Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 440 "Little Cohen, your dad loves you so much!"

After Dumbledore introduced the new Professor Norton, a round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience—because Edward looked much better than that old woman.

He looks harmless to humans and animals.

"Does Dumbledore think I would attack every Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Cohen didn't even go to talk to Edward after finishing his meal, but hurriedly left the Great Hall with Harry and the others.

"So you're admitting you attacked Umbridge now?" Hermione said helplessly.

“Actually, I think it’s quite good that Mr. Norton is teaching us,” Harry said. “He’s a very nice person—”

“He has a class this afternoon!” Ron said. “Cohen, what do you think of your dad’s abilities? For example, has he ever taught you any techniques for dealing with dark wizards or anything like that…”

“I don’t know what magic he knows, but you better hope he doesn’t drag you students into playing Dungeons & Dragons,” Cohen said. “I dare say Hogwarts’ OWL pass rate is about to drop to an all-time low.”

“He shouldn’t be that indifferent to teaching matters,” Hermione said, skeptical of Cohen’s statement. “After all, you have to take exams too. Shouldn’t he be more concerned about his students getting good grades?”

"Sigh." Cohen sighed heavily.

Dumbledore said he would "temporarily assume this position," and considering that Dumbledore didn't even include him and Rose in the Order of the Phoenix, it suggests that Edward was just bored and wanted to take on the job part-time, perhaps even to spy on his son's studies at school.

Extremely vicious.

This directly resulted in Cohen, who usually takes a nap, being unable to sleep at noon today, because he couldn't guess what the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon would be like.

At 1:30 p.m., they arrived at the entrance to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Cohen didn't see Edward; he was probably renovating the office—after all, it used to be Umbridge's, and that sickeningly pink cat-themed style was definitely a bit unsettling.

"You're even sitting at the very back in this class?" Harry looked at Cohen, who was walking straight to the far corner of the classroom, with some surprise.

"Stop messing around, I don't want to embarrass myself in public." Cohen immediately refused when Harry tried to pull him to sit in the front row. "I've never been so eager to skip class—I should have asked Fred and the others for something to fake being sick..."

Quick-acting skipping-class candy doesn't work on me, but those cosmetic items that fake nosebleeds can still be applied to my face...

Harry couldn't argue with Cohen, but he didn't want to sit alone (because Hermione and Ron had already moved to the third row), so he had to squeeze in with Cohen to the last row of the classroom on the right.

Harry really couldn't understand why Cohen was hiding from his father like that.

However, he quickly came to understand.

As soon as the school bell rang, Edward walked up to the podium carrying a cage of white mice in his left hand and a bottle of milk in his right.

Cohen lay down and pretended to be asleep, trying to avoid Edward's attention.

Unfortunately, this tactic didn't work very well—Edward accurately located Cohen, who was sitting in the far corner. After placing the cage of chattering white mice on the podium, he walked towards Cohen with the bottle of milk in front of everyone in the classroom.

“Here, Cohen, your mother asked me to bring you some milk.” Edward not only placed the milk on Cohen’s desk but also reached out to “wake him up.” “Remember to finish it after class—Hogwarts doesn’t provide this, no wonder you haven’t gained weight…”

"..." Cohen covered his face, not wanting to face what was about to happen. Edward turned and went back to the podium.

The thing Cohen least wanted to see still happened.

Dean, sitting in the front row, turned to Cohen with a grin and whispered:

"Cohen, your dad loves you so much..."

“I know now—pfft—” Harry patted Cohen on the shoulder, barely managing to keep a straight face.

"Shut up, all of you," Cohen said in a muffled voice. "I'm going to start calling him Professor Norton."

Revenge, this is blatant revenge!
This "Professor Norton" must have brought milk to the whole class during class because he didn't ask "Why did you become a professor at Hogwarts?" after lunch.

"Hello, we should have met at lunchtime." Professor Norton clapped his hands, drawing the students' attention back. "As Dumbledore said, I will be temporarily serving as your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the next semester or two..."

Perhaps because he often hosts events at Dungeons & Dragons clubs, he gets into the zone very quickly.

With Cohen, rumored to be an "evil half-Dementor," serving as a deterrent, no one dared to misbehave in the class of this "evil half-Dementor's" father.

After all, rumors may be false, but Cohen is real, and he really did steal candy from most students in the past. Just a few days ago, he confronted Umbridge in public and escaped unscathed.

"From what I understand, you've already learned how to fight most dark magic creatures and some dangerous dark magic spells. So, all that's left to meet the OWL's requirements is learning various curse-breaking spells and a final round of filling in the gaps in your knowledge," Professor Norton said very seriously. "This semester, I will teach you some curse-breaking spells in turn, as well as a defensive spell that can counter these malicious spells—the Ironclad Charm. However, this spell is not within the fifth-year curriculum, so please learn it as much as you can. If you don't learn it perfectly, that's okay; consider it as building a foundation..."

Hermione raised her hand.

“Hmm?” Harry asked in surprise, then whispered to Cohen, “Mr. Norton makes a good point—what is Hermione up to?”

“I don’t know, I’m thinking about the possibility of getting 10,000 points for Gryffindor from him,” Cohen said.

"Isn't 10,000 points a bit too outrageous..." Harry said, his face full of black lines.

“Miss Granger?” Professor Norton asked.

"Do we need to order some textbooks?" Hermione asked. "The previous textbook is clearly not suitable for the current curriculum..."

“No need. Why would you need a textbook to learn how to break a spell? Once you learn it, you know it.” Professor Norton waved his hand. “You just need to take some notes. Now, let’s get down to business. In this class, I’m going to teach you how to break the Tongue-Blocking Curse and the Eye-Blocking Curse. These two curses are commonly used in wizarding ambushes and have a very direct impact on combat. Think about it, if a wizard suddenly goes blind or can’t chant a spell, wouldn’t they suddenly be at a disadvantage? And if they happen to not know how to cast spells silently…”

After explaining the requirements, he told the students to take out their wands and get ready—

Next, he will give each group of students a white mouse. One person will chant a spell to the white mouse, and the other person will chant the counter-spell to the white mouse according to the method he taught them. They will take turns doing this once.

“It’s quite interesting.” Harry tried with great interest to cast the antidote on the white mouse whose throat was locked by Cohen and couldn’t make a sound.

“Yes, yes.” Cohen had thought of a pen name for his pen pal and wrote “Butter Unicorn” on a piece of paper.

(End of this chapter)