Hogwarts Everything is Three

In the Hogwarts Auditorium, the other little wizards of the academy are already sitting around four long tables. The velvety black ceiling above the tables is lit by stars, and thousands of candles floating in the air illuminate the dining room. On the four tables were glittering gold plates and goblets. There is another long table on the top table of the restaurant, which is the seat of teachers.

"Harry, you are too slow... why didn't you change your clothes?" Ron, his and the other lions stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"I'll tell you later." Harry sat down at the long Gryffindor table and said briefly. He was alert to find that the surrounding wizards were listening to the conversation between him and Ron. It is not easy for him to tell on such an occasion. My previous embarrassing experience.

Ginny frowned while looking at her boyfriend's Muggle clothes: "And why are your clothes wrinkled and so dirty? What's wrong?"

"He said he fell a lot." Hermione, who was a step slower to say goodbye to Alan Luna, also returned to the Gryffindor long table at this time. She completely forgot that there was a strange look on her head. His anti-demon glasses helped Harry attract the attention of many little lions.

Harry wished they all thought he had done something brave. It would be better to face two Death Eaters and a Dementor, but he was a little worried that Pansy Parkinson would tell the story. For her fellow students in the Snake Academy, this embarrassing experience will spread to other Gryffindor ears.

Allen and Luna also sat back at the Ravenclaw long table, but Helena found that she had missed the past practice of ghosts scaring first-year students. But she didn't give up, she still ran to the group of freshmen waiting for the branch and wandered around in a circle-although this did not have much effect on the little wizards who had just experienced it once.

Then Helena and the other college ghosts waiting aside and the 20 or so pearly white, translucent ordinary ghosts who were whispering drifted across the room and left the auditorium through the wall.

The singing of the Sorting Hat is the same as in previous years, but it also emphasized a few extra words about the need to unite to face the enemy, and then assign the freshmen to their respective colleges.

"Have you noticed that the number of people coming to Ravenclaw this year is a lot more than in previous years." Fletcher pointed to the Ravenclaw long table that burst into applause from time to time.

"The Sorting Hat will consider the wizard's personal wishes." Thinking of her experience when she was almost assigned to Ravenclaw in the first grade, Hermione couldn't help but regret blindly following some of the articles described in the article about Gryffindor being the best college. She said, and insisted on making herself a student of the Lion Academy, she paused and adjusted her emotions and then said, “Allen is now famous and known as the new savior. There are many little wizards who want to go to Ravenclaw because of this. "

Neville turned his head to look at the long tables of each college: "But they still have the fewest number, and Hufflepuff has the largest number each year."

Hermione added: "The Sorting Hat is not just about the personal wishes of the wizard. You must at least have some obvious traits. Hufflepuff accepts everyone and treats them equally, even if you don’t agree with them. Enrollment standards or characteristics are not obvious."

As the last freshman entered Ravenclaw, the dinner officially began, and the dinner plates on the long table were instantly filled with various foods. This made the freshmen who had never seen the "wizard world" dumbfounded, and like Luo Well, this kind of veteran has already picked up a drumstick in each hand and gnawed it unscrupulously.

Ginny slammed Harry with her elbow: "Hagrid is waving at you, Harry."

Harry looked at the staff table, Hagrid was waving at him as expected, and he smiled at Hagrid.

Even though the half-blood giant has gone through the experience of being in the umbrella, it feels much better than being completely indifferent a few years ago, but the innocence and carelessness revealed from time to time are still very uncoordinated when getting together with the majestic Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was the dean of Gryffindor, and when they sat together, her head was only between Hagrid's elbow and shoulder. At this moment, McGonagall saw Hagrid’s enthusiastic greeting in such a way, and showed a look of dissatisfaction. She also bumped him with her elbow, reminding Hagrid to maintain her dignity as a teacher of the magical animal protection class-but with Jin The difference with Ni is that the power she used seems to be not light, because Hagrid maintained the beckoning motion, solidified his smile, and suddenly bent his body to the side and made a bigger movement...

Harry couldn't bear to look straight away, but was surprised to find that the fortune-telling teacher Professor Sybil Trelawney was sitting on the other side of Hagrid. She looked better on the Harris TV show. It used to be weirder, but it seemed a lot more financially ample, because Harry found that the decorations that were stranger than the Mad Girl's homemade jewelry looked much better than those she had used before.

“I’m surprised that Professor Trelawney is still willing to come back to teach. Her current TV shows are so popular.” Romida Wanni had just noticed Harry’s gaze, and she took a look along, and just thought of herself. Speaking loudly, then satisfied that he succeeded in attracting Harry's attention to him again.

Lavender Brown’s attention was also drawn to Romida’s words. She turned her head to the black-haired chin-cut witch and said, “Isn’t this a great thing? Professor Trelawney was communicating with me during the summer vacation. Just told me, she doesn't have much time for the show."

When Harry heard the words, he looked up at Professor Trelawney, only to find that her scaryly big, bulb-like eyes were looking towards him, so that Harry quickly lowered his head. Down.

Harry had always regarded her as a liar before. He didn't expect to learn from Dumbledore after the Ministry of Magic incident last semester that she actually made the prediction that led to Voldemort killing his parents and trying to treat him He also killed himself. After knowing this, Harry was even more reluctant to stay with her—fortunately, he stopped taking divination courses this semester.

As the dinner progressed, the food on the long table was finally replaced by desserts for a while.

