A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"A certain Hogwarts Rune Professor (

September 1st, in the evening, it was rainy and rainy.

The Hogwarts Express arrives at Hogsmeade Station.

Ron and Hermione had to maintain order on the muddy road in the rain, and carried the little wizards who were a little overexcited to the carriage. Harry dawdled on purpose, and waited until the platform was almost completely empty before finding a chance to slip out. So they were almost the last to enter the carriage.

"Ah, those little **** suck," Ron complained. "I'm suddenly craving French food, how about you?"

"Anything," Hermione said wearily.

The carriage started to move, it was cloudy outside, the light was darker than usual at this time, and the rain hit the roof and rolled into the carriage, making Harry shiver. The carriage finally stopped by the stone steps leading to the oak gate. Hermione, who had been dozing all the time, woke up and jumped out of the carriage, "Come on, you two!"

"She's absolutely starving," Ron said to Harry in a low voice.

The three of them merged into the crowd, clattering on the water-filled stone steps, the bright foyer in the distance, Harry couldn't wait to sit in the auditorium and enjoy the food, the thought injected a touch of heat into his icy body, and he Climb the last few steps in one go.

A pair of shoes blocked his way. .

Harry looked up at Professor Hepp's blunt, expressionless face. An inexplicable fear struck, tugging at his internal organs and causing pain. Ron and Hermione looked back at them in surprise.

"Teach, professor?" Harry swallowed.

"Harry, stay after the dinner, Headmaster Dumbledore and I are going to take you somewhere," Felix said, almost thinking Harry had missed the train with the cold wind blowing at the door for nearly half an hour.

Warren's hair was soaked through, and he couldn't take it anymore and ran to the auditorium.

Harry opened his mouth and swallowed what he was about to say, "Okay."

Felix nodded at him and led him towards the auditorium. "Professor?" Felix stopped and looked at Harry. Harry shivered from the cold, "What am I going to do to prepare..."

"No, oh, better take your wand."

Harry walked heavily into the Great Hall.

The dining table was a mess. When he sat down, Ron and Hermione gave him a suspicious look. Harry shook his head. He couldn't help but look towards the professor's chair. Headmaster Dumbledore whispered something, and Headmaster Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

His heart sank little by little.

"I already told Harry, when the dinner is over..."

"I see." Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He picked up a fork and tapped the goblet. The crisp knocking sound echoed in the auditorium. The noise gradually subsided. The students focused their attention on the professor's chair. People who had only been chatting with their classmates before found something unusual.

"Two new professors!" Seamus said in surprise, he counted one by one by subject, his face puzzled, "How come there is one more person..."

"Professor McGonagall's seat is vacant!"

...

"Sitting next to Snape is Mr. Slughorn, and next to Professor Happ is Mr. Bagshot," Harry whispered.

Hermione inhaled lightly, looking a little uneasy.

"What's up?"

"The number of chairs doesn't match, an extra one—"

At this moment, the door to the hall opened, and Professor McGonagall led a row of little wizards in, letting them line up in front of the staff's desk. Then she put a dirty hat on the small round stool and stood by and waited.

The Sorting Hat sang aloud:

I have worn on the heads of the most brilliant duelists,

though not yet given life;

I am older than everything in the castle,

But don't think I'll never change.

The four founders of the great schools,

Their deeds have been passed down for thousands of years;

To ask who else in the world knows them well enough?

Think who carries their minds!

Godric Gryffindor, the invincible duelist,

Rowena Ravenclaw, whose wit is unrivaled,

Helga Hufflepuff, benevolent and merciful,

Salazar Slytherin, shrewd and unscrupulous.

Although the body is rotten,

But their ideas are reproduced in students;

The four colleges have produced talents in large numbers,

Let's make Hogwarts famous.

But I will pour you a basin of cold water,

A single mind can only fight on its own.

Courage and recklessness are indistinguishable,

Wisdom and arrogance go hand in hand,

Kindness and weakness always transform each other,

The difference between shrewdness and selfishness is just one thought.

I stand before you right now,

To be honest with you about the past;

I have fulfilled my duty to speak out—

Now let's start sorting.

The Sorting Hat did not move after speaking. In the auditorium, the pause button seemed to be pressed, and it took a few seconds for sparse applause to sound. The students whispered, "This is the first time I've heard the Sorting Hat criticize the thinking of the four Houses," Ron said in surprise.

"But it does qualify," said Harry, clapping along with the crowd, even though he felt a little strange.

