Silently wax Harry......

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Gold Coin 7 (Positive): The exchange of interests hidden behind the scenes.

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Hogwarts, England

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By the time Hogwarts Speeds slowed down and finally stopped at the pitch-black station, it was already completely dark.

After waking up Draco and Pansy, who were napping, the group left the box and followed the crowd down, but as soon as they went out, they heard a burst of thunder, Opal squinted slightly, and then the wand slipped into his hand and waved it into the sky, and a large area of rain spell was cast, accurately blocking the rain from the exit of the Slytherin side leading to the direction of the car.

At the same time, there was also the newcomer's exit side, because of the spell's unique guiding beam, there were many people who cast grateful glances in the direction of Opal.

"You're a little too wasteful, aren't you?"

Pansy was a little stunned - she didn't know how to use this rain spell, but it cost a lot of mana. Without the aura of the protagonist, she is still insensitive to this thankless task.

[Improved, the mana consumption is not as great as you think.] ]

For Pansy's words, Opal seemed very casual, and there was no feeling of struggling at all.

It's not that she wants to be nosy, it's just that she's going to start competing for the top spot in the academy this year, and although many relationships have been straightened out during the holidays since her return, Riddle has also told her that this kind of small favor that can be done at her fingertips sometimes often gets good results.

Now the rain was falling so hard and fast that it seemed like buckets of ice water were pouring down over their heads. Looking at the Gryffindor walking with his neck bent in the ice and rain on the side, more than one person was glad that he had someone on his head. Outside the station, a hundred cars in night skates were waiting for them outside the station.

After passing through the muddy mountain road, the carriage quickly stopped in the courtyard of the main entrance of Hogwarts, and thankfully, the crowd that didn't have to walk on the lake like the first-year students quickly slipped through the antechamber and entered the hall through the double door on the right.

The hall was as splendid as it had been, decorated with the opening ceremony, golden plates and goblets glittering in the light of hundreds of candles floating in midair, four long large tables filled with chatting students, and at the top of the hall, faculty and staff sat at a fifth table, facing their students.

It's really the same as always......

Squinting slightly, Opal looked at Hogwarts, which seemed to be a long time away, and then looked up at the top of the hall for a moment......

The red-eyed unicorn that confronted the black dragon, and the inscription on the familiar line of flowers...... It turns out that everything he did a thousand years ago is still remembered and not forgotten?

The time of the top painting flashed very quickly, and it was replaced with another pattern after a while, and people who don't know the inside story will not have any superfluous associations even if they see the top painting, and only the person involved in the original matter will understand the meaning of this painting.

"Draco.dormiens.nunquam.titillandus" is the Hogwarts motto.

It seems that the impact of that incident on the Big Four was quite profound.

Slightly hooking the corners of her lower lip, Opal withdrew her gaze and walked to the Slytherin seat at Hogwarts, as there was no challenge in the house, so she was just sitting in the fourth year head seat as was customary - but from the somewhat restless posture of the sixth and seventh year heads, they were actually quite uneasy.

After sweeping the Slytherin table, Opal looked up at the faculty desk, which seemed to have a lot more empty seats than usual. Looking at the time, Hagrid was still fighting on the lake with the first-year students; Professor McGonagall may be supervising someone else to dry the floor in the antechamber, but there is still a vacant spot...... Well, it's supposed to be the teacher for the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In the center of the table sat the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. His full silver hair and long collar shone in the candlelight, and his gorgeous dark green satiety was embroidered with many stars and moons. His long slender fingers together, his chin resting, he stared at the ceiling through his half-moon glasses, as if lost in thought.

Opal subconsciously glanced at the ceiling, but the top painting that appeared on the ceiling at this moment was not the top painting painted by Salazar that he had seen before, but looked like the sky outside. Black and purple clouds, which heralded a storm, tumbled through the air, and a thunderbolt struck as another thunderclap rang out outside.

Seriously, Opal felt like she had never figured out Dumbledore - but luckily she didn't really need to, as long as she made sure the general direction of the collaboration wasn't wrong.

