After eating breakfast, they head on to their classes. The Nations and Harry's group went to Professor Lupin's class, entering his classroom and taking their seats.

Harry was still curious about Allistor, and hasn't gotten over it.

"So Ron, what do you think?"

"What do I think? I'm bloody confused. I don't know what to think of anymore."

"If you don't know about his existence, then he's surely not a Weasley!" Hermione entered the conversation.

"Where in bloody hell did you come from? You were gone when we entered the room." Ron was really tired of all the surprises. "And are you still at it? Just because he's good-looking?"

"Enough of that. Besides, that Allistor guy is suspicious. I don't like him." Hermione pointed out.

"But using the name 'Weasley'... I wonder why." Harry then remembers something. He turned to see Arthur, who was looking troubled for some reason.

"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione asks.

"Remember that time where a Howler was sent to Arthur? It's from his brother... Allistor, right?"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other.

"Are you implying that Arthur's brother... Is that Slytherin?" Ron whispers.

"I think so- I don't know."

"It's impossible if you ask me. They look nothing alike. From hair color to eye color. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Allistor is a common name too." Hermione stated her opinion.

After Hermione's opinion, the new students came in, taking their seats at the back where tables and chairs are free and available. Everyone goes silent, watching them. Soon, they whispered to each other, taking notes of the newcomers' appearance and houses. They are all Slytherins and Hufflepuffs.

The students were mostly focused on Allistor, the troublemaker. Draco was eyeing him from the front, not sure what to make of him. Friends or enemies?

The Nations on the otherhand were not sure to welcome their fellow Countries into Hogwarts, since they give off a feeling that they're here as enemies and not friends. The Nations avoided eye contact with them, looking at the front or staring their desk.

Scotland grins at the situation. Their presence is causing disorder and chaos.

Just then, Professor Snape came walking into the room, bringing out his wand. All students disciplined themselves and stayed quiet. He closed the windows, making the room dark. Then he closed the door afterwards.

Then he prepares a screening. "Turn to page 394." He says, and all students did what he instructs them to do.

They were confused, why is Professor Snape taking Professor Lupin's class?

"Excuse me sir, where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asks, being the brave soul.

"That's not really your concern, is it Potter? Your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time." He answers. "Turn to page 394."

While Professor Snape was preparing the projector, he sees Ron Weasley lazily and slowly turning the pages. With his wand, he flips the pages of Ron's boom to page 394, surprising the Weasley.

"Werewolves?" He reacted, reading the lesson.

Hermione pointed out that they were learning something else, and had made corrections about the lesson but the professor silenced her. With that, they started the lesson.

"Now, who among you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a Werewolf?" Professor Snape asks as he walks forward.

Hermione immediately shot her hand up in the air, catching England's attention.

What? What was the question? He look around him, hoping to find out by observing the room. He was so busy worrying about his brother behind him that he wasn't paying attention in class.

"No one? How disappointing." Professor Snape ignored Hermione.

Romania, who's England's seat mate, can read the brit's mind through his expression. "Professor Snape was asking the difference of an Animagus and a Werewolf, dummy."

With that, Arthur raised his hands. What he doesn't know, Scotland also raised his hand.

"Yes, of course." It was normal that Hermione and Arthur would raise their hands. They're the brainy ones.

Looking at Allistor, Snape had felt that he had seen the redhead somewhere before. Since the new students had raised his hand, Professor Snape had called him, much to Hermione's disappointment. England on the otherhand was having de ja vu all over the place. England and Scotland had a tight rivalry back in the old days.

"An Animagus is a witch or wizard who can morph themselves into an animal at will. While a werewolf... Has no choice since it's nature doing its work." Scotland answered, like it was basic sorcery.

"And also, once turned into a Werewolf with a full moon, that person can't remember who he is, what he was, and so on. Thus, he can even kill people that he holds precious." Scotland continues.

"And Werewolves responds to the call of his own kind." Hermione added in, not wanting to lose to a transfer student. Her pride couldn't take it.

"Awoooo!" Draco imitated the call of a wolf, laughing with his friends.

"That's the second time that you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know it all." Professor Snape was more or less humiliating Hermione.

"Well, he's got a point there." Ron whispers to Harry.

"Five Points from Gryffindor." Snape deducted points from the Gryffindor house, causing the Gryffindor students to grumble.

"As an antidote to your ignorance and on my desk, by Monday morning... Two rolls of parchment on the Werewolf with particular emphasis on recognizing it." With that announcement of homework, all students grumbled and let out complaining noises.

At that time, Draco flew a flying paper crane and sent it to Harry. The boy ignored it for a moment, facing towards the Professor.

"But sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow." Harry pointed out.

"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb, will not excuse you. Page 394." Professor Snape emphasized, leaning towards Harry. He leaves, to continue the lecture.

Harry then opens the paper crane, finding a moving drawing of himself being struck by lightning in a Quidditch game.

✣✵The Magic Within Me✵✣

After classes, America asked England about Quidditch. He really wanted to join the game since it looked fun. He was flatly rejected by the strong wizard because the american still can't fly properly on his broom even if he had acquired magic.

The Nations continued on, going to their next class, leaving Romania who was taking his sweet time walking in the halls. Whistling a tune, he didn't mind if he was late.

"Hey, Vlad!" A familiar voice called out to him.

Recognizing that tone, accent, and pitch of that voice, he turns around to see Bulgaria.

"Bulgaria, hey." Romania smiled, waiting for the Bulgarian to arrive at his side.

"You're not mad? Or irritated to see me?" Bulgaria asks, tilting his head sideways.

"Why would I?"

"Because... You know..." Bulgaria averted his eyes from the blond, looking somewhere else.

Romania laughs at his friend's expression. "Because you're with Scotty? No, why would I? Besides, since you're here... Things will get really fun. You know, the revival of the old rivalry, the never-ending prank schemes of mine, then you would unleash some mad magic spells. Ah... Memories."

"Then the Quidditch games..." Bulgaria smiles at the thought.

"I almost forgot about that! That was the good stuff... Flying here and there... Good memories indeed. And here you are, denying all offers of Vratsa Vultures in Quidditch. Play for your country!"

"But you know I can't." Bulgaria laughs nervously.

"Because you'll win easily?"

"What? No! It's because I'm hiding from the Wizardry world, like you and the rest. We never age, we're just going to cause ruckus."

Arriving at the entrance to their next class, Romania faces towards Bulgaria with a smile. He lends out his hand, to which the Bulgarian stared at in confusion.

"Let's do our best, and be ourselves. I won't care if we're rivals again. So, no hard feelings 'kay?" Romania clears things out.

Bulgaria laughed at Romania's resolve. "Okay then, no hard feelings."

And they shook hands with broad smiles on their faces.

Deep inside Bulgaria knows that Romania's doing this so that he won't feel guilty siding with Scotland and going against England. But it was nice to see that Romania didn't feel threatened when Bulgaria called out to him.