Usually the Sorting Hat just gives the four Houses the qualities that are valued, and praises the four founders (sometimes with the exception of Slytherin). Last year was different, with an unprecedented warning that students would be united, but that was because Voldemort was eyeing him outside of school.

Now that the war is over, Ginny even makes a bet with Ron on the train that the Sorting Hat will singly praise people coming out of the shadows of war this year.

Professor McGonagall was also a little stunned. She cleared her throat with all her strength, and the chattering at the bottom stopped abruptly. She took out a long list of freshmen and read out the names one by one——

"Tules Elimore."

"Very distinctive." On the professor's chair, Grindelwald put down his hand and said softly.

Felix smiled slightly and glanced across the auditorium. Students and professors responded differently to the Song of the Sorting Hat. For example, Slughorn, who had been loudly engaging with many professors before, was now silent and wrinkled. raised eyebrows.

He glanced at Dumbledore, then glanced vaguely at Grindelwald, the walrus beard quivering.

Maybe it's to measure in his heart whether it's a loss... Felix thought secretly. He knew that Dumbledore had used the pretext of teaching and providing asylum to win over Slughorn, but at the time Voldemort had not fallen, Slughorn did not want to expose himself.

Now that the war is over, the cunning old walrus can't hold back at last.

But this also brought a benefit, Severus finally got his wish and got the position he wanted.

"...Toby Gilbert."

Felix glanced at the Sorting Hat, keenly capturing the point of this year's Song of the Sorting Hat—as it was last year—to call for unity among students. But the two are different. Last year, it was because of foreign enemies. This year, it may be because of internal reasons.

Did the Sorting Hat hear anything from Dumbledore?

He looked at Grindelwald, who was full of interest and leisure, and thought that the direction was quite obvious - the old man's strength had shrunk seriously, and he could only talk about it, although Felix had won this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts class book singles Interested in Grindelwald, but he didn't think the Dark Lord, once determined to rule the Muggles, would easily bow down to his ideas of peace.

Taking his book as a target for criticism is about as good.

Felix has already made up his mind that he must go to two classes when he has time. His book was written with great care, and Grindelwald should not be allowed to interpret it indiscriminately.

"— Hubbard Zenobia."

"Slytherin!"

The sorting ceremony was finally over, and Professor McGonagall came over to pick up the sorting hat and chair—"Wait a minute, Minerva." Dumbledore said suddenly, Professor McGonagall froze and asked hesitantly, "Albus ?"

Dumbledore stood up nimbly, walking briskly. He smiled and said, "I'm just curious, if it were now... what house would I be assigned to." He picked up the sorting hat, turned his arms around his head, and sat on the small bench funny.

The auditorium suddenly boiled.

Although their stomachs were rumbling with hunger, the students stood up, tiptoeed and looked up in anticipation. "He's crazy!" Hermione cried. "No, that's normal!" said Harry and Ron in unison, and all the students looked at Dumbledore without blinking.

"What do you say he wants to do?"

"I don't know, but it would be fun to watch if the Sorting Hat put him in another house!"

"Maybe that's what he wanted!"

Dumbledore sat on the small bench in a proper manner, his long white beard dragged on the floor, he closed his eyes, and seemed to be communicating with the Sorting Hat, because at the brim of the Sorting Hat, the gap opened angrily. , it shouted: "This is out of order, Dumbledore!"

"Oh, don't be like this... Be accommodating..." Dumbledore whispered. Only Professor McGonagall heard these words. Her lips were tightly pursed into a line, her fingers were constantly opening and closing, and she was wondering whether to force it. The Sorting Hat was removed from Dumbledore's head.

She wasn't sure what would turn into a scandal... so she froze in place, her chest heaving violently.

It was a minute or two before the Sorting Hat reluctantly called out the word "Gryffindor".

Dumbledore rose contentedly and handed the Sorting Hat to Professor McGonagall, who looked annoyed. Felix, Grindelwald, and Snape were thoughtful, although their ideas were completely different.

Felix was even more looking forward to his post-dinner speech, what would Dumbledore say? Will he support school reform? Grindelwald's lesson preparation this year is extremely targeted. If Dumbledore acquiesced, there would be no such outrageous book list at all.

Dumbledore has returned to his place, as if nothing had happened, he opened his arms and said with a big smile: "Nothing can better represent my mood at the moment than a big meal, let's eat happily. Bar!"

Then he sat down and the food fell from the sky.

Grindelwald stared, slightly surprised, thinking that Dumbledore at least had something to say.

"The principal never disappoints in that, does it, Minerva?" Felix said, happily slicing ribs on his plate, "perhaps we should make a school rule that no more than ten speeches are allowed before dinner. a word."