Speaking of which, since the riots at the last Quidditch World Cup, the sales of her defensive magic trinkets endorsed by Harry have simply hit a record high, and the dividends are so large that she thinks about whether to reissue Harry's big red envelope.

Just as Opal was distracted and began to think about the course of operation, the door to the hall opened, and the people immediately fell silent.

Professor McGonagall led a long line of first-year students down the hall, all of whom appeared to have swam across the lake rather than by boat, all shivering from the cold and nervousness. They stood in a line, facing the other teachers and students, and stopped, all the freshmen, except for the youngest of them, who had mouse-like hair and was wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat, which was too large for him, and looked like he was in a shaggy black tent. His little face protruded from his collar, and he seemed to be aching with excitement, and as he stood in line with his frightened companions, he met Colin's gaze, gave him a thumbs up, and mouth-shaped, "I fell into the lake." He was very happy about it.

In front of the first-year students, Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged bench on the floor, and on top of the stool was a very shabby, dirty patched wizard's hat, and the freshmen stared at the hat, and the others stared at the hat.

There was silence for a moment, and then a crack in the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat began to sing: "At least a thousand years ago, when I was just weaving, there were four famous magicians whose names were still widely known. The brave Gryffindor came from the moor, the just Ravenclaw from the gorge, the sweet Hufflepuff from the valley, and the shrewd Slytherin out of the swamp. They share common desires, hopes, and dreams. They came up with bold plans to educate the younger generation, and Hogwarts School was founded, and now each of the four seniors has their own class, each with a different collection of moral values. For Gryffindors, the most courageous commendation always precedes the rest. When it comes to Ravenclaw, the smartest is always the best. For Hufflepuff, the hard-working workers are the most to be admired. The Slytherins, who were power-seeking, favored those with high aspirations. They could pick and choose when they were alive, and when they were dead for many years, Gryffindor found a way. He took me off his head, and the Pioneer gave me some mana, so I was able to give them a choice instead, and to slide me comfortably past you, and I was never wrong, and I could read your mind and tell you where you stand. ”

When the Sorting Hat finished singing, the hall erupted in deafening applause.

While the Sorting House was busy above, Opal was thoughtful below—it seemed that what Riddle had told her was true, and that the Goblet of Fire was about to start the school year, otherwise the Sorting Hat wouldn't have suddenly changed to singing this kind of history-telling song.

Merely...... Sorting Hat, will you die if you don't stab Slytherin a few times?! Will you die, will you die, will you die?!

Squinting slightly, Opal carefully made a note in his mind.

There aren't many new students, and even fewer are assigned to Slytherin House, but as the Chief, new students who arrive at their own house are still welcome. Opal looked at the wet new student on his body, and after a few turns of the wand in his hand, a few silent drying charms and additional warmth charms were thrown away—although the drying charm was not very comfortable when used on people, it was better than feeling wet all over, wasn't it? Not to mention that it was rude for Slytherin to let the freshmen sit in wet clothes.

It seemed that they had noticed the movement on the side of the Slytherin table, and the prefects of the other houses had begun to cast the same spell on their freshmen to make the rest of the dinner more comfortable.

The rain still beat like drums against the high, dark windows, and another thunderclap shook the windows, and the cloudy sky swept through the thunderbolts and illuminated the golden plate, and the remnants of the first course on the plate disappeared, and then it was replaced with pudding. When the pudding had eaten up, and the last bit of crumbs had disappeared from the plate, Dumbledore stood up again, and the humming of the hall immediately stopped, except for the roaring wind and the pounding of the rain.

"Attention."

Dumbledore smiled at them. "Now we're all well fed and drunk. I have to warn you that I have a few things to inform. ”

"Mr. Filch, the chief of discipline, wants me to tell you that this year's school taboo list has been added to the list of taboos, such as yoyo screaming, tooth edge frisbee and back darts, etc., for a total of 437 items on the list. I think interested students can check it out in Mr. Filch's office. ”

As he said this, the corners of Dumbledore's mouth moved. "I still want to warn you that the flat forest is not allowed for students to enter, and those below the third grade are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village."

