In the lively auditorium, the students who had just returned from the holiday greeted each other, greeting each other about the interesting things that happened during the summer vacation, of course, there were also people who were generally curious about the new people at the table, they had already come into contact with Durmstrang's wizards last semester, but this time the group of people were dressed in a completely different way from before, this bright red robe, it looked like a "battle wizard" style.

Dumbledore slowly walked towards Ning An, with a smile on his face, his smile has always been like that, reassuring and warm, but of course, if it is an enemy, such as Voldemort, he can only figure out hostility and hatred from his smile, different positions, the angle of looking at things will always deviate, people are in the world, no matter how high they stand, they can only be blind people to understand the world, without him, but the individual is narrow after all.

"Welcome, Principal Ning'an." Dumbledore had two more goblets in his hand, and he gently handed one of them to Ning An, behind the crescent-shaped glasses, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through completely.

"Hopefully we'll have a fun semester." Ning An took the goblet, touched it lightly with Dumbledore, and was just about to raise his head to drink, but heard a crisp and powerful cough in his ear.

"Ahem—"

Ning An looked down, and in front of her stood a short and fat woman, who looked like some old aunt who had never been married, with short gray-brown hair curly and a very ugly pink bow on it, which matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over the long run.

She held a goblet in her hand and gestured slightly to Ning An, her pale, toad-like face and a pair of drooping eyelids, and her bulging eyes almost didn't frighten Ning An.

"Hello—you must be the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mr. Ning'an." Her voice was high and high-pitched, with a breathy voice, like a little girl's voice, for some reason, this fake voice made Ning An feel a chill when she heard it.

"I'm the British Ministry of Magic, and I'm going to be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts this semester, Dolores? Umbridge. ”

Ning An looked at the woman in the fluffy pink cardigan, and then looked up at Dumbledore, who was expressionless, as if he had adopted an attitude that neither denied nor stopped all this, or perhaps he himself was powerless to stop it.

"Ah, hello—" Ning An lightly touched Umbridge with the wine glass in her hand, which seemed to make the latter very excited, as if she had completed a milestone of some major event, and her face turned red with excitement.

"My colleagues and I at the Ministry of Magic have always believed that educating young wizards is a very important thing, and that some of their innate talents may be fruitless if they are not cultivated and trained under careful and careful guidance......"

Ning An looked at the woman who suddenly began to give a boring speech in surprise, not understanding what was going on in her mind, just as Ning An was thinking about putting down the wine glass directly and finding a place to sit down, Professor McGonagall walked into the auditorium with a long group of first-year students who looked frightened, Professor McGonagall held a stool in her hand, on which was placed an old wizard's hat, the hat was patched with patches, and there was a wide tear next to the frayed brim.

The humming conversation in the auditorium died down, and the first-year students lined up at the staff desks, facing the other grades, Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them, and then stepped back.

Umbridge had a disappointed look on her face, even a person as blind as her could see that now was not the time to talk to Ning An, Ning An breathed a sigh of relief, winked at Umbridge with a smile, barely held back the feeling of vomiting and said:

"Professor Umbridge, looks like we're going to end the conversation for now—" he said, gesturing to McGonagall on the other side.

"Ah, it's okay, Mr. Headmaster—we'll talk later." She seemed to completely ignore Dumbledore behind her, and Shi Shiran returned to her seat, the expression on Dumbledore's face was light and light, and he didn't seem to mind this, he looked at Ning An, nodded, and Ning An said:

"Mr. Headmaster—"

Dumbledore stopped and turned around.

"About the magic course we said we had - when are you going to start?"

Ning An's agreement with Dumbledore included that he had to teach himself about the magic of love, otherwise he wouldn't have to come to Hogwarts in person.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and said to him, "After the opening ceremony, let's talk about this in detail, Headmaster Ning'an—"

Ning An nodded, and sat back at the teaching desk, he understood that Dumbledore said that he would teach him, then he would definitely teach him, and he didn't have to be anxious, and at this time, the sorting ceremony began, Ning An forgot when he had last watched the sorting ceremony in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, and now it seemed to bring back some of his original memories.

The faces of the first-year students shone pale in the candlelight, and it was normal for the children in the group to look trembling, and it was normal for them to feel uneasy about being watched by so many wizards and about to decide which house to be assigned to.

Ning An suddenly felt that maybe there should be a sorting ceremony in Durmstrang, and it was also a good idea to use the method of dividing the houses to teach and manage the students, but how to do it seemed to be still to be considered, at least magic props like the sorting hat were not so easy to make.

The whole school held their breath as they waited as the crack in the brim of the sorting hat opened like a mouth and began to sing.

This year's Sorting Hat sings a different song than usual, usually only describing the different qualities that Hogwarts values and what it has done to its students, but this year it was a bit strange that the Sorting Hat gave advice to the school.

