Chapter 634: Sixth Grade Starts

"Do you want a Quibbler?" "

"Do you want a Quibbler?" "

In the aisle of the Hogwarts Express, the disembodied voice of the blond newspaper seller sounded from time to time. Luna stepped aside to give way to pedestrians, took a few steps forward and came to Ginny, looking at the dwarf on her shoulder with bright eyes. Pu: "It's so cute!"

Ginny smiled and greeted her friends: "Weasley's Wise Workshop products, did you know that they can also sing on Boxing Day?"

Luna stared at the little guy and thought for a moment, shook her head, and then took out a magazine: "Want the Quibbler?" free. "

"Of course." Ginny took it and noticed the weird-looking glasses on the cover at a glance, and asked casually, "Monster-proof glasses... what are these?"

"A special kind of glasses..."

The ethereal and light hawking sound passed through one car after another, and occasionally drifted out of the car along the cracks in the windows. It was immediately covered up by the sound of the wheels turning, and was blown away by the strong wind howling in the wilderness.

In the compartment at the end of the train, Loren was flipping through the summer special issue of "The Quibbler" with great interest, hearing Harry's low-pitched voice.

"What did Voldemort do in Ilvermorny?"

"How many Horcruxes did he make?"

"Don't you think he was in Ilvermorny also to make Horcruxes?" Harry leaned forward slightly, his tone a little anxious, "Think about that strange snakewood, this is in line with his style of doing things..."

"Stop talking, Harry..." Hermione held down the course selection booklet open in her hand, "I know what you want to say. Principal Fontana and MACUSA have both inspected the snake tree, and there is nothing abnormal."

"Wait, I don't understand what you are talking about?" Ron looked confused.

"There is a magical tree in Ilvermorny, which is said to be derived from the wand left by Slytherin. Harry suspected that Voldemort might have made that tree into a wand..." Loren paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully, " That snake tree is indeed suspicious, at least there must be something wrong in Ilvermorny, otherwise the werewolf and Voldemort would not stay for a long time."

"But the Magical Congress is still investigating, and there are currently no clues." Hermione looked down at the manual again.

"Sigh..." Harry glanced at almost all the circled courses in the manual and felt a little heartbroken. "I hope I can get Professor Slughorn's memory this semester and get some useful clues in his memory."

Hearing this, Ron turned to look at him with a puzzled expression: "But haven't we agreed that we won't take the Potions improvement class this semester, and your grades are only good, so you won't be able to enter the improvement class."

Harry was stunned.

Loren looked up at him with an inexplicable smile on his face: "It was like this when Professor Snape taught this class. Professor Slughorn was happy to accept students with "good" grades into the advanced class. What you need to worry about is another question...have you purchased your textbooks for this semester? "

Harry didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that his smile was very weird: "Maybe I can write to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore and order new textbooks by mail..."

"If you don't have enough time, I suggest you go to the utility cabinet behind the Potions classroom and look through it. There are some old textbooks in there, and you might be able to gain something."

"Let's talk about it then..."

…

Draco, Slytherin's prefect, finished his inspection, dismissed Pansy Parkinson with a few words, and hid in an empty cubicle. After closing the door and turning around, he realized that there was already someone inside.

Theodore Nott, who was looking out the window, heard the sound, turned his head and looked over, thought for a moment, and smiled politely: "Greetings to you, distinguished Prefect Malfoy!"

"When did cold Nott start to joke?"

Draco sat down opposite, expressionless.

During the summer vacation, the two of them kept communicating. Knowing that the situation in the Nott family was not good, their family's visitation review was stricter. During the two months of summer vacation, they only saw the old Nott once, and some branches of the family had already fled.

"Anyone who lives in a Death Eater prisoner's house for two months would be depressed, especially since I have no homework this summer. My mother even persuaded me to drop out of school and take care of the house."

"Very good, why don't you agree?"

"How can this be done? I'm still thinking about taking the Potions certificate, and it's easier to go back to school. I'll go crazy if I stay at home any longer." Nott lazily leaned on his seat, a little inelegant, without any scruples. The gesture of a pure-blood family, "How is your family?"

