Wizard and Deat Reaper: Hogwarts
Chapter 16's

Although the atmosphere was still bad after Toushiro left, coupled with the announcement of Education Decree Number Twenty-Four which was still the subject of discussion, Ichigo saw the expression of Kisuke Urahara was the opposite. If he does not know the nature that is truly anomalous for almost all elements, then he will be very very surprised. Cheerfully he stood in front of the podium, after giving a polite bow towards the teachers.

"Well, good morning everyone," he said in a loud, cheerful voice, gaining the attention of all the students in the Great Hall. "Only a small announcement before you start your day. Well, about my lesson, the Japanese Classical Defense Method, it's been going on for a month. I've given you an explanation of his theory. And I would argue, it's time you got real physical training. So," Urahara clapped his hand. Magically, in front of all the disciples appeared a fold of cloth with two colors; white and blue for boys and white and red for girls. "I have prepared it, I have prepared it, with the help of those good-natured house fairies, to make you uniforms for my lessons! So, starting this week, if you get into my class, I want you to wear that uniform. Your school uniform wasn't designed to move around freely, you see."

Harry stared at the new uniform for Urahara class. The model is not familiar to him, but not to Ichigo.

"Like Shinou's uniform, but without the emblem," he murmured softly. But he shrugged."At least it's better than moving in a Hogwarts uniform."

"Hey, Ichigo," said Hermione quietly, looking at her uniform anxiously. "Are you sure about this?"

"What?"

"The Urahara-sensei plan to teach us defense-"

"Of course it is" Ichigo said.

"But Umbridge…"

Ichigo. "Urahara-san is not afraid of Dumbridge or the Ministry, if that's what you're afraid of, Hermione. He knows what he's doing. Just look at it later."

"But you know Umbridge. And Urahara-sensei seems overconfident…"

"If not so it's not Kisuke Urahara's name. By the way we should get ready now if not be late to Binns class…"

Toushiro was already in the Magic History class, sitting quietly like a statue in his usual place, on a bench by the window, two benches from the teacher's desk. He could have been mistaken for sleeping if his fingers were tapping slowly on the table in a soft sound. Harry saw his facial expression as cold as ever, without the excessive emotional tendency that made him leave the Hall before. Ichigo immediately took a seat in an empty chair beside Toushiro and invited him to a conversation. Harry had no idea what they were talking about because he, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in the back row.

That day Professor Binns continued the material about the giant war which was very boring. Almost all students lose their focus on listening and taking notes, let alone just listening. Some have even fallen asleep. Harry who drew the original pictures with his parchment saw only Toushiro who was still 'little' and taking notes; Ichigo beside him yawned widely while shuffling his gray hair until it was getting messy so he was bored. Harry daydreamed for a moment until he suddenly felt something poke his ribs hard. He looked up angrily at the culprit, Hermione.

"What?"

Hermione pointed at the window, making Harry follow her direction. Hedwig the owl alighted on the narrow window sill, staring at her through the thick windowpanes, a letter bound at her feet. Harry only realized it; another owl delivered letters to the students at breakfast, why did Hedwig just show up now?

And now many of his friends are pointing at Hedwig. The attention of the whole class was no longer on the monotonous description of Binns who seemed unaware that the more deserted he listened to his lectures.

Harry quietly got up from his chair, ducked down, and rushed to the window; pulled up his latch and opened the window almost silently.

He was a little surprised because Hedwig jumped in and was sad. He slowly lifted the owl and closed the window, then returned to his seat. Harry intended to take the letter at Hedwig's feet, when he realized something was wrong. Hedwig's feathers collapsed, some even bending in the wrong direction; her wings were limp.

"He's hurt!" whispered Harry worried. Hermione and Ron looked down at Hedwig. "See – something's wrong with her wings…"

Hedwig trembled as Harry touched her wings; she jumped small and her feathers grew restless, her big yellow eyes looking at Harry as if to blame.

"Potters." Harry was almost shocked to hear Toushiro's voice. He didn't realize Toushiro was already beside him; the little guy's quick movements still shocked him. "Why is your owl?"

"That's it.." Harry was a little confused; he didn't expect Toushiro to talk to him. But this is not the time for personal ego. "See this.Hedwig's feathers are strange…"

Toushiro lowered his head, observing Hedwig's wings. He slowly lifted the owl from Harry's hand into his lap. With a gentle gesture he touched the limp wings, examining them carefully; Hedwig was in a sad mood again.

"The wings are broken" whispered Toushiro. "It looks like someone attacked him. I detected an odd flow of energy on him, possibly being attacked by a spell."

"What?!" harry whispered a little loudly, surprised.

"Can I take care of it." Toushiro placed his hand on Hedwig's broken wing. Harry watched anxiously as a pale white glow covered Hedwig's wings; many disciples left their attention to Binns altogether.

