Chapter 800 Now, the Dinner Begins
The glow of the sky gradually dimmed.
There were a few purple-red clouds floating on the top of the tower. The light in the sky had not completely dissipated. The sunlight hanging in the western sky was slanting across the campus, and even the edge of the green grass was dyed with warm rose red. Wild roses were blooming in the courtyard, and the fragrance was rich. Two slightly fat cats lay on the grass, meowing from time to time, and their soft and fluffy tails swayed slightly, enjoying the coolness very leisurely.
This year's year-end dinner officially began.
The seventh-grade students came very early. Instead of scattering around the dining table as usual, they chose the front row seats, which were close to the temporary stage and convenient for watching the ghost drama.
Loren met Nick, who was almost headless, and Myrtle, who no longer liked to cry. He smiled and nodded to them, flew around the Gryffindor table a few times, and then retreated underground to continue rehearsing.
The time came to half past six.
The auditorium gradually became lively and the atmosphere was warm.
The professors came early tonight. They did not sit at the guest of honor seat immediately. Instead, they scattered at the long tables of each college, greeted the seventh-year students, and occasionally walked around other colleges. Dumbledore also joined in the fun. Wherever he went, there was cheering. Even Professor Snape sat at the Gryffindor table for a few minutes.
"Just now I was bored, so I sat over there for a while. In addition to hearing them talk about Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, I also heard someone talk about Professor Snape." Loren and Hermione were sitting in the front row, and he whispered in her ear, "It is said that Professor Snape left his job for two years. The freshmen who entered in the past two years have not been targeted by him. They have a good impression of him. He is taciturn and curses people in his papers without using dirty words. Some people actually think he is cool."
"If we were not in the same grade and college as Harry..." Hermione paused, "We might not be targeted."
"..."
Loren fell into deep thought.
There were desserts and drinks prepared by the house elves. They couldn't fill their stomachs, but they were a good choice to kill time before the dinner officially started. Some seventh-grade students used the excuse that they wouldn't be able to eat them later, so they took them while eating, and even put them in their pockets, which was very undignified.
Loren didn't care about other people's eyes, and relied on the space pendant to stuff several pieces of cake and pudding in succession.
Two third-grade little witches sat next to them, looking at the guest of honor seat frequently, and kept muttering.
"I heard that Professor McGonagall will give a speech tonight..."
"Yes, I heard that too... Professor McGonagall also gave a speech at the sorting ceremony at the beginning of last year. Did you know that Dumbledore has submitted his resignation to the board of directors and appointed Professor McGonagall as the next headmaster?"
"Has it been confirmed?"
"My father works in the Ministry of Magic and is responsible for connecting with the board of directors. It must be correct. Dumbledore will retire and Professor McGonagall will take over. My father also said that the next one will be Professor Snape."
"Professor Snape of Slytherin!"
"Yes, he went undercover as a Death Eater to complete the transmission of intelligence in the early stages of the war. He has made great achievements in academics and may even receive the Order of Merlin. Ministry officials have no objection to this..."
"He is really cool!"
"Although he has a cold face in class, he will answer any questions."
Loren took a bite of strawberry mousse and frowned.
Looking up at Professor Snape in the guest of honor seat, he happened to turn his head and look over here, still expressionless, with a slightly cold look in his eyes, looking like he was mocking... The current students are all deceived, and other professors don't even expose him. In a few years, no one will remember his true face.
The dinner officially began.
Compared with the opening dinner and Christmas dinner, the year-end dinner is not so grand.
The auditorium was only slightly decorated, with banners in Gryffindor colors hanging. The candles were the leftovers from the previous banquets, floating in the air, of different lengths and colors, with swaying candlelight, which was a different kind of beauty. The magic dome reflected the summer night sky, a half moon, and starlight all over the sky.
"Ding Ding..."
Professor McGonagall knocked on the goblet with a spoon: "Children, be quiet, please be quiet."
The lively noise gradually stopped, and the eyes of the entire auditorium were focused on Professor McGonagall. A few slow-witted students realized that she was sitting in the middle of the guest of honor seat. She turned to look at Dumbledore, who winked at her and smiled gently.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and stood up:
"Before the dinner officially begins, I have something to say.