"It's about the same as your home."

Draco's answer was vague.

He couldn't tell him that Voldemort stayed at Malfoy Manor for a few more days, and Professor Snape held a resurrection ceremony in his backyard.

Nott nodded and did not continue to ask. He always had a sense of propriety when dealing with his classmates: "If you want to be liberal, at least the laws of the Ministry of Magic are looser than those of the Magic Congress, and those old guys will not be sent to the death chamber immediately."

"..."

"What elective subjects do you plan to take this semester?"

"Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"..."

The train was enveloped in a strange atmosphere. After a summer vacation, even the dullest Muggle-born students had heard about the horrific attacks in Diagon Alley. The students had already learned that the Dark Lord had made public News of their comeback, some people even witnessed the dementors gathering and causing the gray fog to fill the air.

Even the liveliest Gryffindor couldn't help but lower his voice when talking about those people.

The express train rumbled through the wilderness hills. It was still sunny when it departed in the morning. After lunch and passing through a tunnel, the sky gradually darkened, and the dark clouds became thicker and thicker. As it approached Hogsmeade Station, it rained continuously.

The young wizards swarmed down in a mess, with mud and rain splashing everywhere. The figure of Hagrid, the gamekeeper, was drowned in the misty rain. He couldn't maintain order even if he shouted at the top of his voice. The sobbing of girls could be heard faintly from the group of first-year students.

Seeing this, Neville immediately handed the umbrella to Hannah and stood out to maintain order. The prefects of other colleges followed suit, except for Pansy, the female prefect of Slytherin, who was a little dissatisfied and calmed down after being scolded by Draco.

The team was reorganized, and the freshmen stumbled to the lake to board the boat. From time to time, two unlucky guys fell into the lake and were picked up by Hagrid. Other grades boarded the carriage and entered the school in an orderly manner. More people could see the Thestrals.

Running into the entrance hall in the rain, the bright firelight and warm breath hit us. As usual, the students once again embraced the shelter of Hogwarts.

…

"A long time ago, I was still a new hat

At that time, Hogwarts was not yet built

The four founders of the noble school

Thought they would never go their separate ways

…"

The worn-out Sorting Hat sang last year's lyrics in a loud voice. The tune was still familiar, and two more patches were added to the crack. The students looked at the Sorting Hat, the professors in the guest seats, and the old headmaster who was humming the harmony softly, and felt a sense of peace in their hearts.

"Liam Bulstrode."

"Slytherin!"

"…"

While the freshmen were performing the Sorting Ceremony, students around the long table of the college whispered with the people sitting next to them. Loren and Hermione listened to their chatter while applauding the freshmen who were sorted into Gryffindor.

"See, there is a centaur sitting in the guest seat, right next to Professor Hagrid!" A second-year wizard whispered, and the people next to him immediately responded to the discussion.

"Hey, how did he sit down?"

"He's so handsome. Look, his eyes are as beautiful as jacarandas, his hair is white and golden, and even his mane is light golden..." The little witches around nodded in agreement.

Hearing girls of the same age praising other males, Gryffindor's Euan Abercrombie curled his lips: "Maybe it's a teaching aid for the Care of Magical Creatures class?"

At the Hufflepuff table, Rolf's forehead twitched, thinking about revealing this to Firenze. Will he be so angry that he will run back to the Forbidden Forest directly: "Centaurs are not magical creatures. As early as the second wizard council, they were classified as humans... This is Firenze. His tribe is in the Forbidden Forest and rarely communicates with the outside world. He should have been invited to Hogwarts."

"Is that so? I thought only those who look like humans are considered humans." A little wizard sighed.

"What is he here for?"

"..."

The opening banquet was the same as in previous years, but it seemed different. The noisy discussions did not include the twins and Lee Jordan's shouting and booing. It felt that Gryffindor was not as lively as before. There were fewer familiar figures around the long table of the college, such as Angelina, Cedric, and the annoying Marcus...

