
"How long does it take them to go from say London to New York?" He asked. Already knowing that she didn’t know the answer.
"Um. A day I suppose." She answered unsure of herself.
Morpheus shook his head. "No. The average is eight hours give or take. If they took the Concord, it’s even less time. Usually less than half that time."
"Now that might seem long to us because we have portkeys and international floo travel, which I hate by the way; too much spinning." Morpheus rubbed his abdomen thinking of the last time he took an international floo. The other professors gave him sympathetic looks. "But think on this. Before international flights were...
Morpheus took a seat next to Severus and sighed. "I’m telling you this because Carmen asked me to. She doesn’t think that she can keep her temper under control when it comes to the safety and education of the children."
"A wise precaution." Filius murmured. "While we are all here. The first night she came, you were going into some detail about the differences in your and your sister’s education versus ours. "Would you care to elaborate? It is the topic at hand after all."
"Bookworm." Severus muttered.
"Dungeon bat." Filius said right back. The other professors chuckled lightly.
Professor LaVaunt laughed as he called for Caille.
"Would you please get me the learning materials that..."
With a snap of her fingers a stack of books appeared in front of him. "You’re the best luv."
She shrugged. "I know." And she disappeared.
Morpheus passed around a book for each professor that coincided with their discipline. All except for Umbridge. She made some excuse about why she couldn’t be at the meeting.
"When I first took the position here, I was shocked that formal magical education didn’t start until eleven years old."
"It has been agreed upon by all countries that the age of eleven is when the core is stable enough to help control the magic of a child." Albus stated plainly.
"While that may be true in some fashion, it doesn’t mean that certain aspects of magic can’t be taught with theory alone. Take a moment to look at the workbooks in front of you."
After about ten minutes Professor Vector exclaimed. "Why don’t we have something like this Albus? Do you know how much time this could save in class work? A basic working knowledge of Arithmancy! Before Hogwarts!"
"Loathe though I am to agree with anyone named LaVaunt..." Morpheus flipped him off under the table, and Severus sent one back without stopping his response. "Though it is rudimentary, it is quite useful for starting students off with the basic knowledge needed for potions. Why on earth you stopped me from teaching bas...
The other professors agreed with him.
"To my next point, and Professor Burbage please don’t take this the wrong way because I respect the position that you are in. But. Why are you teaching non magical achievements from over forty years ago?"
Charity Burbage blinked "I beg your pardon?"
Morpheus raised a brow. "Tell me what you know of telephones, satellites, email? Of cable television. What do you know of the latest technological advances of the twentieth century? What do you know of the weapons that non magicals have that can wipe out entire cities? How would a magic raised child find their way home...
He sighed. "You could bind my magic right now and I would have no problem adapting."
"But how would you survive?!" The Herbology professor looked horrified.
"Binding someone’s magic does not kill them, it simply doesn’t allow them to access their core. And while I would miss it terribly, I would be fine. My sister and I were raised in a magical household. But in our home country the International Statute of Secrecy is drilled into us from an early age. With that being said...
He reached out a hand and placed it on Charity’s. "I did not mean to upset you. Truly I didn’t, but I wanted to give everyone a feeling of what has my sister so upset."
He sighed as he stood to pace. "She had so many hopes coming here. Not just to see me, but to see the jewel that was Hogwarts that was in our studies. She remembers stories about your full music programme. Did you know that Marlin Korack is still used today to help teach magical children how to learn to play an instrum...
"No." The Deputy Headmistress answered. But then she paused. "Yes. When I was a student here, there seemed to be more classes...I believe."
Morpheus nodded. "You are correct Ma’am. Not just more classes though. More teachers." He looked at the staff. "How would you feel if you had a Mastery in your field and just over saw the department? With a staff of your choosing? And apprentices who were students who shined in the field to help you do the paperwork. T...
"That’s not possible." Minerva turned to Albus. "You said that there was no gold to..."
"It’s been difficult Minerva, but I did what was needed for..."
Professor McGonagall stood with her wand pointed at the Headmaster. "If you utter the words "The greater good’, I will Transfigure your beard into a cactus!"
The Headmaster stood and exploded. "But it was for the greater good!" Everyone but Minerva, Severus, and Morpheus were cowed by his aura. Albus took a deep breath and sat down. "The money must be overseen by the goblins themselves."
"I am still not seeing a problem Headmaster." Septima asked nervously.
"From what I understand from research, the time of the founders was quite different. Werewolves, goblins, centaurs, elves and other creatures all lived in peace. They all walked freely among each other. Goblins had storefronts in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley. Vampires were great potioneers and arithmancers. Some actually...
Albus let out a deep sigh after he sat and sipped his tea.
