Javert was shown to his quarters, and started to unpack. They were situated in south tower above the classroom he would teach in.
Most people reading this will wonder what our good friend Inspector Javert (first class) was doing in a wizard school in twentieth century Scotland. Well, the years of his youth spent inside a filthy jail had taught Javert only two things. Firstly, that criminals were disgusting and subhuman creatures which were to be view with hatred and, secondly, that displaying to the outside world powers usually considered to be unnatural was, at best, unwise. The young boy learned to hide the powers he had inherited from his mother and eventually became a little suspicious of them His mother herself had been shunned from the magical community after her expulsion from Beauxbatons in her last year there. Madame Javert ending up living her life as a gypsy muggle doing petty magic for petty cash. Her only wish was to educate her son in sorcery. The only reason Javert relented and learnt from her was that he could not stand being around the scum of the jail. Anything legal that gave him an edge, he was prepared to try. Used on the sly, his magical powers help him to build a reputation as one of the most feared detectives in Paris. And yet, from the age of 11 till the day of his supposed suicide he tried to hide his undignified upbringing.
Of course that day, the day he lost all direction due to the convict, Jean Valjean, he had decided the seine was the best place for him to end up. But, unconsciously, as he tried to struggle against the current of the river, he uttered with his last breath an incantation. A spell he remembered only dimly, as if from a past life.
This was the bubble head charm, he found he could breath and was utterly taken aback. Well, imagine how you would feel if you just tried to commit suicide and wound up suddenly being able to breath underwater, He stopped fighting and drifted - it was all he could do. He thought and thought and was there for who can say how much time, thinking and dreaming until he naturally energetic nature reappeared and he decided that he needed to stop.
By that time he had drifted out to sea, and by his own calculation thought he was somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic. He was picked up by a rather surprised cod trawler which took him back to Grimsby. From there he went to somewhere that his mother had often talked about - London's, Diagon Alley. In the Leakey Cauldron he had run into Dumbledore, Javert told of his life before - in the jail, the French police force and his subsequent years of drifting.
Now Dumbledore was in trouble, lets face it. No-one wanted to teach at his school, the last defence against the dark arts teacher quit before the Christmas holidays after Peeves threw the bust of Wendolin the Weird at her (and the tiny matter of the death eater attack). So, Dumbledore entrusted this tall French stranger with a job. Fortunately, Javert had spent the last month in Diagon Alley, reading up on his history of magic, spells and the dark arts. Which he (as we all know he would) decided he despised, and would fight against at all costs.
Most people reading this will wonder what our good friend Inspector Javert (first class) was doing in a wizard school in twentieth century Scotland. Well, the years of his youth spent inside a filthy jail had taught Javert only two things. Firstly, that criminals were disgusting and subhuman creatures which were to be view with hatred and, secondly, that displaying to the outside world powers usually considered to be unnatural was, at best, unwise. The young boy learned to hide the powers he had inherited from his mother and eventually became a little suspicious of them His mother herself had been shunned from the magical community after her expulsion from Beauxbatons in her last year there. Madame Javert ending up living her life as a gypsy muggle doing petty magic for petty cash. Her only wish was to educate her son in sorcery. The only reason Javert relented and learnt from her was that he could not stand being around the scum of the jail. Anything legal that gave him an edge, he was prepared to try. Used on the sly, his magical powers help him to build a reputation as one of the most feared detectives in Paris. And yet, from the age of 11 till the day of his supposed suicide he tried to hide his undignified upbringing.
Of course that day, the day he lost all direction due to the convict, Jean Valjean, he had decided the seine was the best place for him to end up. But, unconsciously, as he tried to struggle against the current of the river, he uttered with his last breath an incantation. A spell he remembered only dimly, as if from a past life.
This was the bubble head charm, he found he could breath and was utterly taken aback. Well, imagine how you would feel if you just tried to commit suicide and wound up suddenly being able to breath underwater, He stopped fighting and drifted - it was all he could do. He thought and thought and was there for who can say how much time, thinking and dreaming until he naturally energetic nature reappeared and he decided that he needed to stop.
By that time he had drifted out to sea, and by his own calculation thought he was somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic. He was picked up by a rather surprised cod trawler which took him back to Grimsby. From there he went to somewhere that his mother had often talked about - London's, Diagon Alley. In the Leakey Cauldron he had run into Dumbledore, Javert told of his life before - in the jail, the French police force and his subsequent years of drifting.
Now Dumbledore was in trouble, lets face it. No-one wanted to teach at his school, the last defence against the dark arts teacher quit before the Christmas holidays after Peeves threw the bust of Wendolin the Weird at her (and the tiny matter of the death eater attack). So, Dumbledore entrusted this tall French stranger with a job. Fortunately, Javert had spent the last month in Diagon Alley, reading up on his history of magic, spells and the dark arts. Which he (as we all know he would) decided he despised, and would fight against at all costs.