This year's welcome dinner can be said to be the same as always.

It didn't take long for the freshmen, led by Professor McGonagall, to the faculty chairs and honestly lined up in a long row.

When Professor McGonagall placed his old sorting hat on an equally old stool, the conversation in the auditorium quickly subsided.

This is true of every new class, and they are in a variety of moods as they face the mysterious sorting ceremony that is about to begin.

Under the light of many candles, the faces of the freshmen looked a little excessively pale.

At this moment, the whole school and teachers waited quietly—waiting for the Sorting Hat, as in previous years, to sing its opening song like a tongue twister that had been made up for a whole year.

I have to say that it was a bunch of clichés, not so much to introduce the history of the school to new students, but to recite the history of Hogwarts.

It pulled the thread and twisted the brim of the hat, conveying what it should convey out out of tune, so that the freshmen listened a little cloudy.

Fortunately, the song of the Sorting Hat ended quickly.

“…… So, let's sort out now! ”

After singing the last verse, the Sorting Hat returned to its original motionless state, except for the epilogue of its eerie singing, which echoed through the quiet of the Great Hall.

After that, the sorting ceremony began unsurprisingly and ended unsurprisingly.

"Welcome freshmen," Dumbledore said, smiling as he stood up and spread his arms, "and, of course, welcome veterans!" While we do have something to announce, it certainly isn't the time – let's have a good time! ”

The welcome dinner is always sumptuous, with a variety of delicacies on display, presented in a "stack" rather than "arrangement" manner before the eyes of the young wizards.

Oh! All right! Correcting a little - not only in front of the young wizards, but also in the faculty seats.

But even so, Harry thought something was missing.

For example, there is still no one sitting in the empty seat in the faculty chair; For example, Hagrid is still not seen in the auditorium.

It wasn't until everyone had finished their final dessert, the sweet syrupy fruit tarts, that Dumbledore stood up again, quieting the young wizards again.

As mentioned before, the ballad of the Sorting Hat is just a cliché after all, and what is really useful has to be explained to you by the greatest white wizard of our time.

"As your stomach pouches work to the fullest for a moment, I'd like to ask you, as usual, to hear me about some of the dos and don'ts of the new semester."

"First-year students need to know that the forbidden forest on the edge of the hunting grounds is not allowed – and I would like to reiterate this, and the senior students should also try to keep this in mind."

"Then, Mr. Filch, the administrator, please remind everyone that the school rules that need to be followed in their study life are posted at the door of his office - the list is a bit long, but it is necessary to look at it."

"In addition, this year is more special, there are three changes in our teaching team——"

At this point, Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued in a solemn tone:

"Now, we welcome back Professor Graplan, who will be teaching your 'Conservation of Magical Creatures' class—"

There was a rather lively round of applause from the long tables in the colleges, and it seemed that Mr. Hagna had actually failed quite a bit, at least everyone would have a better opinion of Professor Graplan, who had been a substitute teacher.

After the applause subsided, Dumbledore continued:

“…… We also welcome Professor Umbridge, who will be in charge of teaching your Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ”

This time, the applause was obviously less, and I am afraid that it was more of a kind of polite welcome, and it seemed that everyone didn't like this "elderly girl" dressed in "pink and tender" clothes.

"Finally, there's another new professor who doesn't seem to be there yet, but I'm—"

At that moment, he paused abruptly, and turned his head to look at Professor Umbridge with a hint of inquiry.

Since she was not much the same as she was standing, no one really understood for a moment why Dumbledore had stopped speaking abruptly.

At this time, everyone only heard Umbridge clear her throat, and everyone realized that she had already stood up, as if she was about to say something!

Dumbledore didn't look surprised, he just nodded slightly, and then calmly sat back in his chair, waiting peacefully for her to speak.

However, compared to Dumbledore, the faces of the other teachers were mostly not good-looking.

Professor Sprout raised his eyebrows, his expression quite stunned; Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, squeezing an "M" between her eyebrows.

At this time, of course, Snape was indispensable, and now he smashed his tongue even louder, and his displeasure was palpable.