Harry watched Hedwig's wings slowly return to their original shape. A few minutes later, Toushiro withdrew his hand, the healing was done. He stroked the head of Hedwig, who flapped his wings slowly.

"That's great," said Toushiro quietly. "But he can't fly far for a few days until he recovers properly. It's better that he stays in the Owl Cage for some time, take him there after this lesson."

"Thank you" said Harry solemnly.

Toushiro nodded and stood up. For a glance, his eyes were directed at the letter at Hedwig's feet as the snow-white owl was full of gratitude while pecking Toushiro's hands affectionately, a sign of gratitude. Toushiro returns Hedwig to Harry's hand.

"Be careful, Potter. Communications to and from Hogwarts may be supervised."

Harry looked at Toushiro in shock. The white-haired youth only nodded once before darting back to his seat. Harry took the letter tied to Hedwig's feet, and opened it, finding six words in Sirius Black's handwriting.

Today, same time, same place.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione rush to the Owl Cage to escort Hedwig after Binns's lesson is over. The three discuss the possibility of leaking a letter from Sirius and whether anyone knows what the letter means and who the sender is in the eyes of others. They wondered who had attacked Hedwig. Considering this possibility also made them anxious. None of the three of them knew how to send a warning to Sirius without warning it was intercepted as well.

By the time they arrived at the basement for the Potions class, all the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin were already there. Draco Malfoy is telling his arrogant story that the Slytherin Quidditch team was given permission to remain by Umbridge.

"I asked him this morning" he said out loud. "Automatic anyway. I mean, he knows my dad well. My father would often go in and out of the Ministry, it's interesting to know if Gryffindor was allowed to keep playing, yes."

Harry and Ron looked at Malfoy with tense faces and clenched fists. Meanwhile, almost all of Gryffindor's children stare at Malfoy unhappily; even Ichigo's nagging deepens the omen of dislike and Toushiro's eyes narrow dangerously.

"I mean," said Malfoy spitefully, looking at Harry, Ron, and curiously, Toushiro, arrogantly, "if it's about influence with the Ministry, I don't think they have a chance, they've been looking for years for a reason to fire Arthur Weasley. Yeah, even if you know the government like Hitsugaya, he still won't have hope, mud blood always does… as for Potter, it is only a matter of time until the Ministry sends him to St. Mungo. apparently they have a special ward for those whose brains are messed up because of magic.

Malfoy made a bloon look, his mouth gaping and his eyeballs swirling brazenly. Crabbe and Goyle snore laughing, and Pansy screeched in pleasure.

Suddenly something hit Harry hard on the shoulder, pushing him to the side. Neville had just passed him with a fist aimed at Malfoy's face…

THE PLAQUE!

They all gasped in shock. Unexpectedly, Toushiro Hitsugaya had stood in front of Malfoy, his right hand stretched forward to clutch Neville's fist, preventing him from hitting him on the blonde Slytherin.

"Get aside," said Neville gasping. Toushiro. Just this time he saw no awkwardness or nervousness that usually appears in Neville's eyes. Now his eyes flashed strangely, looking angry, as well as sad. The fist of the round face was rather trembling in Toushiro's hand.

"Take it easy," said Toushiro flatly.

"Say you step aside, Toushiro!" snapping Neville, trying to break away from Toushiro's grip. It was astonishing to Neville because the little body of his friend could withstand his movements. "He needs to be taught a lesson! He insulted you too!"

"Kurosaki," said Toushiro quietly, ignoring Neville who was glued to the spot. In the next instant Neville felt a sturdy hand pull him away from Toushiro; Ichigo.

Neville thrashed, trying to free himself from Ichigo. The orange hair finally let go, receiving delicacies from Neville. Ichigo realized something. He knew Neville didn't accept when Toushiro was insulted by Malfoy, but he knew there was another reason. Reasons he did not know.

"You think Longbottom can hit me?" malfoy sneered at Toushiro's back who was still facing him. To be honest, he was also somewhat astonished how Toushiro could hold Neville in one hand, also furious at Ichigo obeying his words just like that to keep Neville away from him. "The ****** it's nothing-"

"I don't think so," Toushiro glanced at Malfoy, his gaze cold. "I know it is so."

"What?!" Malfoy looked at Toushiro with wrath. "Mudblood is like you-"

"So your mouth, Malfoy!" ron snapped, his ears reddened.

"If being 'mudblood' means not being as arrogant as someone like you, I will choose to be mud blood forever," said Toushiro flatly, his tone unconcerned. "Ah, one more, Malfoy. You were right about me knowing government people. You know, in fact, where I come from. But I was taught not to use the connection for personal gain, because it was much more honorable."

