Chapter 1,120

In fact, Professor Snape didn't speak for about a minute.

This made Harry feel waves of hatred rising in his body. This hatred was so strong, but Snape didn't feel it burning him. This seemed a bit incredible. Harry began to hate Snape when he was young, but Snape's attitude towards Sirius made it impossible for Harry to forgive him.

No matter what Dumbledore said, even Snape had taught him, but Snape's attitude was really difficult for him to accept.

And not only Harry, Fan Lin also felt a strange sense of oppression. The person who came to pick them up was Professor Snape. This was not an interesting thing. If you don't consider the situation of seeking death...

"I think you two deserve fifty points from Gryffindor for being late," Snape said. "And, let me see, Potter deserves another twenty points for his Muggle bundle. You know, I don't believe any house could have negative marks so early in the term - and we haven't even started yet. Eat pudding. You may have set another record, aren't you right, Potter?"

The rage and hatred in Harry's heart seemed to burn hotly, but he would rather remain frozen in the train back to London than tell Snape why he was late.

"It's just an accident, Professor..." Fan Lin laughed twice, "I mean..."

"I guess you might want to go in, right?" Snape continued. He ignored Fan Lin's explanation and just gave Fan Lin a cold look. As for what it meant specifically, Fan Lin could only Continue to experience it.

The general meaning is, shut up and see you in the office in the evening.

It can probably be explained this way.

Fanlin just laughed twice.

Touching Professor Snape's brow, probably only Harry would do such a courageous thing. Even the Weasley brothers, in this case, it would be difficult for Dobby to do so.

"Without the flying car, do you think that breaking into the auditorium in the middle of the banquet should create a sensation?" Snape completely ignored Fanlin next to him. It can be said that if Harry were not here, Snape would The first time I saw Fan Lin, I would definitely turn around and go back to the auditorium.

On the one hand, he was not worried about Fan Lin's safety. It could be said that having one or two Death Eaters practice his skills was something Fan Lin was eager to do.

Harry remained silent, even though his lungs were bursting with rage. He knew that Snape's purpose in picking him up was to stimulate and torture him for a few minutes without being heard.

They finally reached the steps of the castle, and when the oak door was opened to reveal the entrance hall hung with countless flags, a burst of laughter and the clatter of cups and plates suddenly came from the open door of the auditorium.

Harry wondered if he could slip on his invisibility cloak and slip to his seat at the Gryffindor table (which, troublesomely, was furthest from the entrance hall) without being noticed.

But Snape, as if reading his mind, said, "No cloaks allowed. You can let everyone see you walking in, and I'm sure that's the way you want it."

"And you, go in with Potter." Snape said coldly, and Fan Lin stopped immediately.

Harry immediately strode towards the open door: he would have done anything to get rid of Snape.

But Fan Lin is different. To be honest, this way of opening is a bit more eye-catching... Well, although he will lead these first-year students later, it is very bad. This way may be left at the end of the banquet. More appropriate.

There were four long college tables in the auditorium hall, and a staff table at the end of the room. The ceiling was decorated as before with suspended candles, which made the tableware below sparkle.

But to Harry they were all a blur of light, because he walked so fast that no one really started to notice him when he passed the Hufflepuff table, and when they started to stand up and think about it, When he glanced at him, he had already spotted Ron and Hermione, so he walked faster along the bench towards them and squeezed in between them to sit down.

"Where have you two been - oh my god, what happened to your face?" said Ron, glaring at Harry along with those around him.

"What, is something wrong?" Harry said, grabbing a spoon and glancing at his distorted head.

"You have blood all over your face!" Hermione said. “Come here—she raised her wand and said, “Decontamination! "Sucked away the blood from Harry's face.

"Thank you," Harry said, touching his now clean face. "What does my nose look like?"

"Normal," Hermione said uneasily. "Why is this abnormal? Harry, what happened? We were all scared!"

"I'll tell you later." Harry replied simply. He noticed that Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were all eavesdropping; even Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, floated over from the other side of the stool to join the eavesdroppers. of ranks.

"But -" said Hermione.

"Not now, Hermione," Harry suggested in a significant tone. He wanted them all to think he had done something heroic, preferably an encounter with a few Death Eaters and a Dementor or something. Of course, Malfoy would definitely spread the story as far as he could, but there was still a chance that not too many Gryffindor students would hear it.

He reached past Ron to grab a chicken drumstick and a handful of chips, but before he could reach them the food on his plate disappeared, replaced by various puddings.

"You two missed the sorting ceremony again, no matter what," Hermione said angrily, completely different from her previous attitude of caring about Harry, this is very special...

"Oh, actually this is not my intention, but I think I might..."

"I left some for you." Hermione looked at Fan Lin with disgust, pointed her wand, and two silver trays appeared on the table out of thin air, "And Harry's."

Meanwhile Ron pounced on a large piece of chocolate cream cake.

"Did the Sorting Hat say anything interesting?" Fan Lin took a piece of syrupy fruit pie.

"It's pretty much the same thing, really... I suggest everyone unite to face a common enemy or something, you know."

"Did Dumbledore mention Voldemort?"

"Not yet, but he usually saves his unique speech for after dinner, doesn't he? It won't be long."

"By the way, Snape said Hagrid is late too -" Harry suddenly interrupted, "What's going on? Hagrid hasn't come back yet?"

"Did you meet Snape? How did you meet him?" Ron's mouth was filled with cream cake.

"Just a bump," Harry replied vaguely.

"Bumped into?" Hermione stared at Harry distrustfully, and then set her sights on Fan Lin, who was solving a piece of pie.