Loren looked at Professor Trelawney in the corner of the guest of honor. She looked as weird as before, with sparkling beads around her neck, a long fur shawl, and her eyes were wide and scary.

His Divination grades were excellent, and he could choose the Divination Advanced Class, but it seemed unnecessary.

Trelawney, who was drinking, seemed to have received instructions from the third eye and looked over here. Loren quickly moved his eyes away and looked at Firenze who was whispering to Hagrid.

There was a black hoof-shaped bruise on his chest, which seemed to have been kicked in the chest by an angry centaur.

It seemed that this open-minded centaur chose to come to Hogwarts and should have endured a lot of criticism in the tribe. Only a few centaurs can understand that the centaurs' secluded life will not last long, and they must find a new way out.

In the short term, the wizard war started by the Dark Lord may affect the centaurs at any time. In the long term, as the scope of human activities gradually expands, the primeval forest is no longer safe.

I don't know whether Firenze chose to leave the tribe on his own initiative or was invited by the principal.

On the right side of the guest of honor, Grindelwald looked at the centaurs beside him and raised his glass to greet him: "Mr. Firenze, if I'm not mistaken, you should have been exiled by other centaurs..."

"They think that I betray my compatriots by working for humans." Firenze lowered his eyes to hide the gloom that flashed across his eyes.

"What made you leave the forest and come to the strange human world?"

"The instructions of the stars." Firenze said calmly, "Jupiter was hit, the solar storm came, and the world was in an unprecedented change."

Grindelwald nodded, showing a thoughtful expression: "Seeing into the future, peeping into the truth, your astrology, no, your astrology is very powerful."

"I can't interpret such complex astrology. The elder asked me to do this before he died. He discussed it with Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Your elders are very wise."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Bagshot."

...

After the sorting ceremony, the students had a full meal. In addition to the funeral march in memory of George and Fred, their doubts about the centaur were also answered.

"Mr. Filch, the administrator, asked me to tell everyone that this year, students are absolutely prohibited from bringing the following items... including any joke products purchased from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes...

"Considering that the main players of each college are absent due to graduation, this year's Quidditch game will be postponed. Each team will focus on recruiting players and team training in the first two months. Students who want to join the college Quidditch team should report their names to the dean as usual...

"In addition, we are still looking for new Quidditch game commentators. Those who are interested can also sign up with the dean."

After talking about these insignificant things, Dumbledore cleared his throat, looked around the hall, and announced loudly: "... Professor Firenze and Professor Trelawney will jointly take charge of this year's Divination class!"

The little witches chattered: "I'm suddenly interested in taking the Divination class!"

"Me too!"

"..."

No one noticed that Trelawney, who was sitting in the corner of the guest of honor, silently raised his glass and let the cold sherry pour into his throat, his heart aching.

Dumbledore listened to the students' discussion with a smile. He did not talk about the teaching position again. Instead, he waited for a few seconds to make sure that everyone was completely quiet before continuing to speak.

"The last thing, I think you all know that Voldemort and his followers are making trouble again, and their power is growing... Every day, every hour, every second, the dark forces are trying to invade Hogwarts... The current situation is very dangerous, and everyone needs to be extremely cautious and not take it lightly...

"Many people put their hopes on an old man like me, but I am absolutely sure that the most powerful weapon of this school is you!"

Dumbledore's blue eyes swept across all the students, and then a smile appeared on his face again.

"I hope you think about it carefully... Okay, go to bed obediently! Toot! "

As usual, benches were pushed behind them, making a harsh friction sound, and hundreds of students began to leave the auditorium and walk towards the dormitory.

...

Simo, who was asking around for information, squeezed through the crowded team and touched Harry's side: "Are we still holding a secret gathering this year, Harry? ”

“Professor Bagshot is great, but there’s no need to do it now, is there?”

“No, we love the gatherings! I’ve learned a lot from you! And it’s cool!”

“Uh… maybe we can have a gathering every month.”

“I’ll tell them right now!”

“…”