Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

A fresh graduate took the position of Hogwarts transfiguration teacher, which caused intense discussions among countless students. But they forgot, Dippet's headmaster hasn't finished.

"Quiet!"

Dippet said heavily.

After speaking, he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing.

Dumbledore, who is temporarily acting as Deputy Headmistress, got up immediately, patted Armando's back, and whispered something in his ear.

When the two of them communicated, the whole hall became absolute silence.

Amando Dipeter shook his head and pushed Dumbledore away with one hand, indicating that he did not need to support him.

After that, he straightened his waist and scanned the surroundings resolutely, and said: "This year, there is a small change.

Due to the turbulent situation in the Wizarding World in various countries, the Ministry of Magic has a large number of Auror stationed in the Forbidden Forest. Not only that, every teacher in Hogwarts has a lot of responsibility to transform the school, so I hereby announce that this year, every teacher will invite a student to become his own teaching assistant. Students who serve as teaching assistants will have the resources and privileges corresponding to teachers, but at the same time they must also shoulder related responsibilities and obligations.

Students who complete this task, the school will record this honor in Your life history is above. I hope that every student present here can fully run for this honor.

The above is all the changes this year."

After that, Di Pat headmaster sat down, and there was a round of applause. Hoffa followed behind and clapped, but couldn't help but wonder.

Teaching assistant......?

Students become teaching assistants.

This kind of thing, he is really unheard-of.

Hoffa thought, but what kind of work? It sounds like thankless...

"I want to be!!"

Aglaia grabbed the knife and fork and took a meal on the table, excited He turned his head: "That must be the position that the best students can hold. Think about it, if all the teachers would line up to invite you to be your own teaching assistant. How wonderful it would be."

She was red light with excitement, and her blue eyes stared at the teacher's desk firmly. As if already fantasizing about the pomp of the group of people standing in front of him.

Miranda and Hoffa looked at each other, and both saw each other's helplessness. Well, anyway, as long as you can prove that you are better than others, Aglaia will do everything.

However, this competition is not just a competition of a few Second Year students. Hogwarts also has three, four, five, six Seventh Year students. The higher the students, the stronger the competition.

Aglaia wants to stand out as a teaching assistant in the Second Year, but it is not realistic.

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After Dippet headmaster finished speaking, food appeared on the dinning table one after another, and There is usually no difference. House elf food, familiar recipe, familiar taste.

However, Hoffa believes that this may be the last time. When the two-year war breaks out, this world will inevitably encounter food shortages.

After the banquet began, the depressive atmosphere was relieved. The teacher's change made all the students whisper.

Aglaia asked in a low voice: "Is Dumbledore very difficult to deal with spells? Why haven't I seen him publish a paper on spells?"

Miranda: "To be honest, it's pretty good, but he personally doesn't like to show off."

After eating for a long time, Armando Diepert left the stage at the teacher's bench. He just As soon as he stood up, Dumbledore went over to support him, and the two slowly left the hall. After the headmaster left, the atmosphere in the auditorium became more lively.

Some people even stepped out of their seats boldly, turning around the shining orb of rays of light in the middle of the hall. Dippet headmaster didn't say a word about what this thing was and how to use it, as long as it didn't exist.

The Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table are the most active at the moment. The three Gryffindor students who were sent to the Forbidden Forest seem to have become heroes. They stood high at their tables and raised their glasses to the Ravenclaw table enthusiastically .

"Hey, Ravenclaw, when will you also have a Gryffindor head?"

Ravenclaw's Prefect was furious, without the slightest hesitation, he picked up an orange and smashed it over , The orange turned into a cannonball when it flew, and a hall of yellow powder exploded in front of the Gryffindor table, so hot that several Gryffindor tears flowed.

They laughed heartily, but they also responded to Ravenclaw's fruit bombs without the slightest hesitation.

The more joyous thing is the Slytherin table. They whistled and waved to the staff desk excitedly, hoping to attract the attention of the new beautiful teacher.

Among them, Hoffa saw the stabbing head Malfoy he met in Diagon Alley, and saw him blowing a whistle, facing Osivia at the faculty desk, using his fingers to compare his heart to his chest. Look like.

Those Slytherin's voices fell in Hoffa's ears, but they were quite harsh.

It’s impossible to let someone be the transfiguration teacher. Why do you have to let her be? Is it so difficult to find a professor who is good at transfiguration?

How do I want to teach myself in the following lessons?