Dumbledore stood up behind the staff’s table. The upper part of his podium was a metal shelf. Below the shelf, facing the auditorium, there was an owl sculpture. This owl sculpture stood with Dumbledore standing in front of the shelf. Unfolding its originally folded wings, its round **** eyes stared at all the little wizards below, and the wings flickered from time to time.

"Good evening, everyone," the laughter echoing in the auditorium subsided almost immediately, and Dumbledore said with a kindly smile, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire auditorium.

"What's wrong with his hand?" Hermione asked in astonishment, and Dumbledore's right hand was scorched and dry, lifeless.

She was not the only one who noticed this, and the auditorium was whispering. Allen saw that Dumbledore couldn't help but put on the ring as he had expected. He estimated and judged the power and erosion speed of the curse. Allen smiled with satisfaction, which can win him. For a long time, it can also prevent Dumbledore from choosing to use more radical methods to stop his actions and forcing himself to bear the notoriety of killing the world's greatest white wizard. As long as things go well, waiting for the result to be a foregone conclusion before removing this curse for this conservative old guy so that he can enjoy his old age will make up for him.

And noticing the surprised eyes of the others looking at his palm, Dumbledore just smiled gently, shaking his purple and gold sleeves, covering the injured hand.

"His hand was like this when I saw him during the summer vacation." Harry whispered to Hermione. "I thought he would have been cured long ago...or Madam Pomfrey would cure him."

"That hand looks like it's dead." Hermione said with an uncomfortable expression on her face. "Some injuries can never be cured...ancient curse...and some potions have no cure...etc. Wait! Maybe Ellen and Luna have a way. They seem to have studied the power of curses recently."

"... Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone that this year, students are absolutely prohibited from bringing any joke goods purchased from Weasley’s Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students who want to participate in the college Quidditch team, report their names as usual Dean. We are still looking for a new Quidditch game commentator, and those interested will also sign up with the dean. In addition, let me introduce the new teachers... Hogwarts' former Slytherin Dean Horace Professor Slughorn...I’m here to announce that he has agreed to come back and succeed the potions professor." Dumbledore’s words fell, Slughorn stood up, his bald head in the candlelight The shining belly in a vest cast a large shadow on the table.

"Potions class?" Ron turned his head to stare at Harry. "But you said..."

"At the same time, Professor Snape," Dumbledore raised his voice to overshadow the discussion, "will be the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Except for the enthusiastic applause from the students of Slytherin, the students of the other colleges doubted whether they had misheard. The whole auditorium heard the news that Snape finally got his wish and they were all talking.

"No!" Harry's screams of selflessness were so loud that many of the heads around the long table turned towards him. But he was not in the mood anymore, he just stared at the staff table angrily. How did he give Snape the teaching post of Defence Against the Dark Arts in the end? Didn’t everyone know for so many years that Dumbledore didn’t believe he was qualified for the job? "

"But, Harry, you didn't tell me Slughorn to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts a few days ago!" Ginny asked in surprise.

"I thought it was him!" Harry said, and he desperately recalled when Dumbledore told him, but now that I think about it carefully, he can't remember Dumbledore telling him which Slughorn had to teach. Class, I can only think of Slughorn with annoyance, saying that when he taught his mother Lily, his mother had a good grade in potions.

And Hermione, who had already known this appointment from Allen and the others, was a little surprised by the surprise of the surrounding lions: "The potions class Slughorn had taught at Hogwarts before, isn't such an appointment normal? No one wants to be a professor in the course of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Snape tries to apply every year..."

"Alright, there is a little benefit to this thing," Harry gritted his teeth. "Snape will be gone in less than a year."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

Harry said angrily: "That job was cursed by Voldemort. No one can last more than a year... Quirrell went in for even his life. Personally, I sincerely hope that another murder will happen..."

"Harry! How could you say that!" Hermione scolded in horror.

"By next year, the old bat will probably go back to teach his potions class." Ron rarely let his little head think rationally for a while, "My dad said that Professor Slughorn even taught mysterious people. Before the summer vacation, when the Death Eaters were still making trouble, it is said that they were also trying to find him~www.ltnovel.com~He is too old and willing to go back to school I think it is because it is safe enough..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and didn't seem to realize how sensational the news he had just announced was. He didn't talk about the teacher's job any more. Instead, he waited a few seconds to make sure everyone was completely silent before continuing to speak. Everyone in the auditorium knows that Voldemort and his followers..."

Then Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking because he found Alan on the Ravenclaw table standing up.

White hair, unnatural pale skin, and the retro magic robe with a somewhat evil temperament made the Muggle new students who didn't know him silent. There was silence in the auditorium, and Allen, who was being watched by the audience, walked slowly to the faculty seat. He deliberately looked around as if he had noticed that none of the chairs were empty.

Allen stood there, but there was no trace of embarrassment on his face, after all, he didn't think he was negligent.

"Come and sit here, Allen." Professor Flitwick waved to Allen, and he moved aside, because his small size made most of the chair space free.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, as if he only noticed this. He immediately apologized: "I'm so sorry, Professor Harris. I thought you would prefer to sit with the students, because you used to sit with Ravenclaw. At the table. Please forgive me for the old man's inconsideration, I will arrange one for you right away."

After the momentum unfolded, Allen, who looked quite captivating, was unexpected by those Muggle freshmen, not only because the real identity of the wizard who did not wear school uniform was actually a professor, but also because of bad peace. The first impression that provokes was different. Allen just smiled friendly and his voice was very gentle: "Thank you, Principal Dumbledore, no trouble."