"What are you doing! Put your wand down, what are you looking around! I'm talking about you, Gerald. At Silver's scolding, the overly lively freshman finally took back his wand, which had just poked Thestrals pulling the carriage with his wand.

"What are you doing, you're a wizard, you can't bite anyone even if you want to fight. You come down for me and get into this carriage. ”

"Look at it, Balotelli, pay attention, you almost got hit by the carriage!"

……

"This year's freshmen are going to have a lot of trouble, and I'm really tired. Silver wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and sat down in the carriage, Hermione and Parvati pushed away the sweaty Silver in disgust.

"You can't do this to me, Padma! Look at your sister and Hermione, if it weren't for me, you'd be sweating all over now. Silver looked innocent.

The three girls laughed.

"I don't blame you for making it so bad that I can't be a prefect, do you still want to take credit in front of me?" Hermione said with a grimace, "I really want to be a prefect." ”

"In order to protect Gryffindor's tradition of violating school rules, I must formally dismiss Miss Granger's request. Silver said in an official tone. But soon he regretted it.

"What are you doing Hermione, lightly, don't hit here, Padma, and don't help me hold her-"

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The carriages lined up, creaking and staggering along the road. They passed the tall stone pillars on either side of the gate that led to the school grounds, topped by winged boars. Hogwarts Castle loomed closer: towers darkened against the dark night sky, and the occasional window glowed fiery red overhead.

The carriage stopped at the stone steps leading to the oak gates, and the students who had disembarked from the carriage hurried up the stone steps and into the castle. The foyer was lit red with torches, echoing the footsteps of the students. They walked through the stone-paved floor towards the two doors on the right that led to the Great Hall. The opening banquet was held there.

The auditorium was filled with four long college tables with a starless pitch-black ceiling, exactly like the sky outside they saw through the high windows. Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and the excited faces of the students. They were happily talking, exchanging news from the summer, saying hello loudly to friends from other colleges, and examining each other's new hairstyles and clothes.

"Who's that?" whispered the students, occasionally pointing to the middle of the staff's desk.

Dumbledore sat in the golden high-backed chair in the middle of the long staff desk, wearing a dark purple robe covered with silver stars. Wears a matching hat.

Next to him sat a woman who was talking into his ear. The woman was short and fat, with short, curly taupe hair and a large unsightly pink bow that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robe. She had a pale, toad-like face and a pair of eyes with droopy eyelids and bulging eyeballs. The woman raised her goblet and drank the wine, but her eyes scanned the Gryffindor table before stopping at Harry Potter.

Seconds later, the door to the hall opened, and a long line of first-year students was led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall held a stool in her hand. On top was an old wizard's hat, covered in patches and a wide tear next to the frayed brim.

The buzz in the auditorium gradually subsided. First-year students line up at staff desks, facing their classmates from other grades.

Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them. Then he stepped back in. The faces of the first-year students shimmered pale in the candlelight. A little boy in the middle of the line looked like he was shivering. The whole school waited with bated breath.

Suddenly, the crack by the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat sang loudly:

A long time ago I was wearing a new hat,

At that time, Hogwarts had not yet been built.

The four founders of the Noble Academy,

Thought they would never part ways.

The same goal binds them together,

Each other's wishes are so identical:

To build the best magic school in the world.

Let their knowledge be passed on and continued.

"We will build a school together and teach together!"

The four friends were very resolute in their ideas,

And yet they never dreamed of it,

Someday they will be divided from each other.

What other friends are there in this world.

Can it be better than Slytherin and Gryffindor?

Unless you count another pair of best friends—

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?

How could such a good thing go bad?

How can such a friendship be written off?

Alas, I witnessed this sad story with my own eyes,

That's why I'm going to tell you more about it here.

Slytherin said, "The students we teach must be of the purest blood. ”

Ravenclaw said, "The students we teach must be intellectually superior. ”

Gryffindor said: "The students we teach. You must be brave and courageous. ”

Hufflepuff said, "I'm going to teach a lot of people and treat them the same. ”

The first time these differences came to light, they caused a small quarrel.

Each of the four founders had a college that only enrolled the teenagers they wanted.

……

"The Sorting Hat had never sung such a long song before. Padma said to Silver that Parvati and Hermione were at the Gryffindor table, and that she was the only one who could sit next to Silver.

"I'm afraid it's because of the special circumstances right now, and the Sorting Hat is also feeling uneasy. Silver replied in a low voice.

As they spoke, the Sorting House finished its lengthy song, and the freshmen were quickly divided into houses.

The students were anxiously waiting for the big meal - they were all starving.

But Dumbledore, who was sitting in the center of the podium, didn't seem to have that intention.

"Okay, students, I know you're hungry, but I have some important things to tell you that you can digest with the food later. I ask you to be quiet for a moment and listen as I talk about the do's and don'ts of the new semester as usual. ”

Dumbledore said, "This year, we have two changes to our teaching staff. We are delighted to welcome back Professor Graplan, who will teach you a lesson on the protection of magical creatures. We are equally pleased to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new teacher in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

There was a polite, but not very welcoming, applause in the auditorium.

Dumbledore continued, "The selection for the House Quidditch team will be—"

He paused abruptly and looked inquiringly at Professor Umbridge, the stocky woman sitting beside him. Since she was not much taller than she was when she was sitting, no one could understand why Dumbledore had suddenly stopped.

At this time, Professor Umbridge cleared his throat: "Ahem, ahem." Then everyone realized that she had stood up and was about to speak.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge said with a smirk, "thank you for such a warm welcome. ”

Her voice was high and high, and it was breathy, like a little girl's voice, and she coughed a few more times to clear her throat, and continued, "Well, I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts!" she grinned, showing her sharp teeth in her mouth, "It's great to see these happy little faces looking up at me!"

"I can't wait to get to know all of you soon, and I'm sure we'll be very good friends!"

"Damn, this woman is still here. Silver grumbled to Padma in a low voice, "She's got a leg up with Fudge, and she's a hated character for the Ministry. ”

Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again, but as she continued to speak, some of the breath in her voice was inaudible. Now her voice was much more serious, and her words were dry, as if they had been memorized by heart.

"The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important thing. Some of your innate and valuable talents may be fruitless if they are not nurtured and exercised under careful and meticulous guidance. Ancient skills unique to the wizarding world must be passed down from generation to generation, or they will be lost. The precious repositories of magical knowledge accumulated by our ancestors must be protected, supplemented and perfected by those who have had the privilege of pursuing a noble profession of education. ”

"This idiot, I think we're going to get in trouble, Padma. Silver said with a straight face, "I'll have to go and ask Dumbledore for a waiver of Defence Against the Dark Arts class." ”

Umbridge didn't notice Silver speaking ill of her down there, her eyes fixed on the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter.

“…… Let us keep moving forward and enter a new era of enlightenment, efficiency and reasonableness, resolutely maintaining what should be maintained, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and discarding what we should forbidden. ”

After a lengthy speech, she sat down. Dumbledore began to applaud, and the other teachers followed suit, but only one or two clapped before putting their hands down.

Dumbledore stood up again.

"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, for your very enlightening remarks. As he spoke, he owed her a debt, "Well, as I said, the Quidditch selection will be in ......" (to be continued......)