Hoffa lowered his head and mechanically picked the pudding in front of him, sending it to her mouth one after another.

On the teacher's bench, Osivia turned a deaf ear to the call of the Slytherin table. She didn't take a few bites. Less than 3 minutes after Dippet walked, she got up and left the dinning table.

The shouts of the Slytherin group finally stopped.

Dumbledore returned after she was gone for a while.

After the banquet, he led the students to sing the school song as usual.

After singing the school song, when the students were about to return to their common room, Dumbledore patted the palm of his hand and stopped everyone.

"Wait a minute, let me say a few words."

He asked in a loud voice: "Presumably everyone is very curious. What is this bead in the middle of the hall?"

There was immediate silence around, and everyone was waiting for his explanation.

There was a pause for about five seconds.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "I am curious too."

have a big laughter.

After laughing, Dumbledore raised a hand and suppressed the voices of the crowd.

"However, this magic item was forged by the founders of the Fourth Academy. It contains the faith blessed by Gryffindor, the magic power infused by Slytherin, the loyalty granted by Hufflepuff. And the password sealed by Ravenclaw.

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For more than 1,000 years, no one has ever really used this item, so if one of you can trigger this item, I think Dippet headmaster probably won’t mind."

Will you mind?

The whole hall was in an uproar. At first, everyone kept a long distance from this item and didn't dare to touch it. But when Dumbledore said this, almost everyone couldn't bear their curiosity, and they stepped forward and touched the item with their hands.

Some young wizards are talking about all kinds of messy spells.

So-and-so gave me strength.

Summon Divine Beast or something.

Hoffa even saw a young student biting his finger with pain, and smearing blood on the bright bead, but not only was there no response, people who were so dry were immediately affected by their respective Prefects. Beaten up.

Hoffa didn't go up to touch the beads. He knew that this thing was definitely not that easy to use. As for why he knew, this conclusion was obtained from the face of Tom Riddle.

He saw Tom Riddle, the future Dark Lord with a powerful collectivism standing on the periphery of the crowd, holding his arms, and looking at the students who touched the orb with the same look of mental retardation.

He has clear eyes and no greed. Only lightly scrutinized.

Tom didn't go out during the summer vacation. He chose to stay in school, which Hoffa knew.

He must have witnessed the process of change in this auditorium, and he must have explored this gem. If there is any change, this Slytherin's heir might have done it long ago.

Perceiving Hoffa's gaze, Tom Riddle turned his head and greeted Hoffa with a nodded smile.

The smile was not too warm to speak of, and Hoffa withdrew his gaze.

After half an hour, the beads did not respond. Its rays of light are still bright, still exuding obscure magic power fluctuations, but nothing more.

Mysterious and anticipation began to fade, and the freshness almost disappeared. The curious young wizards who were onlookers shook their heads and walked to their common room.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, Hoffa returned to the Ravenclaw common room, which had been away for nearly three months.

The common room is as warm and tranquil as ever. Under the statue of Ronai Ravenclaw, there are some Senior Senior Sisters who are reading and meditating.

Simply saying goodnight to a friend, Hoffa plunged into her dormitory and threw herself on her bed.

Here, Hoffa finally feels a long-lost sense of relaxation and security.

Like a prodigal son who has traveled for a long time, finally returned to his hometown.

His four-poster bed seemed to retain the temperature of last semester, and Hoffa buried his head in the pillow. It seems to have been stuck in this way, continuously falling down...

Hoffa's roommates also returned to dormitory one after another. Roommates William and Anthony O are discussing the school intensely. Changes.

They questioned the strength of the new head Dumbledore for a while, talked excitedly about the beauty of an exotic teacher, and finally chirp chirp twitter twitter discussed the magical orb spiritedly.

Hoffa seldom participates in the discussions of the roommates, especially today, he just wants to sleep well and don't care about anything.

But in a daze, roommate William suddenly asked: "Hoffa, do you know how to use that orb?"

Hoffa in the mist yawned: "I I don’t know, maybe there will be something like heir."

heir.

William, who was inspired, and Anthony, who was born in muggle, talked about his distinguished history.

Hoffa was lying on the bed, and his uncontrollable drowsiness flooded him.

In the dim, he thought of Tom Riddle and his lovely Chamber of Secrets. Dumbledore said that the orb contained the magic power of Slytherin. Maybe Tom. Riddle could use Parseltongue to turn on the orb.

Parseltongue.

Snake.

Hoffa rolled over glumly, exhales one breath saying.

Snakes are everywhere.