Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 441 You don't need to call me Mr. Norton, Professor
Professor Norton's class was a great success.

Compared to Umbridge's purely reading-based classes that didn't teach them any defensive magic, Professor Norton's practical class, which not only taught them how to break spells but also didn't assign any homework, was like heaven and hell.

"I really hope he can continue teaching us."

When get out of class ended, Dean told Cohen,

"It's easy and you can learn a lot—can you have your dad teach for a few more years?"

“If you want to curse him to death, just say so,” Cohen said sullenly. “Everyone knows there’s a curse in this course.”

Edward should be preparing for his campaign to become Minister of Magic, not returning to Hogwarts as a former professor.

"Ah, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant—" Dean hurriedly explained in a panic, "I—"

“It’s okay, I understand, because I had that thought for a moment too.” Cohen stared at Edward, who was cleaning up the white mice and seemed to be walking towards him.

There's no time to lose; we must leave the battlefield immediately before he gives us one last public display of "loving concern."

But it was too late—Edward immediately abandoned the mice when he realized Cohen was planning to escape, and rushed towards the back row.

"Cohen, do you have classes this afternoon?" Edward asked, grabbing Cohen who was already at the back door.

“There’s an astronomy class,” Cohen said immediately.

“Don’t talk nonsense, astronomy class is at night.” Edward said with a face full of black lines. “Remember to drink milk. You didn’t touch a drop of milk in the whole class. Harry, you guys go first. Cohen, come with me later.”

Harry and the others gave Cohen a very strange look, as if they were watching with amusement, before leaving together.

Having been caught, Cohen had no choice but to stay in the empty classroom and wait for Edward to finish dealing with the mice.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Edward asked, puzzled. "I thought you would be happy if I came to teach."

“I wasn’t hiding from you, Professor Norton,” Cohen said dryly.

“There’s no need to call me Professor Norton or Mr. Norton in private.” Edward pursed his lips.

“You don’t need to call me Mr. Norton, Professor Norton,” Cohen said.

"Are you going to keep changing names like this all day? I remember you used to really enjoy it when you were little." Edward sighed. "Sigh, now that you're older, you've become so moody—"

“How am I moody? I’m always angry!” Cohen retorted. “The day you go to a nursing home, I’ll often bring milk to your neighborhood and hand you a bottle in front of all the old men and women, so they’ll all smile and say to you, ‘Oh, Edward, your son loves you so much!’”

"So that's why?" Edward chuckled, then immediately composed himself.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Stop pretending—I saw you smile!” Cohen said. “How insidious! I’ll write to Mom and tell her—”

“Hey, no, no, no—” Edward immediately stopped him, “Don’t tell your mom—we won’t do it like this anymore, okay… I just think it’s quite fun to play like this, your grandma used to do it too.”

"As expected, evil genes are passed down through generations," Cohen muttered.

"Alright, alright, let's talk about something serious," Edward said. "We'll discuss it in detail in the restroom later."

“You look like a perverted Brit trying to sexually harass students,” Cohen said.

“I’m British, so where are the unspoken rules?” Edward playfully tapped Cohen on the head. “Just tell me that my coming to Hogwarts is necessary. Where did you learn all this nonsense…” “Why go to the toilet when you have an office?” Cohen said.

“That’s because the office wasn’t fully inspected,” Edward said. “There might still be some of Fudge’s spies inside.”
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Before long, Cohen and Edward occupied a toilet in the second-floor corridor of Hogwarts and locked the door.

"The atmosphere has become really weird," Cohen said.

"Don't interrupt." Edward's expression turned serious. "Did you do what happened to Dolores Umbridge?"

"You've become one of the Ministry of Magic's people?" Cohen's eyes widened.

“You can’t just swap someone’s soul into another body because you hate them.” Edward said sternly, as if he knew something, in a tone that sounded like he was disciplining a child. “Cohen, what I’ve always been worried about is…”

“She used the Cruciatus Curse and the Avada Kedavra on me first,” Cohen said, rubbing his head.

"Was her death tragic?"

Edward immediately changed his attitude.

“I suspected something was amiss when your mother told me about this—no wonder…”

“If dying as a sow transformed from a human in a herd of boars in heat is considered tragic, then this must be truly tragic,” Cohen said. “You didn’t suddenly decide to come to work just to ask me this, did you? The Earl could at least verbally relay it to you—”

“Of course not, I wrote to Dumbledore because I was concerned about your life at school,” Edward said matter-of-factly.

"Be normal," Cohen said, rubbing his forehead.

Instead of believing that Edward would come to Hogwarts at 8 a.m. every day because of this, it's better to believe that he would voluntarily become Minister for Magic.

“Alright, I was just so bored at home that I decided to open a Dungeons & Dragons club at Hogwarts,” Edward said regretfully. “Now that Dobby has taken over the housework, I can’t just stay home watching TV all day, can I? Of course, I’m not saying the Fidelity Charm is bad—with it, the Ministry of Magic can’t bother us anymore…”

“I knew it… but you just can’t bring those kids home, it’s not like you can’t go out,” Cohen asked. “It’s not that bad…”

“All the kids I was close to have gone to college this year,” Edward sighed. “The kids I don’t know well have their own little cliques, and an old guy like me can’t fit in…”

“He’s having a midlife crisis,” Cohen commented.

“Dumbledore can’t possibly teach you this too, can he?” Edward said, pursing his lips.

“I am a person in a bottle, born with all sorts of knowledge—that’s what Nicolas Flamel said,” Cohen said matter-of-factly.

Edward breathed a sigh of relief after learning that Cohen hadn't murdered someone simply because he disliked them.

Cohen breathed a sigh of relief after learning that Edward had come to be a professor with the aim of ruining Dumbledore's school's college acceptance rate.

"So, do you want to be my shill?" Edward asked expectantly. "I'll mention the club thing to your class after next period, and you can be the first one to join..."

"Do not--"

Cohen initially wanted to refuse, as doing so would definitely lead to another awkward situation, but in the end, seeing Edward's very expectant eyes, he agreed.

(End of this chapter)