Chapter 738 New Professor

( ) In the Hogwarts Great Hall, the other young wizards of the college were sitting around four long tables. Stars flickered on the velvety black ceiling above the tables, illuminated by thousands of candles floating in the air. Dining room. Four tables were set with gleaming gold plates and goblets. There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is where the teachers sit.

"Harry, you are too slow...Why didn't you change your clothes?" Ron and the other little lions stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"I'll tell you later." Harry said briefly as he sat down at the Gryffindor table. He was alert to find that the wizards around him were listening to his conversation with Ron. He didn't want to tell it on such an occasion. 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 too slow to say goodbye to Ellen Luna, also returned to the Gryffindor table. She completely forgot that she still had that strange look on her head. The anti-monster glasses helped Harry attract the attention of many little lions.

Harry really hoped that they all thought he had done something brave, preferably facing two Death Eaters and a Dementor, but now he was a little worried that Pansy Parkinson would tell the story. Her classmates in the Snake House, this embarrassing experience would spread to the ears of other Gryffindors.

Alan and Luna also sat back at the Ravenclaw table, but Helena found that she had missed the habit of ghosts scaring first-year students over the years. But she didn't give up. She still ran to the group of freshmen waiting for sorting and floated around in a circle. Although this had no big effect on the little wizards who had just experienced it once.

Then Helena, the other college ghosts who were waiting aside, and about 20 ordinary pearl-white, translucent ghosts who were whispering to each other, slid across the entire room, passed through the wall, and left the auditorium.

The Sorting Hat's song was much the same as in previous years, but it also emphasized the need to unite to face the enemy and so on, and then divided the freshmen into their respective houses.

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

"The Sorting Hat will consider the personal wishes of wizards." Hermione thought about her experience of being almost sorted into Ravenclaw in her first year, and couldn't help but regret that she had blindly followed some articles that described Gryffindor as the best house. She paused to adjust her emotions and then said, "Alan is now famous and is known as the new savior. I think there are many young wizards who want to go to Ravenclaw because of this. "

Neville turned his head seriously and looked at the long tables of each house: "But they still have the smallest number, and Hufflepuff still has the largest number every year."

Hermione added: "The Sorting Hat considers not only the personal wishes of wizards, but you must at least have some obvious characteristics. Hufflepuff accepts everyone and treats them equally, even if you don't quite fit in with theirs." There are no admissions criteria or attributes that are obvious.”

As the last new student walked into Ravenclaw, the dinner officially began. The plates on the long table were instantly filled with all kinds of food. This stunned the new students who had never seen the "wizard world", and like Ravenclaw, An experienced hand like En had already picked up a chicken leg in each hand and started chewing it without restraint.

Ginny nudged Harry gently with her elbow: "Hagrid is waving to you, Harry."

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

Even though the hybrid giant felt much better after his experience in the umbrella than he did a few years ago when he was completely out of place, the innocence and carelessness he revealed from time to time still seemed very incongruous when he was next to the majestic Professor McGonagall. : :

Professor McGonagall was the Head of Gryffindor, and when they sat together her head came only between Hagrid's elbows and shoulders. At this moment, McGonagall showed dissatisfaction when she saw Hagrid's enthusiastic greeting. She also bumped him with her elbow, reminding Hagrid that he should maintain his dignity as a teacher of Care of Magical Creatures, but he was different from Ginny. The thing is, the strength she used didn't seem to be light, because Hagrid kept waving, froze his smile, and suddenly bent his body to the side, making a bigger noise...

Harry couldn't bear to look away, but was surprised to find that sitting on the other side of Hagrid was Professor Sybill Trelawney, the Divination teacher. She was hosting a program on Harris TV. She looked more dressed than before. It was strange, but it seemed to be a lot better off financially, because Harry found that the decorations that were weirder than the crazy girl's homemade jewelry seemed to be of much better quality than the ones she used before.

"I'm really surprised that Professor Trelawney is still willing to come back to teach. Her TV show is so popular now." Romilda Vanney just noticed Harry's gaze, she followed it and then went about her own business. She said loudly, then satisfied that she had successfully drawn Harry's eyes to her again.

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

After hearing this, Harry looked up at Professor Trelawney again, only to find that her frighteningly large, bulging eyes like lightbulbs were looking towards him. Harry was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head. Go down.

Harry had always regarded her as a liar, but he didn't expect to learn from Dumbledore after the incident at the Ministry of Magic last semester that she was the one who told the prophecy, causing Voldemort to kill his parents and try to kill him. He also committed a murderous act. After knowing this, Harry was even less willing to stay with her. Fortunately, he no longer took Divination as an elective class this semester.

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

Dumbledore stood up behind the staff table. The upper part of his podium was a metal shelf. Under the shelf, facing the auditorium, was an owl sculpture. The owl sculpture followed Dumbledore as he stood in front of the shelf. It unfolded its originally folded wings, stared at all the little wizards below with its wide-open ginger eyes, and its wings trembled from time to time.