Just then the door of the Potion class opened. Snape stood in the doorway with a cold look, telling them to come in. The children around them were whispering about what had just happened, only to stop when Snape closed the classroom door. As it turned out, Snape was not the only teacher in the cold room. Umbridge was there, ready for her assignment as Great Inquisitor of Hogwarts to inspect Snape's class.

"Oi, Toushiro," Ichigo said slowly, as they began to prepare to continue manufacturing their Strengthening Solution. Ichigo watches Neville sitting next to Hermione, clearly avoiding Toushiro. "There's an estimate of why Neville is so weird?"

"No," said Toushiro in short, reading the instructions of his Potion book. However, once he looked up to watch over Neville, whose round face looked depressed. "It's impossible just because Malfoy mocked me that he did so; before that Malfoy was too often and he wasn't that aggressive."

"Hm.." Ichigo seemed to think.

"Let it go" said Toushiro quietly. "If he wanted to tell a story, he would have told a story. Otherwise, well, that's his right."

Neville said nothing to them. He tried to act as if nothing had happened, even though his attitude was a bit stiff. At the very least, he did not try to try to get away from his two new friends. Neither Ichigo Maupu Toushiro nor did he force her to say the reason Neville intended to attack Malfoy. Reason, sometimes it is a secret that cannot be clearly discussed. Ichigo and Toushiro know about it, considering they also often do not talk about the 'reason' of their actions, the reason they took up arms. Ichigo will say that it is his duty to protect, and Toushiro will say that it has indeed become the duty of a shinigami. Yet all of those phrases are a veil for their care and affection for the things they want to protect. And maybe, Neville 'protect' something else too.

On Monday, Kisuke Urahara promised Japanese Classics Defense students that they would receive practical lessons. No one was happy with the reality given by the eccentric new teacher.The lesson of their practice was, a ten-round run around the Quidditch field!

"What's the point of that?" protest Malfoy beaver. "After telling us to wear this silly uniform, you told us to do Muggle sports? That's right!"

Urahara smiled amusedly behind his fan; Yoruichi in his cat form sat on his shoulder with a calm and lazy wagging tail. He looked at his students wearing kimonos similar to Shinou's uniform.only Ichigo and Toushiro were calm, while the others looked rather uncomfortable, I am not familiar with that dress.

"Ara, Malfoy-san, running is not just a Muggle sport. Running can be a basic activity to know the extent of your physical power and ability as a human being. Running can also trigger the performance of the heart and brain to get better, ne? Anyway, you better not call it a weird uniform. You will also be considered strange if you wear your Hogwarts uniform in Shinou, Malfoy-san. Now, how about you guys stop asking weird questions and just do what I tell you to."

"But... ten!" erang Ron, tugging at his kimono sleeves awkwardly. "Why so much?"

"Urahara-sensei," said Toushiro, making Urahara look at him. "Aren't ten too many for them? This field is too broad."

"Oh, Hitsugaya-san, you usually run fifty rounds in the same distance as this place, ne? It's also you can still run up the five steps of the Soukyoku Hill," Urahara stifled laughter as Yoruichi recounted the events in which Toushiro pursued his escaped lieutenant after accidentally spilling a bottle of sake on top of a one-meter-high parchment pile that Toushiro had just completed. When he heard the story, just imagining it made him laugh and it was hard to stop for an hour

Toushiro frowned in annoyance, while the young witches stared at the whirlwind in shock. Fifty rounds?

"That's different. I also wear shunpo. And they can't…"

"Ehem, ahem."

Their attention was shifted as Umbridge stepped quietly and stood beside Urahara. His toad face looked at the disciples, somewhat dodging as he realized their uniforms.

"Good afternoon, Professor Urahara," said Umbridge sweetly.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," said Urahara cheerfully. "We're just about to start. Well, everybody, I want you to run five rounds! After that give me twenty push-ups, twenty sit-ups! Go, go!"

With many grievances and grunts, especially the Slytherin children, they began to run. Harry sees Umbridge talking to Urahara, who knows what. He won't be able to eavesdrop because he has to run, with his other friends.

Quidditch Square is no stranger to Harrry. Since first grade, he has often been there, to fly over it, circling the stands. However, just this time he was actually on a stretch of grass, instead of hovering high above it. Only this time he could feel the breadth through each step of his running which was accompanied by puffing when he reached two rounds. He sees all his friends as the same. Their faces were flushed and drenched in sweat, their breathing was short, as well as their running steps narrowed even more. Ichigo and Toushiro run the front and the first. Their foot swings were calm and relaxed, not even visible signs of fatigue on their faces. Harry was somewhat astonished that Toushiro was able to balance Ichigo's long steps well.