"Another year has passed, and everyone here has gained knowledge, grown physically, and their minds and souls are more mature than the previous year. All the faculty of Hogwarts, including me, are very honored to witness your growth.
"Compared to the past, not only Hogwarts, but the entire wizarding world has ushered in long-lost peace and tranquility. Our families no longer have to worry about the attacks of dark wizards all day long, and no longer have to stay at home because of danger..."
The students at the long table are in two states.
The senior students showed a look of emotion, celebrating the current peace and reminiscing about the times that are gone forever.
In the past, they had sat in this auditorium at many year-end parties, listening to the professors and the headmaster telling the legendary stories of the school: Professor Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort, Professor Lockhart who used the Oblivion Spell to steal other people's adventures, Professor Lupin's hasty departure, and Crouch who suddenly disappeared...
The low -grade students were scattered, staring at the empty metal dinner plate in a daze, and only hoped that those delicious foods would jump out early. They also remember those days, but they were not so impressed. Each student entered Hogwarts every year, and each student had their legendary stories.
Loren lowered his voice and said to Hermione: "You see Dumbledore's mouth movement. He was urging Professor McGonestrian, let her tell a little joke, let her say a few words, and start dining quickly."
"He just yawned."
"You don't understand, this is to use the trick of chanting in speaking, it is fast, and one mouth is finished."
"I really hope you learn this skill too."
"Um?"
Loren turned his head and groaned a little: "Are you ridiculing me?"
"Is there?"
Hermione tilted his head and asked.
"..."
Loren frowned, quietly glanced at her expression, and secretly thought.
"Here, I need to announce one thing to you."
Professor McGonagua suddenly raised his voice, attracted all the students, and paused: "Like the seventh grade students, President Dumbledore will also bid farewell to Hogwarts this year and embark on a new journey. All faculty, Including me, the most sincere blessing here "
The hustle and bustle of the tide suddenly drowned the entire auditorium.
Although the news has been learned in advance, when Professor McGonagu is really announced, the students are still discussing, but when they look up, they will see the gentle face of the smile, and the chaotic thoughts in their hearts of the soft blue eyes are on the softened blue eyes. As if being pulled out, all the arguments gradually subsided.
"hehe……"
Dumbledore got up and looked around, and laughed first before the speech: "I have a long and good speech, mixed with the 38553 jokes I collected from the 1270 joke book. I can't help laughing at a joke.
"..."
Professor McGonagua pursed his mouth.
Other students have complicated expressions.
Dumbledore blinked naughty: "But I want to throw those jokes aside first."
"You are right, the principal!"
"Okay!"
There was a smile in the audience. This is their principal of Dumbledore.
"Regarding this speech, I have consulted many friends. Some people recommend some opinions on life about life. Some people say that magic skills are more practical, and some people want me to disclose my hot card formula ... but at this moment, in Hogg, in Hogg, in Hogg, in Hogg, in Hogg, in Hogg, in Hogg, in Hogg Wats attended the year -end dinner as the principal. If I want me to tell you something, that is ... "
Dumbledore stopped a little, and suddenly increased the volume:
"Now, the dinner begins!"
Nympho
There was a screaming and screaming, the slap and the sound of the table were mixed, and the countless jumping sounds gathered together, the resonance echoed, and it was like thunder. Thousands of candles shook, and the audience was shocked. The magic dome above her head seemed to feel the same excitement. The stars trembled and Yuehua shaken. The whole castle was sent to the principal in her own way.
Various foods appeared in the golden dinner plate. Light golden champagne appeared out of thin air in the cup. The fine bubbles floated and drank it again.
I don't know how long, the students filled their stomachs, and the excited and eager mood resumed their hearts. The sound of discussion was gathered in a small area, and then gradually spread and stirred.
At the chairman, the professors did not stare at a student deliberately, and did not even take the movement obviously. This was to prevent them from feeling uncomfortable.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
Professor McGonagua took the wine glass and shook it gently: "Severus, the financial accounting is completed, except for the school's teaching fixed expenses and the part of the school -enterprise business, there is a surplus of 40,000 Galon."
