Chapter 738 New Professor

In the Hogwarts auditorium, the other young wizards of the academy were already sitting around four long tables. The velvety black ceiling above the tables was dotted with starlight, and thousands of candles floating in mid-air illuminated the dining room. Glittering gold plates and goblets stood on four tables. There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is the teacher's seat.

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

"I'll tell you later." Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and said briefly. He was alert to find that the wizards around him were listening to his conversation with Ron. My previous embarrassing experience.

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

"He said he had a big fall." Hermione, who was a step behind saying goodbye to Ellen Luna, also returned to the Gryffindor long table at this time, she completely forgot that she still had that weird face on her head The anti-demon glasses helped Harry attract the attention of many lion cubs.

Harry wished they all thought he had done a brave thing, preferably facing two Death Eaters and a Dementor, but he was a little worried now that Pansy Parkinson would tell For her classmates in the Snake Academy, this embarrassing experience would be passed on to other Gryffindors.

Alan and Luna also sat back at the Ravenclaw long table, but Helena found that she had missed the practice of ghosts scaring first-year students over the years. But she didn't give up, she still ran and wandered around the group of freshmen who were waiting for sorting - although this didn't have much effect on the little wizards who had just experienced it once.

Then Helena floated across the room, through the walls and out of the auditorium, along with the other waiting academy ghosts and the twenty or so pearly-white, translucent normal ghosts who were whispering.

The singing of the Sorting Hat was similar to previous years, but it emphasized a few more words about the need to unite to face the enemy, and then sorted the freshmen into their respective colleges.

"Have you noticed that the number of people coming to Ravenclaw this year is much higher than in previous years." Fleger pointed to the long Ravenclaw table where welcome applause erupted from time to time.

"The Sorting Hat will consider the wizard's personal wishes." Hermione thought of her experience of being almost sorted into Ravenclaw in the first year, and couldn't help but regret that she had blindly followed some articles about Gryffindor being the best house. She insisted on making herself a student of the Lion Academy, she paused to adjust her emotions and continued, "Alan is now famous and hailed as the new savior, and there are many young wizards who want to go to Ravenclaw because of this. "

Neville turned his head and looked at the long tables of each college seriously: "But they are still the fewest in number, and Hufflepuffs still have the largest number of people every year."

Hermione added: "The Sorting Hat doesn't just consider the wizard's personal wishes. You have to have at least some obvious characteristics. Hufflepuff accepts everyone and treats them equally, even if you don't quite fit theirs. There were no admissions criteria or any traits that were evident."

As the last freshman walked into Ravenclaw, the dinner officially began, and the long table was filled with all kinds of food in an instant, which made those freshmen who had never seen the "wizard world" dumbfounded. A veteran like En has already picked up a chicken leg with his left and right hands and gnawed on it recklessly.

Ginny nudged Harry lightly: "Hagrid is waving at you, Harry."

Harry looked towards the staff table, and Hagrid was waving at him, so he smiled back at Hagrid.

Even though the half-blood giant felt much better after his experience in the umbrella than when he was completely out of tune a few years ago, the innocence and carelessness revealed from time to time still seemed very incongruous when he got together with the majestic Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was Head of Gryffindor, and the top of her head came up between Hagrid's elbow and shoulder when they sat together.

At this moment, McGonagall showed dissatisfaction when she saw Hagrid greet him so enthusiastically, and she also bumped him with her elbow, reminding Hagrid that he should maintain his dignity as a teacher of the Protection of Magical Animals class-but with Jin What's different about Ni is that the strength she used doesn't look light, because Hagrid maintained his waving motion, froze his smile, and suddenly bent his body sideways to make a bigger movement...

Harry couldn't bear to look straight away, but was surprised to find that sitting on the other side of Hagrid was Professor Sybill Trelawney, the teacher of divination - the one who hosted the program on Harris TV looked more beautiful than her. It was weirder before, but financially better off, because Harry found that the decorations, which were even weirder than Mad Girl's homemade ornaments, looked a lot better than the ones she used to use.

"I'm really surprised that Professor Trelawney is still willing to come back to teach. Her current TV show is so popular." Romilda Vanney just noticed Harry's gaze, and she glanced at it, and said to herself said aloud, and was satisfied that he had managed to draw Harry's eyes back to him.

Lavender Brown's attention was also attracted by Romida's words. She turned her head to the black-haired witch with a protruding chin and said, "Isn't this a great thing? When Professor Trelawney corresponded with me during the summer vacation Just told me, she doesn't have much time to do the show."

Hearing this, Harry looked up at Professor Trelawney again, only to find her frighteningly large, bulb-like eyes looking towards him, and Harry quickly lowered his head again in fright. down.

Harry had always regarded her as a liar before, but he did not expect to learn from Dumbledore after the incident at the Ministry of Magic last semester that it was she who made the prophecy, which caused Voldemort to kill his parents and tried to kill him. He also committed suicide. Knowing this made Harry even more reluctant to stay with her - fortunately, he was not taking Divination this term.

