Some people want to go in, while others are tired of going in and out and yearn for a free world.

Unable to comment on the invitation sent by Shakespeare, Sean pondered for a long time, and finally decided to send a gift, and the person did not go.

Sean understood that the wedding was not one of the reasons why Shakespeare sent the invitation so solemnly, and if the disciple was going to get married, he only needed an owl to deliver the message.

Looking at the hand, both the cover and the font reveal a sense of importance in it.

It seems that his own disciples are also about to appear on the stage of the wizarding world. It's not just a simple wedding, but it also has other meanings in it.

Sean can guess that the family status of the person the disciple marries must not be bad.

After thinking about it, Sean went to prepare a gift for the celebration.

Then he found an owl, tied a short letter, and sent it with a gift.

"I'm almost fifty years old, and I still want to eat tender grass, and I don't know how old I am now, eight years old?"

Smiling self-deprecatingly, seeing that the owl had flown out of his sight, Sean decided to go to Dumbledore, he needed to determine what the old man would do with his mutilated immortal disciple.

"I never believed in prophecy and would not do what it instructed. If the prophecy is correct, it must be a pre-arranged script, and it only needs to be spoken through the mouth of a prophet. ”

After writing this paragraph, Sean closed the notebook.

Looking up at the clock, it was almost six o'clock.

After packing up the utensils on the table, and of course paper and pens, I found clothes that were not dirty or decent, and rushed out.

It's another annual orientation meeting, and Sean, who has seen it many times, is not particularly interested in this grand event full of rituals for others.

No matter how novel things are, if you look at them for fifty or sixty years in a row, you will get tired of them.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's strong request, and the threat that was not considered a threat, Sean would never have appeared in order to let a bunch of bear children appear on this special night just to look at himself.

I have a beard, even if I have shaved it on purpose, I want to look more mature.

After the time of the body was stopped, no matter how hard Sean tried, the beard still did not become black and hard as he imagined, but the fluffy beard made him look a lot more immature.

Forget how long it's been since you've taken care of your beard with a lot of autonomy, and your hair is like a bird's nest, and it may be a new generation of performance art and trends.

With a stiff body under the event, Sean went to the main venue tonight, I don't know how many little wizards will enter their favorite college, or there will be children like Norman, who will be ruthlessly abandoned by the family because they entered the wrong college.

It's like the gamblers holding their tickets before the draw, unknown and exciting, and for Shaun, watching the disappointed look on the little wizard's face is probably the only fun tonight, unless Dumbledocken agrees to join the Orchestra of the Dead.

Greeting the portraits around him, Sean couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been out.

It seems that when I finished my classes last semester and handed over my exams and tired work to the new teaching assistant, I entered a wonderful state.

This state is called the world outside the door is too scary, and what can save you is a small room and a warm bed. It is also thanks to the existence of house-elves that his house business can be realized.

Shake your head and put these distractions behind you.

Thinking of the new teaching assistant, Sean felt a little headache, such a simple problem as teaching on his own could not be solved, and every time he encountered a choice, he had to find himself and ask him to make his own decision, which made him annoyed.

Some miss Shakespeare, and I really don't know why he had to join the Ministry of Magic.

Status? Money?

Sean didn't know, but felt that without Shakespeare by his side, he had a lot more things to worry about, and it would be a big problem to deal with the new teaching assistant.

Some chagrin agreed that Shakespeare had gone away, which is like a person who has carefully cultivated an object for decades, and finally cultivated an object that suits his heart. But the object said that the world was so big that he wanted to see it.

In this way, except for the greetings and meetings every Christmas, Sean rarely meets Shakespeare.

But looking at his disciple's bald head, Sean's irritable heart calmed down a lot, after all, he was still dark and bright after living for so many years.

Pushing open the door, the inside was brightly lit, and the decoration on the walls was not Sean's preferred color.

Some of the gloom is biased towards dark green colors, which are not a qualified decorative color, both from the senses and from the mental blows.

However, this is the tradition, and Sean can't change it.

As one of the longest-serving professors at Hogwarts, Shaun doesn't have as much weight to say as a headmaster for a thousand-year-old school.

"Good evening, it's a pleasure to see you in such spirits."

"Good evening, is the Book of Rubick okay? It's been a long time since I've seen it, Professor Shaun, could you please help me relay it so that the Book of Rubick can come to me when I'm free? ”

"Of course, I'll tell it."

"Thank you very much."

"I think it's your turn to get out of the horse and not bother you with your work."