"..."
Snape turned his head, his eyes were a little complicated: "Millerva, I understand that you just took over as the principal, and I was in a mood, but do you really have to talk to me at this time?"
"I think you have eaten."
"If you are hesitating where this Garon is, I suggest that all of the potion laboratories are used to help school teaching and research, and research results can also invest in our business."
"Do you need so many Galon in your laboratory?"
"You can use so much."
"It is not necessary to use so much." Professor McGonagua displayed one by one. "You also need to repair the castle to renovate the owl shed. broom……"
"What about my curse research center?"
Professor Fryvi, who was sitting on the side, suddenly turned around and asked.
Professor McGonaguy gave Snape a look. Snape was silent and cleared his throat: "Phililus, we agreed that the research of curse research was too large, and there was no plan to form a research center for the time being this year. "
"Oh! This is discrimination!"
Professor Fleve yelled: "Greenhouses, laboratory, and even the deformation practice room. You all have their own projects. Only my spell can not be reported to Dumbledore! I am also the main subject!"
"..."
Dumbledore listened to the noise next to him, slowly tasted the wine, his cheeks were red, and the corners of his mouth had a slight smile.
Nympho
"This is only Hogwarts, right ...
"This will only have a small elves to do ...
"This only magic flame can master the heat."
With such thoughts, I ate too much without realizing it.
At the long table of the academy, Loren leaned back slightly to relax his bloated stomach, and said to Hermione who looked at him with a teasing look: "Let me tell you, although my cooking skills are not worse than those of the elves, the key to making these dishes delicious lies in the details. It will be difficult to eat them after graduation.
"You don't care now, but when you graduate a few years later, you will miss this taste, and then you will regret it so much that you can't sleep, why didn't you eat more back then.
"Try them all while they are still hot.
"Here, I'll feed you. ”
“…”
Hermione rolled her eyes.
The atmosphere at the end-of-year dinner was lively. The seventh-year students were more or less different from the other grades. They still smiled brightly when they were talking and laughing, but they became quiet when they were alone, with a slightly confused look on their faces.
Even when watching the play of Nick and Myrtle, the chattering and laughter in this area were much less.
Loren and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table and could hear the voices of Hufflepuff classmates next door. Justin said, "My parents think the social form of the wizarding world is too primitive. They don't allow me to work in the wizarding industry. They want me to go back to the Muggle society. I don't know if they will recognize the Hogwarts diploma..."
This is the trouble of Muggle-born students.
Dean turned around: "I also want to work in the Muggle world. "
Seamus, who had always been eager for adventure, was now a little worried. He came over with a wine glass. The wine glass contained wine made from water. It only had the aroma of wine but no taste of wine: "I love magic, but these jobs are either shop assistants or taking care of dragons. They said that the Death Eaters and Voldemort have completely fallen. The Ministry of Magic will only have mediocre jobs for many years to come. The curse breakers of Gringotts are abroad all year round..."
Parvati sighed: "My mother asked Padma and me to go back to the Indian Ministry of Magic to work. It's more chaotic than Albania. There are many evil wizards and evil muggles. I heard that there are cleanup operations every year. If everything goes well, we can quickly get merit and promotion, but we don't want to go back."
"That would be great. ”
“It’s thrilling and close to home…”
Simo gnashed his teeth with envy, unable to suppress the melancholy in his heart. He raised his head and drank the wine with a strong aroma. He was resolute and felt like a sad bard.
“Gurgle…”
The bard’s face suddenly changed.
Oops, this is real wine!
I forgot that I had learned that magic.
“Tsk…”
Loren grinned.
The middle and lower grades looked at them with a slightly envious look, and they had some expectations and yearning for graduation in their hearts. However, they didn’t know that these graduates also envied them for being able to return to this school after the summer vacation.
Everything about graduation is full of an indescribable beauty in my impression. The melancholy and expectation for the future, the regret for some youthful throbbing, mixed into a faint smell of alcohol, slowly brewing in the years and memories.
The beautiful years of my student days that I couldn’t explain clearly came to an end.