The little wizards in the auditorium all whispered, and some of the students even laughed secretly - this woman is too unruly, isn't she?

"Ahem......"

Umbridge was unimpressed by all this, a fake smile on her face, and her voice was reminiscent of a cup of coffee piled high with sugar, disgustingly greasy.

"Thank you to the principal for your kind introduction, but a teacher who is absent from even meeting her students for the first time I think must be incompetent-"

"Crunch—"

Just as she had unscrupulously interrupted Dumbledore's speech, the sound of the Great Hall's door suddenly being opened from outside interrupted her speech mercilessly.

As the main entrance of the auditorium suddenly opened, the cold wind from outside suddenly poured in, dispelling most of the warmth in the room.

The moment everyone in the auditorium looked towards the door, a figure that was not very tall stepped into the auditorium calmly with regular and steady steps.

There was no superfluous movement from the visitor, but a few steps after he entered, the door seemed to be pulled by some invisible silk thread, and it creaked and closed again.

"I've heard that some people think I'm incompetent...... I can't pretend I didn't hear that! Do you say, Professor Umbridge? ”

"Ma ...... Card? ”

The young wizards were amazed, they didn't expect that when they thought they would never see Maca again, he would return to Hogwarts in an unbelievable capacity!

"Maca is...... New professors? Hermione said with her mouth half-open, "W-what's going on?" ”

"Maca? New professors? What is he playing? I'm not dreaming, am I? Ron was stunned.

He ...... What is he going to teach us? Harry also said incredulously, "There are new professors in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class and the Defence Against the Dark Arts class...... Are there any other classes that need to be changed? ”

Maca's unexpected appearance caused the entire auditorium to be silent, and there was an incessant buzz.

Umbridge frowned slightly, looked at him with a subtle expression, and let out a questioning laugh from his nose.

"This is the last new teacher of the school year? Oh hmph—" She broke the noise in the auditorium with a noble girl-like laugh, "Headmaster, which house is this?" Actually, I think I can still forgive such nonsense...... After all, children are always ignorant, aren't they? ”

Maca is the same age as Harry this year, and his appearance and figure have never been tall and mature. Judging by his appearance alone, he was really just a fifth-grade student.

For Umbridge, who has always been buried in the workplace and climbs up by unscrupulous means, she will ignore all the information that is useless for promotion.

In her opinion, Maca is just a child with an abnormal brain.

However, at this time, Dumbledore stood up again, and resumed his previously interrupted introduction in a flat tone:

"Professor Umbridge, I'd like to make a point about that—" Dumbledore said calmly, "this is the Commanding Professor at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mr. Marca McLean. ”

"In order to show the everlasting friendship between Hogwarts and Durmstrang, Headmaster Karkaroff specially sent this wonderful teacher to our school......"

"Starting this academic year, Mr. McLean will replace Professor Bussida Babling as the teaching of the Ancient Magic Literature course at our school, everyone is welcome!"

Needless to say, the shock of the little wizards was not to mention, and everyone's familiarity with Maca made them even more excited.

For Maca, a "former classmate", everyone gradually changed from initial indifference to curiosity, and then to jealousy, envy, fear, and respect......

A series of changes in perception made the maca in everyone's hearts become more and more "legendary", and finally fixed in "numbness".

It was as if now, after a moment of surprise, everyone applauded, almost mechanically, and unabashedly emerged "Oh! This guy is here again! Strange expressions.

The smirk on Umbridge's face stiffened, as if she couldn't understand Dumbledore's words, and her sharp voice pierced through the applause of the young wizards.

“…… Excellent teachers? Are you sure? She said, "A child who is fifteen or sixteen years old at most? ”

"That's true," Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "Mr. McLean has twice won the Transfiguration Today Award for Best Potential Newcomer, twice the Silver Medal of the Year for Practical Potions Master, and has published four consecutive scholarly commentaries on Ancient Runes in Ancient and Modern Magical Texts, and ......"

"Not long ago, Mr. McLean completed the ceremony of awarding the 'Second Class Order of the Order of the Sir Merlin'."

"I have to say that it is an honor for the whole of Hogwarts to have such an excellent teacher in our school!"