"Finally, I regret to inform you that this year's intramural Quidditch Cup will not take place."

With Dumbledore's last words, the hall was immediately filled with gasps, and a glance at the past could see that most of the students were opening their mouths in surprise.

However, before the students could riot, Dumbledore said, "It's because of an event that started in October and will continue throughout the school year. It takes up a lot of time and energy from the teachers - but I promise, you're going to enjoy the event, and I'm happy to announce that this year, Hogwarts—"

At this moment, a deafening thunder sounded, and the door of the hall was pushed open with a "bang".

A man stood in the hallway, on a long cane, covered with a black traveling cloak, and everyone in the hall turned their heads to look at the visitor. Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck the roof, illuminating him, and he unbuckled his hood, a long gray mane and dark gray hair falling down, and he began to walk towards the faculty desk.

With every step he took, the hall reverberated with a heavy gurgling sound, and he walked to the end of the table, turned to the right, and walked towards Dumbledore, and another thunderbolt slashed across the roof, and the thunderbolt clearly showed the man's face, which seemed to have been carved out of rotten wood to a man who had only the slightest vague idea of the human face, and the carver seemed to have no experience with chisels, and every inch of his face seemed to be scarred, and his mouth was like a deep cut cut diagonally, and a large part of the bridge of his nose was missing, but it was the man's eyes that were frightening.

One of the eyes was like a bead, small and black, and the other was like a coin, large and round, still blue. This blue eye kept turning, without blinking, up and down, looking left and right, very not like a normal eye, the blue eye turned to the right, towards the back of his head, so they could only see the whites of his eyes.

The stranger approached Dumbledore and held out his hand as scarred as his face, while Dumbledore shook his hand and said something, while the stranger shook his head in reply with a suppressed voice and a blank smile. Dumbledore nodded, motioning for the man to sit in the empty seat to his right.

The stranger sat down, brushed away the dark gray sideburns on his face, pulled over a plate of sausages, picked up the plate and sniffed it with his remaining nose, then took a knife from his bag, forked one end of the sausage, and began to eat, his normal eyes staring at the sausage, but his blue eyes were still rolling in their sockets, looking around the hall and the students.

"Let me introduce our new Dark Witchcraft Defense Teacher."

Dumbledore broke the silence and said happily, "He's Professor Moody." ”

In response, the students in the hall applauded, but the applause was very sparse, especially on the Slytherin side, where there were basically only two or three kittens.

Moody, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about the unenthusiastic welcome, his hand reached into his travel cloak, pulled out a pot-bellied bottle, and took a big sip, ignoring the jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, and as he raised his arm to drink, his cloak pulled a little off the ground, and a clawed foot could be seen peeking out from the wooden foot of the table under the table.

At this time, Dumbledore cleared his throat again, "As I said, we are honored to host an extremely exciting event next month, it has not been held in over a century, and I am happy to inform you that the Magical Threesome will be held at Hogwarts this year!" ”

[Should I say that it is true......]

Compared to the others who were cheering for the good news, Opal curled his index finger and looked thoughtfully at Moody, who was sitting at the faculty desk. As if sensing Opal's gaze, the blue eyes that were spinning wildly were also looking at her, but the next moment they turned back. Moody seemed to be shaken, and then looked away from Opal.

It's just a man-made magic eye, a magic eye that is not even at the red level, do you really hope to be invincible?

Opal snorted disdainfully in his heart, looked away his gaze, and after staying on the bottle in Moody's hand for a while, he slightly hooked the corners of his lower lip, and the cold light in his red eyes flashed.

With such a clumsy disguise, do you really think you can fool everyone?

I hope someone can be smarter, or else...... She's happy to get her hands dirty and teach someone a lesson.

As for the rest......

Now that Headmaster Dumbledore has gone out to take some little guy as bait, and Riddle has also ordered the relevant tasks, what else can she do if she can catch the big fish that is the target of her mission?

Harry...... Ask for your own blessings. (Harry: QAQ, say yes, classmates, love it!) ）