Over the next few days, Amon spent most of his time getting familiar with the castle, reading books on the history of magic, checking on the ghouls and getting acquainted with No-Face, and training with his quinque to keep up his skills and fitness. Per Severus' request, Amon taught the potions master about the physiology of ghouls, including RC cells, Kakugan, Kagune and their variants, and Kakuhou. The two ended up getting along easily, Amon finding the man suitable to help teach classes regarding ghouls. Snape and Amon held a mutual respect for each other and the potions master quickly grasped that Amon was not familiar with the magical world. So, in return for teaching him about Japanese ghouls, Snape taught Amon about magical culture and some basic potions.
Back in Dumbledore's office, the principal scoured every map he could for a place called 'Japan'. Amon had mentioned the place while describing the ghouls, but he couldn't find such a place on any magical or muggle maps.
Curious. He would have to ask Amon about it.
A hungry ghoul was one thing, a starving ghoul was another, but a bored ghoul was something else entirely. The two SS rated, extremely dangerous ghouls, were currently playing roulette with the large boulders in their allotted area, making sure not to crush themselves in the process. "If that thing crushes me I will go berserk." Kaneki warned, eyeing the boulder as it was coming down. It landed not three feet away from the whitette, creating a sizable crater. "Then I guess you're not going 'berserk'." Uta commented casually as Kaneki picked up the boulder in front of him, about the mass of a fully grown man. It was much heavier though, seeing as it was made of, well, boulder. Kaneki grunted and threw said boulder high in the air, taking only about eight seconds to land by Uta, roughly two feet away from the black haired ghoul. "So. This Amon guy. You sure we can trust him?" Uta asked, picking up the boulder and throwing it up in the air. One and a half feet. "Positive. Me and him have a little unspoken agreement. As long as we only kill out of necessity, then we should be fine." One foot. "Noted." Half a foot. Kaneki yawned, flopping on the boulder next to him. "I'm tired, goodnight." Announcing an end to the game. Uta chuckled, walking over and sitting down next to the boulder, closing his eyes.
Kotaro amon was currently sitting at the staff table, on the raised pavilion in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the students soon entering and taking their seats. Madeye Moody then arrived, clearing a storm in the hall and sitting down at the table himself. To say the least, the food was delicious.
Harry, Ron, and Hermoine, as well as many others, had noticed the new man at the staff table. What confused them though, was that Dumbledore never introduced him. "Do either of you now who that man is? The one next to Snape?" Harry asked his friends. "No." Hermoine answered, glancing at the new face. "I don't recognize his nationality either. He's most likely a traveling teacher."
"Traveling for what though?" Ron asked. "How am I supposed to know!?" Hermoine said, exasperated. "I don't have a master schedule for heaven's sake!"
"For all who may have noticed, I'm sure you are wondering who the new face is at the staff table." That caught everyone's attention. "You will be calling him Mr. Amon, and he will be officially introduced and start classes when the Durmstrangs and Bobatens arrive for the Triwizard Tournament." The mentioned man stood up and bowed in a polite manner to the crowd. Anyone with any knowledge of cultural differences easily and correctly assumed that it was simply a way of greeting. There was a small smile on his face, genuine and calm. "Seems nice enough." Harry said. But then, shock spilled across all of their faces. "Since when did Professor Snape ever seem to genuinely enjoy a conversation?" Ron gaped. "Professor Snape." Fred said. "Enjoying a conversation?" George finished. Both twins simultaneously turned to the staff table. "Ay, will you look at that?" George continued. "Ronalds got a good set of eyes in his noggin." Ron sighed. "Seriously?"
After the first stretch of classes, a handful of students plus the Golden Trio, stayed behind. "Professor McGonnigal." Hermoine spoke up. "Do you know where we can find ?" She asked. "He'll most likely be by the Whomping Willow training with his Quinque. If he's not there, check the library. Otherwise, it's best he's not disturbed." The students left with their thanks, heading to the mentioned magical tree. It seemed other students had asked a similar question, because many others were headed to the whomping willow as well.
