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Despite missing Professor McGonagall's explanation of the time turner's side effects, Vio's eavesdropping was very useful, and she was always limited in some way to say the name of a new item, event, or character before it appeared, or even to talk about it cryptically, until someone next to her said it first.

This restriction made it impossible for her to pretend to be a prophet, and she had taken many detours in the past, and now she had learned to play by the rules.

What happened after the opening ceremony was what she heard the next day from Hermione, Ron, and Xiao Luo.

It had only been a few minutes since Madam Pomfrey had helped her away when Hermione appeared, looking very happy about something, and behind her was Professor McGonagall, and the two saw a note that Harry had left for them outside, and Hermione hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall, intending to tell Ron about it.

The auditorium was a sea of pointed black hats, and each long table was filled with students, their faces lit up by thousands of candles suspended in mid-air above the tables. Professor Flitwick, a short, white-haired wizard, walked out of the auditorium with an old hat and a three-legged stool.

Hermione, on the other hand, walked as quietly as she could to the Gryffindor table.

But even so, as she walked along the back of the auditorium, people looked back at her, and several of them immediately lowered their heads and whispered when they saw her passing.

Hermione lowered her head and quickened her pace to Ron's side, which was still empty on the other side, reserved for Harry and Vio

"Why are you alone?" he asked Hermione in a low voice.

Hermione began to whisper to him about Madam Pomfrey's examination after they had gone in together, and what she and Professor McGonagall had seen on Harry's note afterwards, but the Headmaster stood up and spoke, and she had to stop.

Professor Dumbledore on the podium looked very old, but anyone who knew him could feel his energy.

Hermione looked over and saw that the Headmaster's hair and beard had grown longer, he was wearing semicircular glasses and his nose was hooked.

For some reason, Hermione's worried thoughts after witnessing the reaction of the Dementors, Harry, and Vio on the train were greatly comforted at this moment, and she looked at Dumbledore's eyes that shone with a wise and calm light, firmly believing that Vio would get better.

"Welcome!" Professor Dumbledore said, his beard glistening with the light of the candles, "Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year! I have a few things to say to all of you, one of them is very serious, and I think it would be better to make it clear before you get spoiled by this meal......

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued. "When they searched the Hogwarts Express, you all know. Our school is currently hosting a number of Dementors from Azkaban, who are here to carry out official duties with the Ministry of Magic. ”

There was a tidal wave of head-to-ear sounds below. The students who had been searched by the Dementors on the train were full of words to talk about, but Dumbledore was not in a hurry, but patiently stopped and waited for the students to talk for a while to express his feelings.

"They are stationed at all entrances to the school's grounds," Dumbledore continued, "and I must make it clear during their stay here that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission. Dementors should not be tricked into playing tricks or disguises, not even by cloaks of invisibility. He added without expression, and Hermione and Ron glanced at each other. They all thought of Harry's invisibility cloak at the same time.

"Dementors are inherently unaware of requests or excuses. Therefore I warn each and every one of you: do not give them any excuse to hurt you. I'm counting on the prefects, as well as our new Boys and Girls Presidents, to make sure that no student comes into conflict with the Dementors. ”

Percy sat only a few seats away from Harry, and he puffed out his chest and looked around the Gryffindor table impressively, like a general patrolling his territory.

Dumbledore paused again, this time glancing around the Great Hall solemnly, no one moving, no one making a sound.

"It's a great pleasure," he continued, "that this year, I'm excited to welcome two new teachers to our team.

"The first was Professor Lupin, who graciously agreed to fill the void in the Defence Against the Dark Arts course. ”

The applause was a little sparse, and Hermione and Ron looked at each other and slapped them vigorously. The students who had been in the same carriage as him on the train applauded, and Professor Lupin looked particularly shabby as he sat among all the well-dressed teachers.

Hermione felt sorry for him.

But what was even more sad was the laughter coming from the Slytherin table, Ron cursed in a low voice, and as he looked up at the Slytherin table in anger, to his surprise, after a glance, he was immediately stunned that the small group that made the laughing sound was not the Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle team he thought it was, but another person and the people around him.

This leader is also their classmate, Theodor Notte.

There was also a boy next to him, who looked empty-eyed, but he was looking at Noether with a smile on his face, and kept saying something.

"Who's that?" Ron asked, stunned.

"Isn't that Nott?" Hermione said lightly. Her attention was always on Dumbledore, so she didn't notice that Ron was pointing at the man next to Nott.

"No, it's the raw-eyed man next to him," Ron said, "looking more obnoxious than Malfoy." ”

“…… That, isn't that one of Roma's classmates?" Hermione took a closer look, recognizing.

"What?!Wouldn't that be the same as Ginny!No, it's just too much."

"Shhhh

"As for the second teacher we appointed," Dumbledore continued, after the not-so-enthusiastic applause given to Professor Lupin and the laughter that had been sandwiched between the applause had died down.

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our teacher in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, retired at the end of last year to have more time with his remaining naughty ones.

However, I am pleased to say that it was none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who had agreed to serve as a teacher in addition to his duties as a gamekeeper. (To be continued.) )