Ichigo and Toushiro finish their run ahead of the others. Many were envious, including Harry, seeing that the faces of the two did not even sweat. They, after the girls who turned out to be the last of the group ran, finished their rounds, continuing with push-ups. Many have trouble balancing their bodies with just their palms and toes, bending their elbows and defending them to give them the right boost as they lift their bodies flat. In fact, Harry, and a few other students who had gotten into the Quidditch team and had trained physically, had a hard time doing it. Again, only Ichigo and Toushiro managed to do so, even while chatting!

Not sure what he was talking about, Harry did not know because he concentrated on counting the number of push-ups while balancing himself. Every now and then he glanced at the duo of transfer students who looked relaxed, instead they added their own portion of push-ups, push-ups with one hand, twenty times each!

"Kukira," said Umbridge, watching the students who were crunching with great difficulty. "you teach the Japanese Classical Defense Method? It's like a Muggle activity to me."

"Ah, Professor Umbridge, it's precisely because of that 'classic' that I intend to teach them from the base, eh? I've given them his theory, and it's time they experienced for themselves how to train their physiques, prepare themselves."

"Physical training? May I know why you're preparing them?" tanya Umbridge sweet dangerous.

Urahara stumbled on a smile. Umbridge suspected him. "I'm just concerned about how much they're lacking in training their stamina with active movement, training all their motor nerves. You know, if it goes on like this it's not healthy for them."

"That's all?" search Umbridge.

"And defend yourself, of course!" urahara said cheerfully, ignoring Umbridge's dislike expression. "You know, Hogwarts does rely on the use of spells in self-defense, forgetting that in addition to the launch of curses and spells there is something else that can be a powerful weapon, a natural weapon, namely themselves. Well, if the spells were meant to fight other witches, what kind of defense would be used if they were faced with a situation where they could not use magic or were not allowed, either, for example, when they met the evil Muggles. The last time I checked, witches shouldn't use magic on Muggles unless they're life-threatening. Wouldn't it be very dishonorable if witches defeated Muggles in a Muggle way?"

"Ah, yes," smile Umbridge. "I can understand that view.but, is it really necessary? Can it be accounted for?"

"Whether or not it needs to be, whether or not it will depend on the children" Urahara said calmly. "Don't worry, Professor, I not only teach theory and how, I also teach the principle of using force."

Umbridge looked at Urahara with indecisiveness that could not be hidden. This man made her feel an inexplicable peculiarity, something from her that made her insecure. But, he doesn't know what it is. It might be wise to keep an eye on this Japanese…

"So, Professor Urahara, I want to ask you about Shinou Academy…"

For ten minutes, Umbridge asked many questions about Shinou. Urahara explained patiently, giving the same kind of information that was given to the other students who wanted to know about the academy.Ourahara would not, of course, tell them in detail; humans should not know of their existence.

"Shinou is such an interesting place" Umbridge commented, though Urahara knew very well that the meaning of the word was quite the opposite. It is not the opposite that Shinou is unattractive. He knew Umbridge thought Shinou was 'dangerous and suspicious'. "And I caught the impression that Shinou is a military school…"

"It seems so, Professor Umbridge, but we call it the school of our future patrons of the world."

Umbridge frowned, before directing a glance at the students who were foot-splitting, exhausted. He sees Ichigo Kurosaki grinning at his patty friends, while Toushiro Hitsugaya looks rather bored.

"What about those kids?" Umbridge dedicated to Ichigo and Toushiro. The two transfer students quite caught his attention, especially Toushiro Hitsugaya. The boy had a brilliance that he thought rivaled Hermione Granger. He also heard from other teachers about his achievements in the extraordinary lessons. He personally thought that the little guy understood the Magic Defense Theory very well. The boy was also quite polite, he rarely acted and his mischievous record was clean. It was precisely he who donated a lot of numbers to Gryffindor because of his intelligence. However, just like Urahara, there was something on the white hair that made him feel strange. Toushiro Hitsugaya is an intelligent, critical boy. On several occasions he expressed his opinion, to which he disagreed about Umbridge's views on the defense of magic. If so, Umbridge felt as if the boy was testing him, though after being answered he would accept and be silent. What made him uncomfortable was how his two glittering turquoise irises seemed to know everything. But he was treating it very well with his cold attitude. Maturity that no white-haired child should have.

"Kurosaki-san and Hitsugaya-san?" Urahara smiled oddly; so right, Umbridge suspected them. "What can I say, they are among the best students Shinou has. Kurosaki-san is a bit careless and stubborn, but he is hardworking and tenacious. Hitsugaya-san is quiet, but he is a genius in his class. Talented kids.I'm glad they're here to learn something new…"

But for Dolores Umbridge, it was an additional duty for her to keep an eye on them. Someone who is determined or has a brilliant brain is not always a good thing. If they are not careful, they are like pieces that can think for themselves, who attack the king when the king intends to sacrifice them.