When the trio arrived, they saw , gracefully dodging the willows branches, a large spear-like weapon in hand. All of the students were further impressed when a thick branch landed not a foot away from the man, who proceeded to run up its length, vaulting over the tree and continuing to dodge its branches. Eventually, Amon leaped away from the tree's range, turning to the students. "Can I help you?"
The students began asking questions, such as who he was, where he came from, and such. The man had put away his Quinque, answering to the best of his ability and chatting casually with the more extroverted students, who seemed to enjoy his company. "So this is the one Dumbledore was talking about? I can't see hardly anything noteworthy. Not even a wand." A blonde Slytherin boy said, strutting up to the crowd. "I use something called a Quinque, it's made of a special steel that is resistant to all types of magic." Amon explained casually, the taunt in the boys voice seemingly going straight over his head. "Anything else I can help you with, Mr. Malfoy?" He asked. "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Japan." Amon replied simply, picking up his briefcase. "Japan? Never heard of it." Malfoy said. "I'm not surprised, Japanese have a preposterous amount of xenophobia. They keep the island off all the maps." The man turned away with a smile, towards the castle. "I'm afraid I'll have to draw this to a close. Lessons start soon and I believe you should head over to your respective classrooms before you're late." Amon said politely. Soon enough, the students cleared out, leaving the investigator to himself.
Kaneki was starting to get a little pissed. Those 'Hogwarts Professors' were all staring at him. "So this is a Japanese ghoul?" A man asked, whom Kaneki heard his name was Bartey Crouch. "He doesn't look very threatening."
"I assure you, Eyepatch is not to be underestimated." Amon said, pulling down his collar to reveal the mutilating scar the ghoul gave him. "He gave me this when he was juvenile and half-developed, and I am and was an experienced investigator." Kaneki climbed down from the branches he was perched on, hanging upside down, directly in front of the humans. "Amon, is this normal?" A woman in green asked, leaning back slightly, despite the barrier. Kaneki didn't understand a word they were saying, but he got the geist, almost laughing at the woman's expression. "Uhm, no. It's not." Amon said, a perplexed look on his face as he looked at Kaneki, who had to hold back his chuckles. "Eyepatch- are you high?" The man looked genuinely confused and Kaneki choked on his laughter, falling from the branch. "How do you expect me to get high? All we have here is plants! And me and No-Face still haven't gotten a proper meal yet!" Kaneki's Kakugan flared at the last sentence, causing the wizards and witches all to take a step back. Amon sighed. "They're working on it, as far as I've been told." Then, Amon realized something. "Please don't scar the ones who haven't seen it."
"Oh, you bet I will. I'm fucking hungry, you'll be fine." Kaneki's Kagune erupted from his back, reaching up and dragging down Uta from the trees, whom he took a chomp out of his neck, blood splattering all over the ground. All of the present wizards had looks of horror on their faces, much to Kaneki's glee, who continued to tear flesh from Uta. Just for shits and giggles, Uta yanked Kaneki's arm towards his mouth, chomping through the skin and muscle. He was hungry for human flesh as well, and the both of them wanted to make it explicitly clear that they would do just about anything for a good human meal.
Amon ushered the magical folk to look away, speaking up as they focused their attention on him. "That was Eyepatch's way of reminding you that he and No-Face are very hungry and still haven't gotten a meal. The tentacles you saw from Eyepatch were Kagune, Rinkaku to be exact. His red eye was his activated Kakugan-Eyepatch, what in heaven's name are you doing?" Amon had shifted his attention back to the ghouls for just a split second, to see the two playing roulette with a boulder. "Playing roulette." The white haired ghoul said simply. "I can see that. But why?" The investigator asked, the most confused and exasperated look on his face. "Because it's fun."