"That doesn't mean anything, because you're dead. Ron interjected again.

He had just finished eating the cake when he heard Nicol's last words.

"Here you go again, you always hurt like a blunt axe. Nick, who was almost headless, said aggrievedly.

He jerked into the air and quickly floated towards the other end of the Gryffindor table, ignoring the others' retention.

"Ron, you shouldn't have said that!"

"Then what should I say? It's because there's something wrong with his words, how could the ghost be dead again?" said Ron, "I see, there aren't many people who can believe what Nicol says, and they're always like this, asking around for gossip......"

Just then, Dumbledore stood up behind the faculty table, ending the argument between Ron and Hermione.

Evan and Harry were glad they didn't have to sit in the middle to listen to the two of them, and the laughter echoing through the Great Hall died down almost immediately.

"Good evening, everyone!" Dumbledore said with a kind smile, opening his arms as if to hug the entire Great Hall.

The wide sleeves slipped down, and the intricate incantations on his right hand and the small exposed half of his arm could be clearly seen.

They were densely packed, centering on the ring of the Gaunt family and extending upwards to the arm, the color seemed darker than it had been a month earlier, and from a distance, the spell had made Dumbledore's hand take on an eerie dark green, as if it had been poisoned.

"Look, what's wrong with his hand?"

"That's what it was like when we met him during the summer. Hermione explained quietly, in a voice that only a few of them could hear," he and Professor Slughorn said, the effect of a magical failure. ”

"Strange, I thought he would have been cured a long time ago. Harry followed.

"Some magical injuries can never be cured, which is common in ancient spells. Hermione said, an uncomfortable look on her face, staring at Dumbledore's hand, "These magic spells, whatever they are, seem to be getting worse, and it's certainly not a good thing." ”

"Aven, do you know what that is?" Elaine asked.

"I don't know. Evan shook his head and said, "I've never seen a magic or curse like this. ”

Hermione was right, they seemed to get worse, what does that mean?

Or is it what magic has Dumbledore used to increase the number of spells in the past month?

It seems that it is not only him, but everyone seems to have some kind of unexpected situation.

Many people noticed the anomaly in Dumbledore's right hand, and there was a whisper in the Great Hall.

Dumbledore knew what everyone was talking about, he just smiled, shaking the purple and gold sleeves to cover the hand.

"Don't worry about me, just a little accident. He said lightly, "All right, new students, welcome to school, and welcome back to school, old students......!

He talked about the welcome speech and the things that needed attention, but few of them listened carefully, and everyone was whispering about what had just happened.

"Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone that this year students are absolutely forbidden to bring any joke merchandise purchased from Weasley's Wizarding Tricks. Dumbledore continued, "Also, students who want to play on the House's Quidditch team should report their names to the Dean as usual. We're still looking for a new Quidditch commentator, and those interested in signing up with the Dean. ”

"This year, we are delighted to welcome a new faculty member, Professor Slughorn. ”

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Slughorn stood up.

His bare head glistened in the candlelight, and his big belly in a waistcoat cast a large shadow on the table.

"Professor Slughorn is a former colleague of mine, and he has agreed to return to his old role as a Potions teacher. ”

"What, Potions class?"

"Potions lessons?"

"How could it be Potions class?"

Such questions echoed throughout the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong.

Evan hadn't looked at Harry and the others, but he could guess their expressions now, and he must have been surprised.

"Meanwhile, Professor Snape. Dumbledore continued, raising his voice to drown out the chatter, "He'll be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. ”

"No!"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Harry shouted.

His voice was so loud that many heads turned toward them.

But Harry didn't care, he just glared angrily at the faculty table, he didn't understand, how did he end up giving Snape the Defence Against the Dark Arts teaching position?

Hasn't everyone known for all these years that Dumbledore didn't believe he was up to the job?

"Be quiet, Harry!" reminded Hermione, "you're reacting too much. ”

"I just can't accept that Snape teaches Defence Against the Dark Arts should be Slughorn ......"

"Dumbledore never said that Slughorn would teach Defence Against the Dark Arts, that's all speculation. ”

Yes, Slughorn was the Potions professor, so he wouldn't teach such a dangerous lesson as Defence Against the Dark Arts.

In particular, when this course was still cursed by Voldemort, the people who taught the Defence Against the Dark Arts class did not seem to turn out very well, not to mention that Defence Against the Dark Arts itself was a course against Voldemort and other dark wizards.

This one, while important, is too out of Slughorn's style.

Of course, he had to excuse himself and teach his old profession, Potions.

In this way, Snape got his wish.

In the teacher's box, Snape sat to Dumbledore's right. He didn't stand up when he heard Dumbledore mention his name, but just lazily raised a hand to indicate that he heard the cheers at the Slytherin table, and there was a hint of triumphant joy on his face.

"Well, there's a little bit of a good thing about it. Harry gritted his teeth and said, "Snape will be out of the way in less than a year." ”

"What do you mean?" asked Ron.

"We all know that the job is under a curse, no one lasts more than a year, the lucky ones are like Lupin and Sirius, and the bad ones are Quirrell and Barty Crouch Jr., and I personally sincerely hope that another murder will happen......"

"Harry!" Hermione reproached in horror.

Not only them, but the entire auditorium were all talking when they heard the news that Snape had finally gotten his wish.

This is more concerning than the strange magic spell on Dumbledore's arm. Dumbledore didn't seem to realize how sensational the news he had just announced, and he didn't say anything more about his position as a teacher, but waited a few seconds to make sure everyone was completely quiet before continuing......