Professor McGonagall, who had just sat down, snorted softly, his eyes turned to Dumbledore.

"It's better to add one more, no sudden madness."

When the last piece of dessert disappeared, Dumbledore stood up again, Felix looked at his headmaster with interest, and his eyes stayed on the black gem ring that seemed to grow on his hand. Could it be the resurrection stone? A chance encounter with Xenophilius Lovegood a few weeks ago came to mind.

It's a pity that they didn't say a few words together, because Mr. Lovegood seemed to have eaten his stomach and was in a hurry to find the toilet.

I don't know if his failed interview has anything to do with this...

"Okay... New classmates, welcome to school; old classmates, welcome back to school!" Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes emotionally, "Waiting for you is the new school year of magic education..."

"Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone... The Quidditch selection will be... The spells and the list of make-up candidates..."

The students listened languidly, drowsily, and these were all clichés.

“This year the school has welcomed two new professors, along with some minor changes to the original faculty. First, let’s welcome Professor Slughorn, who I have worked with and is an experienced potions master professor……"

"Potions?"

The students widened their eyes and stared at the old wizard who stood up and waved enthusiastically at them. He was wearing a delicate waistcoat, his belly was too big to button up, and his bald head reflected light from the top of his head as his body turned.

"Sure enough—" Hermione tapped the table with her fist.

"Sure enough?" Ron asked puzzled. Like most students, he looked between the new professor and Snape, looking like he was watching the show.

"Didn't you find that there are one more professors this year? I thought—"

"Meanwhile, Professor Bagshot, and Professor Snape," Dumbledore said with his usual expression, only raising his voice slightly, "will jointly serve as Defence Against the Dark Arts professors."

Hermione took a breath.

"That's how it was arranged! Alas, Professor Snape got his wish."

The students' discussion grew louder. "All I care about is who will teach sixth grade," Ron said, as Professor Bagshot stood up politely and Snape just lazily extended a hand to the Slytherin students' applause Voice.

Ron bared his teeth and said, "The difference is huge, although I hate Snape, but compared to a Squib—"

"Ron!" Hermione warned.

Ron shrank his neck, "Okay... I won't say it, but the problem is there, I can't pretend to be invisible, everyone knows how to choose..."

Dumbledore waited until Grindelwald sat down before continuing: "The two professors will divide their work and cooperate with each other. Professor Snape is in charge of teaching the first to fifth grades, and Professor Bagshot is responsible for improving the teaching of the class..."

There was a loud boo from the Slytherin House, who were complaining about their dean.

Even Harry was very surprised. At present, although only Slytherin students have clearly expressed their opposition, and the other three colleges have received a mediocre response, but that is because they do not know that Mr. Bagshot is a squib.

Harry looked at the Chair, unable to help worrying about Mr. Bagshot, but his expression was the same.

Somewhere in his heart, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Although he hasn't taken Professor Bagshot's class yet, at least one thing is certain, he won't have much chance to deal with Snape this year.

It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps Snape had chosen grades one to five for this reason.

After the announcement of the position change, Dumbledore was still standing, obviously having something to say. The hum in the auditorium faded away~www.readwn.com~The students thought about the Song of the Sorting Hat and Headmaster Dumbledore's strange behavior in unison, and maybe they could hear the answer in his words.

"The past year has seen Voldemort and his entourage make waves and people have suffered. Fortunately, we didn't have to sacrifice so much of our treasured treasures as we did in the last decade-long war, and I hope everyone is celebrating it. Yu, take even a minute - like now - to reflect, what has the war brought us?"

What followed was an extremely long minute.

"Presumably each of you has his own experience. Please remember the thoughts of this moment, it will allow you to grow, discern right from wrong, a person's thoughts will change with their own experiences, this is normal, I still clearly remember it to this day. The sorting scene when I entered the school: The Sorting Hat made a decision almost immediately. But just now I didn't know where it would sort me... But one thing is certain, paranoia will make people go to extremes and provoke disputes. "

Dumbledore's words came to an abrupt end.

"Okay, you will have enough time to think about these annoying problems in the future, but the priority is to have a good rest. I saw someone yawning, so... good night."

The chairs were pushed behind him, Harry stood up with the others, his mind seemed to return to the warm and comfortable bed, and then he saw Professor Hepp waving at him with a serious expression.

He suddenly woke up.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Ron yawned as Hermione ran off to show the freshman.

Harry gave him a deep look.

"If...well, I mean I can't come back and I left something in the box..."

"What are you talking about?" Ron rubbed his stomach.

"...Remember, the box."