Malachai Nott, a friend to none, enemy to everyone. At least that's what everyone always said about him.

Malachai grew up with parents who were close both in status and acquaintance with the Malfoy family, sharing the same ideals and values (and of course, being one of the dark lord's most trusted death eaters). However, he never cared for any of that. The dark lord, in Malachai's eyes, was going to be defeated soon. He wasn't a strong enough power to latch onto and be loyal to. But what was, then, you might ask? Himself, of course.

Malachai was always incredibly talented at school, excelling in his studies beyond professors' imagination because he never came to class yet always aced his exams. One thing he liked most and found interesting was potions. Not only would he spend his time collecting questionable ingredients, he'd also make incredibly valuable potions with hacks and tricks of his own that took him half the resources and time it takes usual potion masters.

And that was exactly why when Dumbledore basically bribed him with ingredients he'd never seen before, he came right back to Hogwarts and took over the potions classes (begrudgingly obviously, because there was nothing worse that having to deal with kids). And so, Malachai turned from a potion masters who specialises in medicine, into a Hogwarts professor, something he never thought could actually happen considering the fact that he was quick to leave once his studies ended here.

As you walked into his classroom where a potions class was taking place, you could almost already sense the dark atmosphere. The class was quiet, and the only sounds you could hear were potions brewing in the cauldrons and the sounds of pages being turned from the recipe books. Meanwhile, Malachai sat at his office in the corner, reading through what seems to be a very important book. His neatly framed glasses sat at the high bridge of his nose where you could see his eyebrows almost knit together. And as you approached, he didn't even bother looking up.

"What is it?"