Hi guys! Sorry for the really late update, really sorry. So I tried to make this chapter quite Long, hope you'll enjoy! And I'll do the quiz next time!

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Mrs Dodds was this little maths teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our maths teacher had a nervous breakdown.

"Sounds like Snape to me," Fred whispered to George, and George nodded. "Always giving us the evil eye, doesn't he," George whispered, loud enough for it to carry all around the room.

Snape sent a glare their way, and they both whispered, "There it goes again. That evil eye." To achieve a few people laughing.

From her first day, Mrs Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, 'Now, honey,' real sweet, and I knew I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.

"A MONTH!" Fred gasped and stared at Snape.

"Dear Mrs. Dodds, a month is to much!" Fred cried.

"Fred, that's not Dodds—that's Snape!" George shouted, and the small room filled with laughter.

"Sorry, I got them mixed up," Fred muttered, not looking sorry at all.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old maths workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs Dodds was human. He looked at me real serious and said, 'You're absolutely right.'

The small room had a few people laughing nervously, but the laughter died out soon.

"That is a really funny joke," Ron said, his eyes not smiling at all.

"What if it's not?" Hermione asked in a small voice.

"Must be, Hermione, right Professor?" Harry asked Dumbledore.

Snape snickered as Dumbledore gestured at the book, and Harry, Fred, George and Ron chanted, "You must read to find out!"

Mr Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered somethign about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, 'Will you shut up?'

"One hi-five for Percy!" The twins whooped, as Hermione blushed when she read, 'the naked guy on the stele'.

It came out louder than I meant to.

"Uh oh..." Ron grimaced as Harry frowned. "Can't back you with that, Percy." The twins chuckled.

The whole group laughed. Mr Brunner stopped his story.

"That must be really embarrassing," Harry remembered their second year when Snape has caught Ron and himself talking about him being fired, or worse, drowned in his own cauldron.

'Mr Jackson,' he said, 'did you have a comment?'

My face was totally red. I said, 'No, sir.'

This led to a whole new fresh laughter, and Fred said, "Yes, Yes, the exact thing to say! Deny what happened, and stupid Teachers might not go on with you.". "Though," George said, "I don't think that Brunner guy is stupid."

"Language!" Mrs Weasley shouted at the twins.

Mr Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. 'Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?'

"Typical Teachers," George sighed, "and their typical questions to see if the student was paying attention". He glanced at Snape who was smirking at the twins both.

I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognised it. 'That's Kronos eating his kids, right?'

'Yes,' Mr Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. 'And he did this because...'

'Well...' I racked my brain to remember. 'Kronos was the king god, and—'

'God?' Mr Brunner asked.

'Titan,' I corrected myself. 'And he didn't trust his kids, who were gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—'

"Eeew!" Hermione and Ginny cried, as Mrs Weasley looked horrified. "He would eat his own children? He would EAT his own CHILDREN? HE WOULD EAT HIS OWN CHILDREN?".

"Mum, we heard, you alright?" Ron shouted over his mother's shrill cries of 'He would eat his own children'.

The boys weren't doing so good to contain their own 'eeews' inside. The twins were feigning throwing up, and Snape looked quite pale as well. Harry had to bit his tongue to control his 'Eeew!'

'Eeew!' Said one of the girls behind me.

"Just like our little Ginny," Fred snickered, "Who just said Eeew!"

'—and so there was this big fight with the gods and the Titans,' I continued, 'and the gods won.'

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, 'Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, "Please explain why Kronos are his kids".'

'And why, Mr Jackson,' Brunner asked, 'to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?'

"BUSTED!" The twins and Ron sang, and Ginny clapped her hands and cheered as Harry grinned.

'Busted,' Grover muttered.

Ron blushed as the small group of people laughed, but the twins grinned widely.

'Shut up,' Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.

"Like Ickleronniekins right now," The twins sang, and it was true. Currently, Ron's ears were bright red, even brighter than his flaming red hair.

At least Nancy got in trouble, too. Mr Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

I thought about his question, and shrugged. 'I don't know, sir.'

'I see.' Mr Brunner looked disappointed. 'Well, half credit, Mr Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixtures of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his over five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their Father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs Dodds, would you lead us back outside?'