Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 416 Little Frick
Ginny and Ron, each sulking, sat on opposite sides of the far diagonal, refusing to look at each other.

The others didn't want to get involved in the siblings' affairs, but fortunately, Luna brought the conversation back to the summer vacation and the new professor at Hogwarts, preventing the carriage from becoming too cold.

But Ginny still refused to say a word to Ron, and wouldn't even look at him.

"Who will take over after Professor Moody resigns?" Neville's round face was full of confusion. "I mean... everyone knows this position is cursed..."

“A warrior from the Ministry of Magic,” Cohen said. “Everyone knows the current bad relationship between the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, so it’s very likely that Fudge’s lover has been sent.”

"Pfft, hahahahaha—" Luna laughed exaggeratedly, her whole body shaking with laughter, like a clump of bushes infiltrated by a squirrel, "Fudge's...lover—hahahahaha!"

But they soon understood why Luna was laughing like that.

She had been clutching a copy of The Quibbler's Digest for a while, and this third edition of The Quibbler's Digest was about "the untold secret between Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and the goblins."

This article reveals Fudge's secret identity as the "Fairy Slayer," and is accompanied by an illustration of Fudge choking a fairy.

Furthermore, in this article, Mr. Lovegood also wrote about "why the goblins were still able to continue running Gringotts." He revealed a secret affair between Fudge and a voluptuous female goblin, and it was because of the existence of this female goblin that Fudge's bloodlust for goblins was greatly reduced after he became Minister of Magic.

“I’m quite willing to believe this is a true report,” Cohen commented after borrowing the magazine and reading the article. “Fudge’s aesthetic sense might really be like this.”

“This female goblin looks like a pink toad,” Harry said, leaning closer to look at the drawing.

“Who doesn’t love a pink toad?” Ron said, suppressing a laugh. “Just imagine, Fudge would find a fairy in a pink dress, covered in boils, every day and say to her in his room, ‘Quickly praise me as the most accomplished Minister of Magic in history!’”
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As evening approached, they could finally see Hogwarts in the distance.

As darkness fell, the train slowed down, and the students on board began to get noisy, each hurriedly packing their luggage and pets.

Cohen and Hermione had to go out to maintain order, so they left the box first.

"Ooi, the hat should be on your head, not your butt," Cohen criticized a freshman. "You have no manners."

“I remember you did the same thing when you first enrolled,” Hermione chuckled.

“So now I can criticize them,” Cohen said with glee. “That’s what Professor McGonagall criticized me for—and you! You blondie, don’t you dare kiss the girls.”

"This is my sister!" the blond boy retorted. "And I didn't kiss her, she kissed me!"

“Orthopedics would be even more serious,” Cohen said. “Watch out, or I’ll get off the bus and take you to Azkaban.”

"Sigh..." Hermione sighed and turned to the other side—it seemed like two freshmen were fighting over there.

By the time the train came to a complete stop, Cohen had caught two people arguing, four people fighting, and three new students trying to jump off the train to grab their Hogwarts spots early.

“You’re all so unruly, I’m definitely going to teach you a lesson when you come to Gryffindor,” Cohen said menacingly to a group of children. “I’ll feed you all to the Dementors.”

"What is a Dementor?" the blond-haired boy who had forcefully kissed his sister asked curiously.

"A black cloaked monster! It eats people!" another boy in the group said in terror.

“Don’t be silly, Frick. Dementors eat happiness and souls, my dad told me that,” a bespectacled boy explained to the terrified Frick.

“Frick?” Cohen frowned. That name sounded familiar.

He sounds like a dying old man...

Wait a moment——

Flick!
Cohen remembered: Frick, the retired priest who led the snake-loving TV group in the Greek temple.

"What's your name?" Cohen asked the little Frick.

“G, Godfrey, Godfrey Frick.” Little Frick, unsure of what Cohen was going to do, timidly gave his name.

"Do you have a grandfather who just came to England from Greece this summer?" Cohen asked.

“Hmm…how did you know?” Little Frick asked.

“I met him when I was traveling in Greece, and he was a very nice guy,” Cohen said. “You can mention that you met Cohen next time you write home.”

Now we can keep track of when we'll take the old water snake to the banquet.

After getting off the bus, the prefect was responsible for leading the students to find the rowing teacher—a position that used to be held by Hagrid, but Hagrid didn't seem to have returned from France yet, so they encountered a new teacher they had never seen before.

She was a witch with a prominent chin and meticulously trimmed hair.

“You are…” Hermione frowned.

"Your new professor for the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, just call me Professor Glapland," Professor Glapland said briefly.

"First-year students! Please line up here! All first-year students, follow me!"

After the new students were taken away by Professor Glapland, Cohen and Hermione finally had time to look for a carriage that hadn't been occupied yet.

Harry and the others waited for Cohen and Hermione by a Thestral carriage.

"Who's that teacher?" Harry asked Cohen and Hermione quickly. "Hagrid hasn't returned from France yet—he wouldn't have settled there, would he...?"

“No, he must have something important to do in France.” Hermione thought of the day Dumbledore didn’t stay for dinner because he was “going to France.” It seemed that Hagrid’s mission in France hadn’t gone smoothly. “That teacher was Professor Grappleland. She taught us the class on protecting magical creatures while Hagrid was away.”

“Don’t lick my hand—I’m loosening the reins for you.” Cohen slapped away the Thestral that reached for his hand.

After boarding, the carriage creaked and groaned along the road, the shadow of Hogwarts Castle drawing ever closer, the towering towers appearing even darker in the darkness—but every now and then some lights would come on, perhaps the house-elves doing the final cleaning for the students' arrival.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts Castle, they followed the crowd into the entrance hall, across the stone-paved floor, and into the brightly lit Great Hall.

At a glance, one can see the milky white ghosts floating by, and the professors sitting in a row on the faculty bench.

“Look, that new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!” Lavender Brown, who was behind them, said, pointing in a direction.

(End of this chapter)