"Thick wool socks..."

Until he walked back to his dormitory, Gawain pondered what the professor meant.

"Could it be that what the professor has always wanted to see is his family? He doesn't have a good relationship with his family? Although he is the most famous white wizard of his time, he rarely sees a description of his family in books..."

Awakening the others and asking her to open the stone door with a look of displeasure on her face, Gawain folded his cloak in the empty lounge before taking it upstairs and quietly tucking it back into Harry's backpack.

What is associated with wool socks is almost always associated with family.

But Gawain himself knew that the reason why he was still stubbornly thinking about this problem was just to find a way to divert his mind and not to carefully recall the bizarre pictures he had seen in the mirror before.

"Meow~"

As if noticing Gawain's footsteps, Abyss jumped out of bed, walked up to him delicately, and glanced up at him lightly, as if to laugh at him for always thinking about something that he didn't have.

But this made Gawain feel a little more relaxed.

"Indeed, what does that have to do with me? I am who I am. Instead of caring about them, I should worry about how I can finish that headache essay on the history of magic. ”

Gawain whispered to himself, and along his two front paws, he picked up the abyss.

There were so many things going on that night, but neither the chilling changes in the Forbidden Forest nor the illusion of the crown were something he could easily talk about after "the weather is so bad today".

Although he did not live through the era of the "mystery man" from an ordinary background, he can feel the fear that permeated the air of London at that time from many accounts.

"But Professor Dumbledore will always have a way. ”

Persuading himself again, Gawain felt that he was completely sealed by the warm bedding, and even his thinking became slow.

However, before falling asleep, he decided that he had to add more Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms lessons to future "Holly" events, and felt that he might indeed become the first little wizard to be remembered by Professor Binns.

In a drowsy state, the night has passed.

The winter nights were unusually long, and Gawain hadn't slept very soundly, so that when he woke up again, the sky outside the window was still just dark, and Neville, whose bed was near him, was muttering indistinctly, and Gawain could barely tell that he was repeating "Expelliarmus..."

"I don't know what he dreamed about..."

Gawain couldn't help but smile and scratched the chin of the abyss, which was still asleep, and was slapped aside by its lazily paws. He had changed into his robes, but there was still some time before breakfast, and considering what he had seen last night, he wanted to go to the owl hut before then.

As you walk down the headache-inducing spiral staircase from the Gryffindor Towers and cross the viaduct, the chilly cold wind lifts Gawain's spirits. He tightened his collar and looked into the distance.

"Huh? That's Professor Dumbledore and... Filch?"

Gawain was a little surprised to find that at this time, there were two figures rushing towards the school gate, one tall and one short. He easily recognized the silver wizard's hat of Dumbledore, who was pointy, and the shorter one was staggering after Dumbledore, and he could only guess that it was the keeper of the castle.

"But what are they doing when they leave school?"

Gawain, who was a little curious, stopped and leaned against the railing by the bridge to observe the movements of the two of them.

He saw that they were quickly approaching the door, and Filch walked up a few quick steps, opened the door to the school, and welcomed in a few wizards who seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, and they all stepped forward, shook hands with Dumbledore, and embraced.

"Like friends you haven't seen in a long time? But why do they all carry suitcases?"

From a long distance, Gawain couldn't see clearly, only to see Dumbledore stretch out his right hand, click on the boxes carried by the wizards in the air, and hand them over to Filch, who will take them back to the castle. And he himself personally led the wizards in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

"What are they here for? It can't be for Professor Snape's class, right?"

Confused, Gawain watched them disappear around a corner before continuing towards the owl shack. He stuffed the question deep into his mind, he was a little used to Professor Dumbledore's mysterious Gawain, and today he had history of magic and herbology classes to deal with.

However, to Gao Wen's surprise, it was only less than a day before he got the answer to his question.

At the dinner, everyone noticed that there were five more seats at the long table where the teacher was! and that the chairs were full of completely unfamiliar faces, both men and women.

"Could it be the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor that Dumbledore hired? For Merlin's sake, if I let that old bat talk about it any longer, I don't know if I'll be able to survive until the end of the school year!"

Gawain heard Ron say bitterly to Harry, and Neville agreed with a "uh-huh" next to him.

