Ron Weasley: A Noble's Ascension

When Ron exited the Room of Requirements he was filled with excitement. After going through countless books about the Dark Arts, Curses, and Myths he found the answer to his biggest problem.

"* According to every book about the founders of Hogwarts and their Treasures, the Diadem grants the wearer boundless Wisdom. With it's magical powers many of my other plans can finally move forward, and I finally have a way to uncurse it while retaining it's Magical Properties. *"

*Sigh*

"* Although I did find an ancient Potion Recipe that should be able to break that Psycho's Curse, it's ingredients are insane most of them are extremely rare and some I'm sure have already gone extinct. Luckily for me four of them can be acquired here, but how the hell am I going to get my hands on a Phoenix Tear!?*"

Walking down the seventh floor corridor Ron desperately tried to figure out how he could acquire a Phoenix Tear. To his knowledge in all of Britain the only known Phoenix was Fawkes, and the only other one he'd heard about was the mascot for a Quidditch Team.

"* Could I get one through the Black Market? That could be a possibility but how much would it cost me, there's also the chance to be given fake goods... Wait! My Vaults! Of course why hadn't I thought about them before!? They are both old and powerful Magical Families, with the Black Family being one of the Oldest in the world. Surely they'll have some or maybe a different rare Ingredient that I can use as a substitute!*"

"* I doubt the old man will grant me a leave of absence from Classes after our conversation, and the end of the fall term isn't until mid December. That's too far away and I'm in need of the ingredients as fast as possible, so I guess I'll have to find a way out of here.*"

*Sigh*

"* Meanwhile I'll get the Unicorn Blood and the Acromantula Poison Sack, maybe I'll even drop in while Voldy having dinner. I'd love to get in some shots while he's still weak and attached to that annoying Quirrell.*"

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Ron found all of his classes annoying, they were too easy for him, the teachers were incompetent and he'd rather be researching on ways to substitute Phoenix Tears.

There were some exceptions such as Charms and Potions, the first since he really liked Prof. Flitwick while the latter because he genuinely enjoyed the subject.

Some he found bearable which were, Transfiguration, Herbology, and Flying.Then came the ones he absolutely detested, History of Magic, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The last one was the one he was headed to, the class taught by a possessed moron. If not for the deal he'd made with the headmaster Ron had decided earlier to blatantly skip his class in protest of the teachers inadequate teaching methods.

Sadly he couldn't do so for now, but that didn't stop him from showing up half a hour late.

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*Click*

Unsurprising when Ron stepped inside the classroom he could almost feel the Dark Magic that was basically oozing from the back of the stuttering Quirrell.

"* It smells awful, he's not qualified for the position and the man can't tell a lie to save his life how did they never suspect him...?*"

" R-R-R-Ronald wh-wh-wh-where were you?"

" Apologies Professor, one of my friends suffered an unfortunate accident and was taken to the Hospital Wing. I went to check on him and got lost on my way back, I do apologise for my late arrival."

Not able to see past his Fox like grin, Prof. Quirrell told him to take a seat which he did between Daphne and Hermione.

" Ron, where did you actually go?"

Daphne leaned over to Ron and whispered.

" I really did go to the Hospital Wing, do you remember Neville? He fell from his broom during flying class, so I went to check up on him."

Ron quietly answered back, but when the note taking Hermione heard she unexpectedly shouted out her worry.

" What!?"

" M-m-m-Ms. Granger, I-i-I is something the matter?"

" No I'm sorry Professor... "

"* I've really have to do something about her social skills. Otherwise she'll keep attracting unwanted attention to herself and by correlation me.*"

This being one of the classes he detested to attend Ron payed little to no attention to whatever the Quirrell was talking about. He did open his book to simulate that he was reading but in reality he was going over his plan for the afternoon.

His actions didn't go unnoticed by the possessed Professor since he caught a glimpse of him glancing at him every now and then. Ron acted oblivious to it's stares which only made them more frequent and only ended when the class ended.

As he stood up and was heading to the door with Daphne and Hermione, they were stopped by the sound of a stuttering voice.

" R-R-R-Ronald co-co-could yo-yo-you please st-st-stay for a-a-a minute please?"

"* Oh, what's this...? *"

" I only have a few minutes Professor... "

" It-it-it won't take lo-lo-long."

" Alright."

" Um, it's-it's-it's... "

Noticing kept Quirrell glanced over at his two companions, Ron knew he wanted it to be a private conversation.

" Could you two go ahead of me? I'll catch up with you two when I'm done here."

" Okay, Bye Professor Quirrell."

" Don't take to long, we have Charms next."

" Yeah, don't think it'll take too long."

Both girls said their goodbyes and exited the classroom leaving Ron with the undercover Dark Lord. When the door was finally closed Ron turned to face Quirrell who's complexion became much paler and his eyes shined with a dark glint.

" We're alone now, so what did you want to talk to me about about Professor?"

Not answering right away the normally nervous Professor was actually calm and pensive as he faced Ron's Fox like facade. The sutle calmness didn't last long as Ron knew that when Daphne and Hermione left and he faced his "Professor", the latter used Legilimency on him.

"* Really now... I'd be afraid if that Psycho hiding under your turban was the one trying to peek inside my head but you? You're not on my level... *"

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