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

Dumbledore stood up behind the staff dining table. There was a metal shelf on top of his podium. Under the shelf facing the auditorium was a sculpture of an owl. This owl sculpture followed Dumbledore in front of the shelf. It unfolded its originally folded wings, its round ginger eyes stared at all the little wizards below, and its wings fluttered from time to time.

"Good evening to all," said Dumbledore, smiling benevolently, as the chatter and laughter echoing through the Great Hall died down almost immediately, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire Hall.

"What happened to his hand?" Hermione asked in amazement, Dumbledore's right hand was black and dry, lifeless.

She wasn't the only one who noticed this, the auditorium was filled with murmurs. Seeing that Dumbledore really couldn't resist the temptation to put on the ring as he had expected, Allen estimated and judged the power and erosion speed of the curse, and Allen smiled with satisfaction. A lot of time can also prevent Dumbledore from choosing to use more extreme methods to stop his actions and make himself have to bear the notoriety of killing the world's greatest white wizard. As long as things go well, it will be a redemption for the conservative old guy to remove the curse when the result is a foregone conclusion so that he can enjoy his old age in peace.

Noticing the surprised eyes of others looking at his palm, Dumbledore just smiled gently, shaking his purple and gold sleeve to cover the injured hand.

"His hands were like that when I saw him over the summer," Harry whispered to Hermione. "I thought he'd been cured...or Madam Pomfrey had cured him."

"That hand looks dead," said Hermione with a distressed expression on her face. "Some wounds never heal...ancient curses...and some potions have no cure...etc. Wait! Maybe Alan and Luna have a solution, they seem to have done a lot of research on the power of curses recently."

"...Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone that students are absolutely prohibited from bringing any joke merchandise purchased from Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes this year. Students who want to play on the house Quidditch team, as usual, report their names to Dean. We are still looking for a new Quidditch commentator, and those who are interested can also apply to the dean. In addition, I will introduce the new teachers to you... Horace Horace, the former Slytherin head of Hogwarts Professor Slughorn... I have the honor to announce that he has agreed to come back as Potions Professor." Dumbledore's voice fell, and Slughorn stood up, his bald head in the candlelight A shiny, waistcoated belly cast a large shadow on the table.

"Potions?" Ron turned his head and stared at Harry, "but you said..."

"At the same time, Professor Snape," Dumbledore raised his voice over the others' comments, "will be the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Apart from the enthusiastic applause from the Slytherin students, the students from other colleges wondered if they had heard it wrong. The whole auditorium heard the news that Snape had finally got his wish, and they were all talking about it.

"No!" Harry's ecstatic scream was so loud that many heads at the surrounding tables turned in his direction. But he was in no mood to care anymore, he just stared angrily at the staff table. How did it end up giving Snape the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching job? Didn't everyone know over the years that Dumbledore didn't believe he was up to the job? "

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

"I thought it was him!" said Harry, trying desperately to remember when Dumbledore had told him, however, thinking about it now, he couldn't remember Dumbledore telling him which subject Slughorn was going to teach. class, and could only recall with chagrin that Slughorn had said that his mother had done well in Potions when he was teaching his mother Lily.

And Hermione, who had already known about the appointment from Allen and the others, was a little surprised by the surprise of the little lions around: "Isn't it normal for Slughorn to teach Potions class at Hogwarts before? Defense Against the Dark Arts is a course that few people want to teach, and Snape tries to apply every year..."

"Well, there's a good thing about it," said Harry through gritted 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 even took his life. Personally, I sincerely hope that there will be another murder..."

"Harry! How can you say that!" Hermione reproached in horror.

"By next year, the old bat will probably go back to teach his Potions class." Ron rarely allowed his little head to think rationally for a while, "My dad said that Professor Slughorn even taught the mysterious man." , when the Death Eaters were still making noise before the summer vacation, it is said that they were also trying to find him, he was too old, and he was willing to go back to school because it was safe enough here I think..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, as if he didn't realize how sensational the news he just announced was. He didn't say anything about the teacher's position, but waited for a few seconds to ensure that everyone was completely quiet before continuing, "This Everyone in the Hall knows that Voldemort and his entourage..."

Then Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking again because he noticed Alan standing up from the Ravenclaw table.

White hair, unnaturally pale skin, and the retro magic robes with a somewhat evil temperament made the Muggle freshmen who didn't know him shiver. There was silence in the auditorium, and Allen, who was watched by the audience, walked slowly to the faculty seat. He deliberately looked left and right as if he had noticed that no chair was empty.

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

"Come and sit here, Alan." Professor Flitwick waved to Alan, and he moved to the side, because most of the seat was vacant due to his small stature.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment as if he had just noticed this, and 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 On the table. Please forgive me for being careless as an old man, and I will arrange it for you right away.”

Allen, who looked quite attractive after the momentum unfolded, was beyond the expectations of the Muggle freshmen at this time, not only because the real identity of this wizard without a school uniform was actually a professor, but also because he was not good with each other. The first impression of the provocation was different. Allen just smiled very friendly, and his voice was unusually gentle: "Thank you, Principal Dumbledore, don't bother."