After talking to the Sorting Hat for a while, Sean heard the bustle outside the door and knew that this year's freshmen had gathered outside the door, waiting for the annual convention to begin.

So, with the Chamber

Hat said goodbye, and Sean came to his seat.

On the right-hand side was Professor McGonagall, the Dean of Gryffindor House and Professor of Transfiguration, whose seats were empty at this time, and who had been guiding the new students for several years.

One more seat was Dumbledore, who sat in the main seat.

Nodding to Old Deng, Shaun saw that the freshmen had no intention of coming in, so he sat down in Professor McGonagall's seat and whispered.

"Script, is it starting?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then figured out what Sean was referring to.

Gently waving his wand, in order not to let others hear their conversation, from the look in his eyes, Sean could tell that he was still quite dissatisfied with the fact that he had brought it up on this occasion.

The people below only saw two professors who had been at Hogwarts for decades, discussing things that others could not hear, and it was difficult to tell what the two were saying even from the shape of their mouths, which could not help but make people's curiosity reach an unusually high level.

As the door opened, the two of them were still bowing their heads and communicating, and the little wizards entered the lobby in unison, surprised by the magnificent sight before them.

With Professor McGonagall's arrangement, the sorting ceremony officially began.

The Sorting Hat duly sang the same lyrics that had been unchanged for a thousand years, and the tune had changed slightly, and it seemed that he was also an aversion to conformism.

You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance,

If you can find a hat smarter than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat jet black and shiny,

Make your high-capped caps smooth and crisp,

I'm a Hogwarts test hat,

Naturally, they are taller than your hats.

Any thought hidden in your mind,

can't hide from the golden eyes of the magic hat,

Put it on and try it, and I'll tell you,

Which college should you be assigned to?

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is bravery buried in the bottom of my heart,

Their boldness, their courage and their boldness,

Make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuff students are stoic and honest,

Not afraid of hard labor;

If you are shrewd,

Perhaps the old Ravenclaw will enter wisdom,

Those who are wise and learned,

There will always be their fellow believers;

Maybe you'll get into Slytherin,

Maybe you make sincere friends here,

But those who are cunning and insidious will stop at nothing,

to achieve their purpose.

Come put me on! Don't be afraid!

Don't panic!

In my hands (even though I don't even have a hand)

You are absolutely safe

Because I'm a thinking hat!

"Professor Sean, could you please get out of my seat?"

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall."

Nodding apologetically, the sorting ceremony was over.

After waving his hand to a slightly reddish Dumbledore and making a gesture of understanding, Sean returned to his seat, looking with interest for something among the young wizards who had just been divided.

Dumbledore, who came back to his senses, saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and there was no lack of whispered discussion and surprise below.

His face was slightly hot, and Dumbledore knew that he had been pranked by Sean.

Some people may wonder if these two guys, who are old men at the same age, deliberately subordinate sound insulation spells in order not to be heard by people about the river crabs.

Or, the thick-skinned Professor Sean is actually an experienced man who just wants to make a fool of the Headmaster of Hogwarts and say something inappropriate for children.

As Dumbledore's speech ended, the empty plate on the long table was full of hearty food.

Needless to say, whether it is a freshman who is in a difficult mood or a senior student who is already hungry, there is no need to command or wait for the next order, rolling up his sleeves and shaking off his cheeks is the most correct choice at this time.

"Is that the boy?"

Sean saw a dark-haired boy with glasses, and could clearly see a clear sign on his face, a lightning-like scar.

Glancing to Dumbledore, and getting an affirmative answer from him, Sean's hand under the table clenched into a fist.

"Professor Quirrell, is there anything on my face?"

Upon eye contact with Dumbledore, Shaun noticed that Professor Quirrell, who had wrapped himself in a turban, was staring at him.

"No, no, no, it's been a long time since I've seen Professor Sean, I don't know when you're free, I found some precious materials in Albania and want to give them to Professor Sean."

"Next Monday, you can come to me after I finish my afternoon class."

After saying it lukewarmly, Sean will not refuse any gifts sent to the door.

First, occasionally cultivate relationships with colleagues.

Second, don't send gifts to your door in vain.

The conversation ended coldly, and Sean still observed Professor Quirrell, the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, with his spare eyes.

After looking at Dumbledore and seeing that he looked fine, Sean didn't want to cause more trouble.

Probably, this is also a part of Lao Deng's script.

Come to think of it, Shaw

Eun put Professor Quirrell down and continued to observe the boy.

