Chapter 386
Under the night.
The Gothic-style building of Hogwarts, like a huge ghost castle full of horror legends, occupies the end of the stone bridge.
The cold night breeze blew across the bridge.
Roll up fallen leaves, just like the floating Nether Soul.
The janitor Argus Filch, holding a dim oil lamp, stood in front of the school.
Appears in the distance, fuzzy silhouette.
His tight nerves trembled.
Hold the lantern in front of you, trying to see the other end of the bridge clearly with the light of this struggling on whilst at death's door.
Now the entire magic world is discussing the return of the Black Demon King.
In this context.
Even if the demon prostrating on the ground tonight, suddenly took the Death Eaters to attack Hogwarts, it is not surprising at all.
As long as Dumbledore dies, no one in the entire magical world will be able to counter his mighty power.
Under the faint rays of light.
Finally.
He could see the appearance of the visitor clearly.
The iconic black windbreaker, the scarlet dots of blue smoke, and...
After changing his harsh attitude towards the students, Filch hurriedly put on a smiling face , Greeted him, and said in his hoarse voice, "Mr. Cole Walker, the students are almost here."
"Got it."
Go over in front of him.
The wind behind him has a faint smell of blood.
Filch’s flattering smile froze on his face, and he dared not say a word, and followed Cole closely with his lantern.
At the same time.
In the restaurant.
Dumbledore is making an opening speech to inform students of the changes in teachers this year.
Professor Hagrid is temporarily leaving his post, and the class on the protection of magical animals is handed over to the returned Professor Grapland.
Professor Dolores Umbridge is in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
What happened after that, like the plot of the movie, the old pink witch, who seemed to be polite, interrupted Dumbledore’s speech unreasonably.
Then start some eccentric speech.
Maybe Cornelius Fudge gave her a task.
Maybe it is the high level Vice-section Head of the Ministry of Magic, who has always been arrogant and rude, and likes to use power to suppress others.
To be more precise, the Principal of Hogwarts, in front of her, is not a great character at all.
I heard Umbridge’s eccentric voice again.
He is even a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in their new semester.
Harry seemed weird and nervous, so he told Hermione about her work for Fudge.
Then.
The smartest and most diligent witch in the trio, the future Minister of Magic, keenly aware that Dumbledore and Hogwarts may have fallen into a very dangerous politics. In the struggle.
The huge restaurant was quiet, and Umbridge chattered endlessly.
To convey to the students one after another the Ministry of Magic’s future education reforms at Hogwarts.
This time.
The sound of footsteps coming from outside the door seemed particularly abrupt.
All the students, including the professors, turned their eyes to the door.
Standing in front of the podium, Umbridge, who is smiling more and more, is ready to use this student who dared to be late on the first day of the new semester. .
Finally.
A strange man, who has endured the hardships of a long journey, appeared outside the restaurant.
It is difficult for the students to describe how they felt when they saw the stranger.
His eyes follow his footsteps closely.
The hem of the long windbreaker swings gently and rhythmically.
He held a cigarette in his hand that shouldn't have been at Hogwarts.
His vicissitudes, but especially dangerous, handsome face, cold and unkind.
Even.
A handful of two or three hobbyists in westerns inexplicably associate him with the image of an incapable madman.
The trio after seeing Cole appear.
Harry was naturally overjoyed and wanted to stand up to say hello, but because it was a public place, he had to give up.
Hermione frowned, covered her eyes with her right hand, lowered her head, and said in surprise with a voice that only she could hear, "How could it be him..."
Ron Holding a half-eaten long loaf in his hand, chewing a lot, but it feels a little strange.
As for the professors at Hogwarts.
Especially Umbridge and Snape.
After seeing Cole's particularly disgusting face, the former is not smiling, while the latter's chin is slightly raised and his eyes narrowed.
Until Cole passed the seats of Snape and Minerva and sat in the seat reserved for him by Dumbledore.
In the eyes of young students.
Being stared at by so many people, even if it is out of courtesy, at least you have to explain your origins, or what was delayed.
But this guy...
The eyes of the people with different expressions, not only did not make him feel embarrassed, but felt that it was right.
So I care.
Arrogant, rude, arrogant, rude...
Such adjectives are placed on the students’ first impression of Cole.
Minerva's eyes widened, she looked at Cole sitting in the chair next to her in shock, and first glanced at Dumbledore as if she wanted some information.
Then the right hand quietly took out the wand, smiled awkwardly and politely at Cole, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Cole Walker?"
Cole glanced at her, White smoke wafted from the corner of his mouth, frowned, and pressed out the burnt cigarettes on the table.
No response.
Dumbledore glared at Umbridge, the old cunning wizard neither fast nor slow said to the audience, "You may be a little strange to him, but since this semester, Cole ·Mr. Walker will serve as an assistant in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts."
Then he said to Umbridge, "I hope you can get along well in the days after, Professor."
Obviously.
The witch knew that this was a trick Dumbledore used to fight the Ministry of Magic, but it was clearly beyond her expectation to be able to invite the Death Eater hunter that cannot afford to offend the great god.
If it is someone else, with her power in the Ministry, she only needs to use some small means. Within three days, this unfathomable mystery assistant in the Dark Arts Defense class will have to pack her bags and get out of her at her own expense.
But...
The muscles in the corners of the eyes twitch unnaturally.
Because of the face of the high level Vice-section Head of the Ministry of Magic.
Some Umbridge, who could not get off to Taiwan, took the lead.
When the students noticed that the atmosphere was a little different, they all looked at the stage intently
The witch folded her hands in front of her and turned around, as if the superior was reprimanding her subordinates , Said with a slight smile, "Mr. Cole Walker, please forgive me, what important thing is it to make you late on such a serious occasion?
And after entering the restaurant, behave The same is true... unsightly.
Don’t you know that this is a school to educate children?"
Talking.
As if provoking, in front of many students and professors, she declared to Cole as a professor.
Tell a arrogant teaching assistant.
In Hogwarts, who is the most powerful owner.
The cigarette butt that was crushed on the table was floated by her magic control, and then transformed into a fly, which was painfully turned into ashes in the flames.
Seeing the fire medicinal smell getting thicker and thicker.
Minerva, who began to panic, got up to stop.
Dumbledore motioned with his eyes, warning her never to get involved in this matter, so as not to get involved in huge trouble.