The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Another year's opening ceremony has begun.

There are only a few new students this year, and it can be seen that most of them are from the Muggle world.

Professor McGonagall, now the headmaster, still stood at the front, holding the list and the Sorting Hat.

The golden chair behind the podium remained empty.

After the sorting of the houses, Professor McGonagall stood in front of the podium somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Cleared his throat.

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts..."

Her speech was very concise, just like the previous principal.

"Now, I would like to introduce a new professor who will teach you the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

She looked back at the teacher's seat, where someone should have been sitting, but now it was empty.

She frowned.

I was late for the opening ceremony.

Everyone looked at Mag.

"I didn't expect that someone would come to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year. Why not just let Hermione do it?"

Ron lowered his voice.

Hermione glared at him.

She has enough to deal with already.

Click!

The door to the auditorium suddenly opened.

"Sorry I'm late."

The lazy sound made everyone turn their heads.

A man with messy hair walked in yawning.

The grey robe was draped askew on his body, and one could even see the blue plaid pajamas underneath, as well as the slippers on his feet.

Mag's frown deepened.

"Mr. White, you are late."

"Sorry, sorry," White scratched his head sleepily, "I overslept in the office."

Professor McGonagall looked disgusted.

If she had not seen before that this man was indeed capable of being a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, she would not have allowed such an unkempt man to enter the school.

After all, students cannot live without their professors, and Hogwarts today is no longer the prestigious school it once was.

She sighed.

"Mr. White Corvinus is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Amidst the sparse applause, Hermione suddenly looked up, her eyes fixed on the lazy figure.

White seemed to feel her gaze and they looked at each other.

His eyes lit up, he smiled at her and nodded.

Hermione frowned.

No, this doesn't feel right.

Although it is true that Corvinus is the family name of that guy's mother, this man feels completely different from that guy.

It's not just the looks and the behavior, it's the look in the eyes.

You can see a person's spirit from his eyes.

No matter what Mo Bai becomes, the pair of eyes that represent his soul will not change.

Looking into his eyes was like looking into a whirlpool. The feeling that seemed to be sucking one's soul into the abyss was something no one could imitate.

It is also for this reason that when Mo Bai turns into other people, he feels much more oppressive than his original owner.

But this person's eyes were distracted.

She could feel that this person was quite powerful.

But in terms of soul power alone, he is far inferior to Mo Bai.

This person is not Mo Bai.

Then this surname is worth pondering.

The Corvinus family is an immortal family. As the common ancestor of vampires and werewolves, they have existed for an unknown amount of time.

It even existed in ancient times.

Could this person be one of those ancient wizards?

So the purpose of coming to Hogwarts...

It's probably aimed at that guy.

In other words, this person was coming for him.

Sure enough, the next day, when she was in her office processing the documents sent by Scrimgeour, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Which one?"

"Um, I'm White, can I come in?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Come in."

The door opened and White walked in unsteadily.

It was still a loose robe, but at least he had something proper underneath and his shoes were properly on.

"Even though I am your professor," White scratched his messy hair.

"But he is the Minister of Magic after all, so I thought I should come and say hello."

Hermione looked up at him.

"Professor White, you are too kind. I am just an ordinary student."

"Please take a seat. Would you like some tea?"

White sat down and shook his head.

"No, I'm not used to English tea. I prefer carbonated drinks."

"You are not English?"

"Yes," Professor White said, holding out his hands to show himself, "Isn't it obvious? I'm American."

"Oh? Then what made you want to teach in the UK?"

Speaking of this, White seemed to open up.

He looked irritated.

"It's just a descendant of my family who popped up from nowhere and suddenly caused trouble in the UK."

"Originally, those old guys didn't intend to intervene, but I didn't expect this kid to follow the clues and investigate."

He spread his hands.

"My family used to be somewhat famous, but now they all keep a low profile. Since he was too flamboyant, they sent me to call him back."

Hermione's expression gradually became serious.

"Professor White, if you take him back, what will your family do with him?"

"It's just tracing one's ancestry, what else can I do?"

White curled his lips, "But if we go back, it will probably be difficult to get out."

"If I wasn't lazy enough, they wouldn't send me out to do this."

Hermione's heart sank, but she forced a smile.

"Your family obviously wants to keep a low profile. Is it okay for you to just tell me this?"

"hiss……"

White took a deep breath and scratched his head in annoyance.

"It's troublesome to talk to people outside."

“It’s winding and twisting.”

He slammed the table and said, "I'll be frank. Tell me where Mo Bai is. Anyway, when we find him, you have to go back with him. Do you understand?"

Hermione's smile faded.

"Then you should know that we have separated, and I don't know his exact location."

"Really?"

White looked at her suspiciously.

"real."

The next second, a golden light flashed in White's eyes, and Hermione's brain was dizzy for a moment.

“It’s really true.”

He slumped down in a chair with a look of despair, "That guy is not weak either. How long will it take to find him?"

"I don't really want to be a professor here, I just want to go home and lie down, I'm so fed up."

Hermione looked at him in horror.

Just now, she felt a mental power that was almost as strong as Mo Bai's invading her brain.

If she hadn't reacted quickly and used the brain-blocking spell in time, he might have been able to read her memory.

I was wrong.

This person is very strong.

"I'm sorry to offend you," White said, complaining a few words and standing up. "If you know where he is, please tell me. Thank you."

He looked at Hermione very sincerely, then staggered out of the room.

Inside the room, Hermione's face was solemn.

I made a mistake.

This person was probably brought here by myself.

The cause was the task she issued to Snape.

She wanted to get clues about the golden cup from Voldemort, so she used false information.

Mo Bai's weakness is his family.

What she thought at first was that since Voldemort now had a large number of people and power, it would be a good opportunity to help Mo Bai find his family; at the same time, it would distract Voldemort's attention and ease the work pressure of the Ministry of Magic.

This is a double win.

But, perhaps because Voldemort's search was too high-profile, Mo Bai's family was actually implicated.

Moreover, it can be seen from White that this family, which has existed for who knows how many years, is very strong.

This family obviously does not want their existence to be exposed to the world, so all people related to the family must hide together and never come out again.

Compared to Mo Bai, his parents were also taken away in this almost imprisoned way, which is why there has been no news of them for many years.

So, what would be Mo Bai’s reaction?