Chapter 837 New Teacher

"Warning, I'm curious about what big things happened. You know, there are many things that can't be checked." Fan Lin asked.

"Perhaps it is some kind of crisis, but I have experienced very few that can be regarded as crises. Very few things will endanger Hogwarts itself, so for Hogwarts, it is just something difficult to handle. It's just troublesome." Nick said, "If you want to know more details, maybe you can ask Professor Binns. He is one of the few omniscient people in Hogwarts."

"Omniscient..." Fan Lin was a little speechless. Although Professor Binns' professional ability was very strong, Professor Binns' tone and so on were not something ordinary people could bear. Even Hermione felt the pain, and even more so. Stop talking about him.

"How does it know the school is in danger if it's just a hat?" Ron said suddenly.

Ron's mouth was stuffed with food, and Harry thought it was a great achievement that he was able to make these garbled noises.

"I didn't hear it clearly, can you repeat it again?"

Sir Nicholas asked politely as Hermione's face turned into disgust.

Ron made a huge swallowing motion and said, "If it was just a hat, how did it know that the school was in crisis?"

"I know nothing of it," said Sir Nicholas. "Of course the Sorting Hat has been living in Dumbledore's office, and I daresay it heard something there."

"And it requires all houses to be friends?" Harry said, looking carefully at the Slytherin table, where little Malfoy was receiving the adulation of others. "No chance."

"Well, now, you shouldn't adopt that attitude," Nick said reproachfully, "Peaceful cooperation is the key. Even though we ghosts are from different houses, we maintain friendship. Although in Gryffindor and There is rivalry among Slytherins, but I never wanted to argue with Balon the Blood (Slytherin's ghost, the person Nick fears the most) about it."

"That's just because you're afraid of him," Ron said.

Sir Nicholas looked seriously insulted. "Afraid? I wish I could still feel fear, Nicholas Demimus—Mr. Porpington has never been timid in his life! Noble blood flows in my veins—"

"What blood?" Ron asked, "Can you confirm if you still have blood?"

"This is a metaphor!" Headless Nick is now so annoyed that his head, which is only connected to a few pieces of skin, is shaking with anger. "I think I am still allowed to use any words I like, even including enjoying eating and drinking. I will not deny the fun! And I warn you, I will never allow students to joke about my death!"

"Nick, he wasn't really laughing at you!" Hermione said, throwing an accusing look at Ron.

Unfortunately, Ron's mouth was once again filled with food, so all he could manage was some vague whining noises, which in Nick's opinion was obviously not a sufficient apology.

Nick flew straight into the air away from them to join him at the other end of the table, taking the empty seat between the Craven brothers, Colin, and Dennis.

"Well done, Ron," Hermione growled angrily.

"What?" Ron said angrily, trying his best to swallow his food. "Aren't you allowed to ask a simple question?"

"Oh, forget it," said Hermione grumpily, "I really hope you've had a good brain scan."

Fan Lin was so accustomed to their quarrels that he didn't bother to mediate for them; in fact, Fan Lin just comforted Hermione and then turned Hermione's face towards him, which could solve many problems. question.

Harry, on the other hand, was more direct. He felt that it would be a better choice to spend his energy on delicious food, and then a large plate of his favorite dessert appeared.

When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the hall began to rise again, Dumbledore stood up from his chair again. The discussion stopped immediately, and all the students turned to look at the principal.

Harry now felt pleasantly drowsy. His four-poster bed was waiting for him somewhere upstairs, a very warm and soft bed.

"Okay, now that we have had a grand banquet again, I hope everyone will pay attention. We will now make a general opening announcement," said Dumbledore. "The first years must understand that the woods in the clearing are Students are not allowed to enter - and some old students should understand this again."

Almost at the same time, everyone in Gryffindor gave weird smiles. This didn't change anything. Hogwarts was still Hogwarts.

"Mr. Filch, the administrator, has asked me, and he spoke to me for four hundred and sixty seconds, to remind you that no magic is allowed in the corridors between classrooms, and there are many other regulations, all of which are detailed now. Posted on Mr. Filch's office door."

"This is the same old thing." Ron whispered, and then he felt a stern look, possibly from Professor McGonagall, but considering the distance, Hermione was more reliable.

"There are two changes to our teaching staff this year. We are delighted to welcome back Professor Grupplan, who will be in charge of Care of Magical Creatures; and I am also delighted to introduce Ms Umbridge, who will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Class teacher.”

There was a burst of polite but completely devoid of enthusiasm cheers in the hall. Fanlin and Hermione exchanged a slightly unpleasant look at this time. Fanlin had secretly told Hermione about Ms. Umbridge.

Dumbledore did not say how long Professor Graplan would teach him, but after Hagrid came back, Fanlin hoped that two people would teach him.

Hagrid's courses are not suitable for everyone.

Dumbledore continued: "The House Quidditch Preliminaries will be held..."

Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore stopped and looked at Professor Umbridge in confusion. The woman stood little taller than she sat, and for a moment no one knew why Dumbledore stopped.

But then Professor Umbridge cleared her throat and said, "Well, well," and it became clear that she had stood up to give a speech. Dumbledore only glanced back, then sat down gracefully and looked at Professor Umbridge attentively, as if his greatest expectation was to listen to Professor Umbridge speak.

The other teachers could not hide their surprise.

Professor Snape's eyebrows were covered by bangs, and Professor McGonagall's mouth became the thinnest Harry had ever seen. Never before had a new teacher interrupted Professor Dumbledore. Many students were giggling; this woman clearly had no idea how things were supposed to be done at Hogwarts. (To be continued)