"The peace didn’t last long after the last of the Founders died is what I have been told. The short of it is, if I even attempt to let the goblins interfere with the running of Hogwarts, there may not be a Hogwarts left. The wizarding world would never accept Goblin control over school funds."
There was the sound of slow clapping from the doorway. "That was good I’ll give you credit. No wonder you’ve been given so many prestigious positions. I hope your version of the truth helps you sleep at night. You forget. I have all the secrets of the castle at my fingertips." Carmen sneered at Albus. "But just so you ...
"How much?" Minerva asked glaring at the Headmaster.
Carmen smiled as she watched Dumbledore lose his twinkle. "Twenty million galleons, four hundred and seventy thousand sickles, two hundred and twenty two knuts. The founders of this school believed that the goblins were the best at making money and gave them permission to grow the funds as they saw fit. Under a vow of ...
Carmen turned to Professor Sinistra. "I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why have you never just charmed the ceiling in the great hall to show the night sky instead of having eleven year old children stay up late at night? It used to be the practice at Hogwarts. Or so I’ve been told."
"As for the statement about Muggleborns or what I call first generation witches or wizards it’s only plain to see why they left."
"What do you mean?" Asked Professor Sprout.
Carmen sighed and rubbed her temples. "Look that’s not what I’m here for. I came to show you how messed up your ward scheme is. I thought that this process should be somewhat transparent. Mind you I won’t show you everything, but you should know what you face should you...we are invaded." She had the staff walk with he...
The staff stepped into a room that could only be described as a receiving room.
"At this time, I will inform you that this room is sealed. Magic is about to be sucked out back into the school. This door will not open until it has happened. It’s what most magicals around the world call a magic null room." They all heard loud hissing or the sound of a lot of air blowing. "The sound that you are hear...
After the hissing stopped, the second door opened. "Welcome to the Hogwarts command center."
"This here." She ushered them over to a large map of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts.
"Is a map of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. It gives me real time information as needed. It is powered by house elf magic." She sat down at the table and began her work.
"You were able to use muggle technology in the Great Hall. Why is this room needed?" Septima asked.
"That phone was designed to work with magic instead of around it. The makers are working out the kinks, but they are getting much closer. I feel that I should point out that many schools of magic have separate buildings from the main school that keep up to date with modern technology. I don’t have to tell you that keep...
As she was setting things up, she called for Caille.
"What now woman? I do have a life you know." Caille said as she walked in.
"And you know you love me. Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing Miss Lady."
"Don’t judge me. I still have the pictures from..."
Carmen slapped a hand on her mouth. "Never mind evil elf. Now you gonna help or yap?"
Caille raised a brow, then looked down at Carmen’s hand over her mouth. Carmen released it slowly, while looking at her friend curiously. "Give me a hand with showing them the three D model of the ward scheme."
"On it boss. On channel...two it would seem. Has the best connection." Everyone watched as the little being put something over her large ears and connected part of it to her waist. Carmen did the same, with a different version meant for her, that was encased in a magic null shield that was powered by elf magic. Just as...
"That little...right to work we go. The system that she was using was surrounded by elf magic, which tends to work better than human magic around electronics." Carmen sighed. "Give me link on zone one."
There was a moment of silence and then Caille came through. "Zone one aye."
The rest of the staff watched as part of a...something began to form.
"Putting you on speaker shorty. Give me link to zone two." Another something began to merge with the other one that was apparently zone one.
"I told you how I felt about being called shorty. Maybe I could tell everyone how you like...oh damn! Hit the Acromantula!"
Carmen screamed and stood. "CAILLE! REPORT!" Silence. "REPORT REPORT!"
After what felt like forever. "I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with." Her voice was a little bit raspy, but she knew she could continue. "You do know that this is extra hazard pay right?"
Carmen breathed a sigh of relief. "I’ll pay double my friend as long as you’re ok."
"What happened?" The headmaster asked.
Carmen turned a stare so cold to the Headmaster that he flinched. "My best friend nearly fucking died from the big ass spiders you kept in the forest!"
"Calm yourself woman. We got work to do. Now call it up." Caille called out.
Miss LaVaunt calmed herself and went back to her keyboard. "Give me link to zone three." She waited for another tragedy while continuing with her work.
"Zone three is a go." Caille rasped.
"Give me link to zone four."
"Zone four done. Grid operative." Caille wheezed.
"Good. Now get your ass back here!" She turned to the room. "Everyone out now!" As all of the witches and wizards left the room, Carmen sealed it off behind her.
Morpheus wasted no time. "Healer Kes! We need you!"
An older elf wearing what Severus recognized as a white lab coat and medical scrubs appeared and looked around for her patient. "Morpheus LaVaunt. What have you and your sister been into now?" She tapped her little foot with impatience, while her hands were on her hips.
Just then a battered elf appeared in the arms of Carmen. She was alive, but barely.