While Snape's Defence Against the Dark Arts skills were recognized by Gryffindor, that didn't mean the lion cubs would really enjoy his lessons because he was so good.

On the contrary, in fact, what they often complain about now is that they have to endure twice as much as Snape in the past.

"Don't be stupid! Defence Against the Dark Arts doesn't need five professors at all! And I'm sure I haven't seen them in the newspapers or anything! If they're professors, they'd be well-known, shouldn't they?"

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed in disgust.

"For example, when Professor McGonagall was young..."

"Wait, I think, I think I've seen one of them..."

She wanted to continue, but Harry suddenly interjected. He pointed to the wizard sitting next to Hagrid, somewhat uncertain, and remembered carefully. Gawain looked over, and the man looked like he was in his forties, and he was wearing a very neat robe.

"That's right! I met Hagrid the first time he took me to the Leaky Cauldron!"

Harry suddenly slapped Ron on the shoulder hard and said loudly. But he was so excited that his voice captured the attention of everyone in the auditorium.

For a moment, Harry felt all eyes on him, like a knife.

Luckily, Dumbledore saved him.

"Ahem, looks like everyone has eaten almost?"

Dumbledore stood up and tapped the cup lightly with his silver spoon, but it was not known if it was a spell, and even in such a messy dinner, everyone could clearly hear the crunch.

"Next, I'd like to be able to borrow a few minutes from all of you. He whispered.

"First of all, I think you've all discovered that starting today, there will be new members of the Hogwarts teaching team. You may enjoy guessing their identities, but it's my responsibility to save you a little effort. ”

He smiled and winked at Harry playfully.

"Let's welcome Ephia Dogo", as Dumbledore spoke, the oldest wizard stood up, took off the bug-eaten felt hat he was wearing, and bowed to the students, revealing her snow-white dandelion-like hair, "Hesgar Jones", a young witch with black hair and pink cheeks, who beckoned happily.

Then there are "Emmeline Vance", a demure and elegant witch with a dark green shawl, "Dedalo Digo", the same wizard Harry was pointing to, and "Remus Lupin".

"Although they are not famous, I am willing to vouch for their achievements in magic in my personal name. Although they will not be responsible for teaching the course, they will all be 'consultant' teachers until the end of the semester, assisting myself and other professors with some of the coursework, and assisting us in improving the quality of teaching. ”

After confirming that everyone had memorized their names, Dumbledore announced.

The auditorium was suddenly plunged into a noisy discussion.

"Advisor Teacher, Merlin's safety pants, Hogwarts has never set up this kind of work!"

Hermione, who was sitting next to Gawain, pulled her hair hard, anxiously wanting to go to the library to look through the materials immediately.

"I wonder what they're going to do?"

Gawain secretly guessed that he didn't believe Dumbledore's claims about improving the quality of the course. After all, so much changed last night, to say that this thing has nothing to do with that...

Then he can get an O for his history of magic papers!

Quietly shoved his history of magic homework with P written on it into the deepest part of his pocket, Gawain waited for Dumbledore to announce next.

Soon, Dumbledore pressed his hands forward and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

"Next, I need to announce two decisions. First of all, because of an agreement between Hogwarts and the centaurs, I must reiterate that in the coming months, no student will be allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest unless they have permission signed by me. ”

His expression was serious, focusing on two Weasley family members who were whispering "shhh

Compared to the one just now, the students of this forbidden forest accepted it very easily, after all, they never wanted to go to a dangerous place like the forbidden forest.

Only Gawain felt his scalp tighten.

This ban may not be as simple as other students think. You know, the Forbidden Forest has always been off-limits to students in the past, but it has never been as serious as Dumbledore's emphasis is on today, even when Tom Riddle was likely to be hiding there.

Think of the morning when Dumbledore led the way into the Forbidden Forest before the new "Advisor Teacher" entered the castle...

"At that time, the Forbidden Forest will be magically banned by me and the other professors, and any student who tries to violate this ban will face severe punishment. Trust me, that's going to be a lot better than a screaming letter. ”

Dumbledore deliberately waited a few seconds for everyone to react before continuing.

"As for the last event, I think it's fitting that Professor Flitwick should make an announcement. ”

He clapped his hands lightly and motioned for everyone to applaud.