"Good evening to everyone," the laughter echoing in the Great Hall died down almost immediately, and Dumbledore said with a kind smile, opening his arms as if to embrace the entire Great Hall.

"What's wrong with his hand?" Hermione asked in shock. Dumbledore's right hand was charred and dry, lifeless.

She wasn't the only one to notice this, the auditorium was buzzing with murmurs. When Allen saw that Dumbledore could not resist the temptation and put on the ring as he had originally expected, he estimated the power and erosion speed of the curse. Allen smiled with satisfaction. This could win for him. A lot of time can also prevent Dumbledore from choosing to use more drastic methods to stop his actions and make himself infamous for killing the greatest white wizard in the world. As long as things go well, removing the curse from this conservative old guy after the outcome is a foregone conclusion so that he can enjoy his old age will be considered as compensation for him.

Noticing the surprised looks of others looking at his palms, Dumbledore just smiled gently, shaking his purple and gold sleeves to cover the injured hand.

"His hands were like this when I saw him during the summer vacation," Harry whispered to Hermione. "I thought he had been cured a long time ago... or Madam Pomfrey cured him."

"That hand looks like it's dead." Hermione said with a sad expression on her face, "Some injuries can never be cured...ancient curses...and some potions have no antidotes...etc. Wait! Maybe Allen and Luna have a way, 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 in any joke merchandise purchased from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes this year. Students who want to join the House Quidditch team should report their names to Dean. We are still looking for a new Quidditch commentator. Interested parties can also sign up with the Dean. In addition, I would like to introduce to you the new teacher... Horace, the former Slytherin Head of Hogwarts. Professor Slughorn... I am hereby honored to announce that he has agreed to come back and take over as Professor of Potions." After Dumbledore's words fell, Slughorn stood up, his bald head in the candlelight. The shiny, waistcoat-clad belly casts a large shadow on the table.

"Potions?" Ron turned his head and glared at Harry, "But you originally said..."

"In the meantime, Professor Snape," Dumbledore said, raising his voice over the chatter, "will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Except for the Slytherin students who applauded enthusiastically, students from other houses wondered if they heard it wrong. Everyone in the auditorium was talking about it when they heard the news that Snape finally got his wish.

"No!" Harry's selfless scream was so loud that many heads on the surrounding long tables turned towards him. But he was no longer in the mood to care. He just glared angrily at the staff table. Why did he end up giving the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position to Snape? Didn't everyone know for so many years that Dumbledore didn't believe he was qualified for 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!" Harry said, trying 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, he could only remember with annoyance that Slughorn said that his mother Lily did very well in Potions class when she used to teach him.

Hermione, who had already known about this appointment from Alan and others, was a little surprised by the surprise of the little lions around her: "Slughorn used to teach the Potions class at Hogwarts, isn't such an appointment normal? There are very few people willing to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Snape is trying to apply every year..."

"Well, there is one good thing about this," Harry said 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 risked his life in it. Personally, I sincerely hope that another murder will happen..."

"Harry! How could you say that!" Hermione scolded in horror.

"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 , before the summer vacation when the Death Eaters were still making noise, it was said that they were also trying to find him. He was too old, and I think he was willing to return to school because it was safe enough here..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, seemingly unaware of how sensational the news he had just announced was. He did not say anything more about the teaching position, but waited a few seconds to ensure that everyone was completely quiet before continuing to speak, "This Everyone in the Great Hall knows that Voldemort and his followers..."

Then Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking again when he noticed Alan standing up at the Ravenclaw table. UU Reading ｗww.uｕkanshu.net

His white hair, unnaturally pale skin, and retro magical robes with a somewhat evil aura made the Muggle freshmen who didn't know him stay silent. There was silence in the auditorium. Allen, who was being watched by the whole audience, slowly walked to the faculty seat. He deliberately looked around as if he just noticed that none of the chairs were empty.

Allen stood there, but there was no trace of embarrassment on his face. After all, he thought it was not him who was negligent.

"Come and sit with me, Alan." Professor Flitwick waved to Alan, and he moved to the side, leaving most of the chair space free due to his small stature.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment as if he noticed this, and he immediately apologized: "I'm so sorry, Professor Harris. I thought you would prefer sitting with the students, because you used to sit in Ravenclaw. On the table. Please forgive me for being an old man and not thinking carefully. I will place one for you right away."

Allen, who looked quite impressive after his momentum was unfolded, was beyond the expectations of the Muggle freshmen. Not only because the wizard without a school uniform turned out to be a professor, but also because of the bad relationship. The first impression of provocation was different. Allen just smiled in a friendly manner and his voice was unusually gentle: "Thank you, Principal Dumbledore, no need to trouble."