Have you started?

is very calm, but Sean doesn't know if this boy is the key figure in the so-called trial, and whether he is the protagonist who drives the development of the script in this world trial.

Doubts can't help but arise.

Like in the world of planting and the world of the sea, Sean trusts his instincts very much, and relies on this intuition to successfully pass the trials of the two worlds.

But today, when I look at the boy who gobbled up, I don't have the same feeling as the previous two worlds.

Is he really the key?

Sean wondered, pondered, and the movements in his hands stopped.

No amount of delicious food can replace the uneasiness in people's hearts.

For more than 50 years, except for daily research, accumulating magic and recording his mental journey, Sean has not been in contact with too many people in the country.

He was reluctant to contact other people, even Shakespeare, who had stayed with him for decades, and when he offered to go out and break in, Sean rarely took the initiative to contact him.

Not having too deep a relationship with others has become one of Sean's principles in the world of trials.

Without relationships, there would be no inner trauma and emotional turmoil, no misjudgment in an emergency, and no fear to consider the consequences of choices.

Mage, you need a cool head and a strong heart.

Over the years, even if he hasn't mastered a few more effective spells, Sean still feels that his heart has become much stronger.

Loneliness, sometimes makes people stronger, even if this loneliness also brings other potential threats, for him now, it is a good thing.

Under the arrangement of the various prefects, the well-fed and well-fed children, under the command of Dumbledore's out-of-tune, ended the grand and formal dinner tonight with a chaotic song.

Sean also said hello to the professor after the students left, and left in a hurry.

He needed to prepare for the new semester and make sure that the boy was one of the keys to the real thing.

"My name is Sean, maybe your parents have told you about me, maybe there are some freshmen who have just been introduced to the wizarding profession, but it doesn't matter."

Looking at the first-year students sitting on the lawn with some amusement, Sean walked back and forth with his hands behind his back to introduce his class to them.

The melee mage course, even Hogwarts, which has experienced a lot of ups and downs, still does not change the meaning of the existence of this compulsory course.

Slytherin and Gryffindor freshmen are the first students to receive Sean's education in the new semester.

Most of the Slytherin students and a small number of Gryffindor students could see a very embarrassed look on their faces, which made the students who didn't know the inside story curious.

"Interesting, you'll all be bitter melon faces later."

Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Sean swept over the child, and silently made up his mind in his heart.

If he doesn't break it, he can't stand it, since his intuition has not reacted, and he has survived it for so many years, it is time for him to take the initiative to attack once.

"No matter what your parents or brothers say about my lessons, one thing you must remember is that those who can't hold on will be repeated even if Headmaster Dumbledore asks for it. If you don't care about repeating a grade, I'll tell you the good news, and the guy who repeats the third grade will be treated as a dropout. When the time comes, it will not only make your family lose face, but it will also be even more difficult to find a decent job......"

As he spoke, he took out a copy of the approval document obtained from Dumbledore in many ways, and added Dumbledore's special mark on it by cutting it first and then playing it, so as to prove the legitimacy of this approval.

"Alice, read the rules of the course to them, today's homework is for everyone to copy ten times, I don't want anyone to use the excuse that they can't remember."

"Yes, Professor Sean."

The young woman, somewhat embarrassed, took out a long piece of parchment.

The above content is based on Sean's devil training syllabus of Sister Angelina's head, combined with the foundation of the training summarized by the three waves and them, and the details that he spent a night thinking about, the latest version of the melee mage's training course was produced.

"That red-haired imp, yes, what about you."

Alice didn't stop reading, but Sean looked like a boy with a lightning scar on his head with one hand open and couldn't believe what he was hearing, wanting to complain but not daring to complain.

Sean caught him, and after a moment, asked, "Weasley?" ”

"Yes...... Yes, Professor Shaun, I'm Ron Weasley. ”

The red-haired imp replied tremblingly.

From his brother, he gets a lot of information about Sean.

For example, the Ageless Devil at Hogwarts, the Worst Professor at Hogwarts, the Black Devil at Hogwarts, ...... And so on, hardly a good word.

And for the first time, he saw his twin brother with a look of fear as if he had seen the most terrible monster in the world.

"What you wanted to say just now, I see that you seem to have something to say."

Signaling Alice to leave him alone, he also wanted to play tricks on the Weasley family on a whim, thinking of the twins, Sean thought it was necessary to give the Weasley children a dismount.

No one can be sure if the Weasleys kids are all troublemakers.

"Huh? Are you mute? Or did Mr. Weasley never teach you manners? ”