"Oh, yes, Professor Snape is responsible for guarding the gate..." Fan Lin said, his words full of naturalness...

"Well... Hagrid was only a few minutes late," Hermione said. "Look, he's waving at you, Harry."

Harry looked over to the staff table, and Hagrid was actually waving in his direction, and Harry grinned at him.

Hagrid has always been incompatible with the noble image of Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor. When the two of them sat together, Professor McGonagall's head was only as high as Hagrid's elbows and shoulders. She seemed to be enthusiastic about Hagrid. The greeting was somewhat disapproving.

Harry was also surprised to see Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher sitting on the other side of Hagrid; Trelawney rarely left her room in the tower and never attended the opening party. She still looked as weird as ever, with shiny beads and several scarves wrapped around her, and her eyes were huge behind her spectacles.

Harry had always thought she was just a liar, but at the end of last term Harry was shocked to discover that she was the one who made the prophecy that led to Voldemort killing Harry's parents and trying to kill him. This incident made him even more reluctant to stay with her. Fortunately, he was no longer taking divination classes this semester.

Trelawney's beacon-like eyes turned towards him; he quickly turned his gaze to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was imitating a broken nose, which caused a burst of laughter and applause from everyone around him.

Harry stared down at his treacle tart, feeling furious again. He was willing to have a one-on-one duel with Malfoy at all costs...

"So tell me what Professor Slughorn is going to do?" Hermione asked.

"Wonder what's going on at the Ministry of Magic," Harry said. "He's just like everyone else here,"

Hermione scoffed. "People ask us about this all the time on the train, don't they, Ron?"

"That's right," Ron said. "Everyone wants to know if you are really the 'Mr. Right' - and Fan Lin, they want to know if you two are really fighting Voldemort."

"Oh, of course..." Fan Lin said vaguely, "Actually..."

"Eat your food." Hermione said angrily, and then tapped Fan Lin's head with her hand.

"It's a subject that's discussed a lot among us ghosts," Nearly Headless Nick interjected, his barely coherent head tilting towards Harry, dangling dangerously on the edge of the ring collar. "I am something of a Potter authority among them; everyone knows that we are friends. I have promised the ghosts that I will not pester him with questions under any circumstances." Harry Potter knows that he can trust me completely. ,' I told them, 'I would rather die than betray his trust.'"

"That doesn't mean anything, you're already dead," Ron said casually.

"Once again you've shown that you're as nimble as a blunt axe," the nearly headless Nick said in an offended tone, floating back into the air and sliding to the other end of the Gryffindor table to meet him. At the same time, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table, and the chatter and laughter echoing in the auditorium disappeared almost immediately.

"I wish you all the best night!" He smiled brightly and spread his arms as if to embrace the entire auditorium.

"It's about to begin." Fan Lin wiped his mouth. Fortunately, before Dumbledore announced the end of the banquet, he had completely eliminated the food in front of him.

"Start with what?" Ron asked confused.

"Of course it's what you said before, Dumbledore's speech..." Harry had some small expectations for this, but when he thought of the eyes of the people around him, Harry suddenly realized how troubled Fan Lin would be. , you must know that Fanlin has never liked this before, and he was forced to get used to it.

"Okay...freshmen, welcome to your arrival; old students, welcome back! Another whole year of magic education is waiting for you..."

"Yes, for a whole year, I hope so." Fan Lin said, but since Voldemort returned, not even Dumbledore dared to guarantee the safety here, nor Malfoy.

I don’t know what Lucius was thinking about murdering Dumbledore. In fact, Fanlin really wanted to have a talk with Lucius. And based on Draco’s current situation, Fanlin believed that the relationship between The conversation can get really interesting.

"...Our administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to issue a ban that applies to everyone, prohibiting the bringing of any prank items purchased from a shop called Weasley's Wizard Wheezes." Dumbledore said, and Gerard There was a commotion on the Lanffindor side. Obviously, this thing is very common. After all, the Weasley brothers came out from here. But as for whether this law can be carried out, anyway, without Umbridge and his like, After becoming a professor, Mr. Filch might have a very busy life, but at least Filch became smarter and banned a series directly.

If the Ministry of Magic appears with a lot of Weasley products, this may become very exciting. At least Fanlin still has the confidence to make the iron cloak and the like more perfect.

Maybe they could also develop armor to protect against Avada's Kedavra, relying on biological activity to resist it, but the number of phoenixes is too rare.

"Those who want to join the college Quidditch team this school year, please submit your names to your dean as usual. We also need a new game commentator. If you are interested, please also submit your name to the dean." Deng Bullido continued to speak, and Harry listened very carefully, after all, this was about Quidditch.

"Of course, we are pleased to welcome a new member of the faculty this year. Professor Slughorn." Slughorn stood up, his bald head reflecting the candlelight, and his belly under his waistcoat casting shadows over the table. , "He is an old colleague of mine who has agreed to return to his old position as Potions teacher."

"Potions?"

"Potions?" The word echoed in the hall, and everyone wondered if they heard it wrong.

"Potions?" Ron and Hermione said together, turning to stare at Harry, "But you said -"

"Professor Snape, in the meantime," Dumbledore raised his voice above all the murmurs, "will be taking up the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"No!" Harry shouted, and many heads turned to him. He didn't care; he just stared angrily at the staff table. How could Snape get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this time? Didn't everyone know for so many years that Dumbledore couldn't trust him to do this job?

"But, Harry, you said Slughorn would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Hermione said. (To be continued)