Chapter 532: The Beginning of the School Year

In fact, Fan Lin caused quite a stir when he entered the hall.

Regarding what Fan Lin did that night, everyone had a shocked admiration and curiosity about Fan Lin through the exaggeration in the reports.

All Hogwarts students know that this person is always invisible but can stand up at critical moments...

(The conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin is basically led by Fan Lin and Harry.)

Everyone knows that their classmate is very strong, but exactly how strong he is has always been a mystery.

No one has seen Fan Lin take action with all his strength, and the only one he fought against Sirius seemed to count as one.

Although transfiguration and the like are very subtle, there is no comparison between this teaching-style duel and the battle of a dark wizard.

Maybe these students don't have much experience, but they are always stronger than some professors they don't like.

On the one hand, it is teaching, and on the other hand, it is actual combat. Between the two...

But fortunately it was a dinner party, and there was also a freshmen branch, so everyone just talked about it.

Speaking of branches...

In fact, Fan Lin has hardly attended any sorting ceremony since the first grade. It is verified...

First grade, second grade, third grade...

At the beginning of the fourth grade, Fan Lin finally reported normally.

This is a longing link.

A few people sat down at the table, and the sorting was about to begin, which made Fan Lin feel a little more relaxed.

However, he still had to answer questions from some friends, Dean, Seamus, Neville...

Suddenly I found that there were many people in Gryffindor.

There are others, or Laura from Slytherin.

This beautiful Slytherin girl, she just went to the wrong house...

At that moment, an extremely excited, breathless voice came from the table above.

"Hi, Harry! Fanlin!"

"That's Colin," Harry said carefully.

Fan Lin felt a little troubled. Colin was Harry's mystery brother, and now he seemed to be taking him with him. This was not a good thing. Fan Lin suspected that his photo was given to the Daily Prophet by Colin.

Fortunately, Colin's fanboy identity is very loyal, and his primary target is Harry.

"Harry, guess what, guess, Harry, my brother has started school, my brother Dennis!"

"Hmm, not bad." Harry said.

"He's so excited!" said Colin, jumping up and down on his seat deftly. "I just hope he gets sorted into Gryffindor! Oh! Harry, pray for him."

"Well, okay." Harry said, and he turned to Fanlin, Hermione and Ron.

"Brothers and sisters are usually in the same class, right?"

Harry was making his judgment based on the Weasley children, and all seven of them were sorted into Gryffindor.

"Oh, that's not necessarily true," Hermione said, "Paviti. Patti's twins are in Ravenclaw, and since they are twin sisters, you would think they would be together, right?"

Fan Lin took the opportunity to look up at the professor's table, which seemed to have more empty seats than usual.

Hagrid, of course, was still out there on the lake with the first years; Professor McGonagall might be supervising someone else drying the front hall floor, but there was still an empty seat, and that was Sirius's place, but now he belonged to someone else, Arras Tom Moody!

"Where is the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione said, looking at the teachers.

They had never had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that lasted more than a year, and by far everyone's favorite teacher was Professor Lupine, but at the same time, it was scary, a werewolf, even with wolfsbane. Pharmacy, but he still resigned last year.

Harry looked up and down the professor's desk. There were absolutely no new faces there.

"Maybe they can't find the next one!" Hermione said, looking anxious.

"This is not a strange thing." Ron whispered, "After all, that position is poisonous. Many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have left. Everyone thinks it is true."

"What really?" Harry asked.

"The curse of the mysterious man, I told you before."

"I don't pay much attention to it. Besides, curses are such things..."

This seemed incredible to Harry. The magic he was exposed to was all visible, and something as mysterious and mysterious as this...

"If you were lucky enough to have contact with wizards in Greece or Africa, you wouldn't think so." Fan Lin said.

"Curse is a very powerful magic, and it is very strange. There are no traces on the body. It only exists at the soul level." Fan Lin said, "It's like prophecy, but..."

"I don't think Professor Trauni is a powerful wizard and is proficient in curses." Hermione said bluntly, she hated Professor Trauni very much.

This is an incredible thing for a top student.

However, it is what it is.

Harry didn't intend to answer Hermione's words. In their small circle, they simply kept silent about the things Hermione hated.

For example, Trounie, or the issue of house elves' rights.

Harry surveyed the table more carefully. Professor Welliver, the spell teacher, was sitting on a pile of cushions. Next to him was the Herbology teacher, Professor Sputraw, who wore a gray hair on her head. Her hat was not very straight, and she was talking to Professor Sinister from the Department of Astronomy.

On Professor Sinister's other side was the yellow-faced, greasy-haired Potions Master - the most hated man in Hogwarts, and Harry hated Snape as much as Snape hated him.

If possible, Snape's hatred of him had intensified since the year before, when Harry helped Black - Snape and Black had been enemies since their school days. This was almost impossible to resolve, especially after Black's vindication, and the two of them had clashed more than once at school.

On Snape's other side was an empty seat, which Harry guessed might be Professor McGonagall's, and next to it, in the middle of the table, sat the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore.

His silver hair and long collar shone in the candlelight, and his gorgeous dark green gown was embroidered with many stars and moons. He held his chin with his slender fingers together, and stared at the ceiling through his half-moon glasses, as if lost in thought.

Harry also glanced at the ceiling, which was enchanted to look like the sky outside. He had never seen a sky like this before. The black and purple that foreshadowed a storm rolled across the sky. As another thunder rumbled outside, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

"It's the same as the sky outside. This is not a good sign." Hermione frowned.

"Today is the freshman year. Why don't you make the ceiling better?" (To be continued)