This made many students feel a little uneasy, Ning An looked down from the staff desk, Hermione sat in the middle of Gryffindor, next to her Harry and Ron, and Neville and Ginny sat on the other side, although she stayed with Ning An all this time, but fortunately at least she did not completely destroy the relationship with Ron and Harry.

On the Durmstrang bench on the far side, Durmstrang students watched this scene with interest, except for Malfoy and Daphne, who had transferred from the school, most of the rest had never seen Hogwarts' unique way of sorting, a hat that could talk and sing was surprising enough, not to mention that it could also tell your qualifications and what characteristics of the house you belonged to, which was simply amazing.

As Professor McGonagall lifted the long piece of parchment in her hand, she shouted out the first name, "Euann?" Abercrombie - "The Sorting Ceremony has officially begun.

One by one, the students were sorted into Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, or Slytherins, and when Ning An swept her gaze from the faculty desk to the green table where Slytherin was, several students immediately looked away, they were secretly looking at Ning An just now.

Slowly, the long line of first-year freshmen shortened little by little, and when Ning An was watching with relish, the chair next to him was suddenly pulled out, and he turned his head to look, and a tall figure sat down next to him.

Snape was like a huge black bat, his sallow face was bloodless, he didn't know what he had just done, and now he came, there were no empty seats around, only an empty chair next to Ning An, so he sat down as a matter of course.

"Ah, long time no see, Professor Snape—" Ning An greeted him in surprise, the two of them hadn't seen each other since Snape had visited Durmstrang after the end of last semester.

Snape sat on the chair and watched the sorting ceremony in the auditorium with a blank face, even if a freshman was sorted into Slytherin House, he didn't bother to move his eyebrows, for Ning An's greeting, it could be seen that Snape didn't want to pay attention to it, but he still reluctantly turned half of his face and replied coldly:

"I don't think we need to see each other often, you should be busy, Mr. Durmstrang Headmaster."

"Honestly, the knowledge you taught me about potions and magic came in handy, and I always thought of you as my teacher, Professor Snape."

"So you're chanting spells and casting magic on your teacher? Want to use the poison spells you learned from me to give me some awesome looks? ”

Snape's voice was gloomy and cold, as if hiding in a corner and sneering, Ning An shuddered, patted his shoulder, and said to Snape:

"You are still remembering the things in the secret room, how long has it been, I was still a child at that time, and I didn't understand many things, how can you hold a grudge against a child?"

Snape turned his whole face this time, staring at Ning An, the Roman hooked nose was high / Standing / Ting , but it was so hung that he was about to be crooked, his cold eyes projected a gaze that was difficult to look at, but Ning An looked straight at it calmly.

"You're a kid? INTERVIEWER Do you describe yourself as a child? Ning'an? Although Snape's voice was slightly raised, he still kept it in a relatively low voice, and Professor Sprout, who was sitting next to Ning An, couldn't hear the conversation between the two, and he didn't know what kind and friendly conversation they were having.

"Haha, Professor, I have always felt that you are the kind of person who is knowledgeable, elegant and polite, how can such a person not be open-minded, it is better to let the past things pass, what we need more is to focus on the future, right? Isn't that why I'm here? ”

Snape snorted coldly, raised his head back, his greasy shoulder-length black hair straightened again, he picked up the small goblet on the table, took a sip of the wine inside, put it down again, and ignored Ning An, but Ning An spoke again

"Actually, I have something I want to remind you that I have been taken care of by you a lot, so I think I should let you know about it."

Snape turned his face, still half-opened, looked at South, and suddenly smiled, he sneered and said to South, "If you have something to say, just say it, Ning'an, you know how well we know each other-"

Shaking the wine glass in his hand, Snape returned his gaze to the table in front of him, he stared at the table, and said with a little recollection:

"Do you know what I think when I think back to when I taught you magic and how to make potions?"

Ning An didn't need to answer, he understood that since Snape said this, he would definitely continue, and sure enough, Snape didn't give him a chance to answer, so he took a breath and continued

"I guess you had a plan when you first approached me, you learned those magic from me, you know, especially some of my personal secrets, black magic, your purpose is definitely not simple."

"But what does it matter, Professor, you are the Head of Slytherin, don't you know a Slytherin? Even you're a Slytherin yourself—"

Ning An's words once again aroused Snape's sideways eyes, but this time he didn't sneer or refute, just silently shook the wine glass in his hand, Ning An leaned back, let himself sit a little more comfortable, and then leaned forward again, approaching Snape in a voice that only the two of them could hear, and said in a deep voice:

"I suggest you pay more attention to Harry? Potter, someone might want to use him for something. ”

Snape's hand shaking the glass stopped, his shoulder shook slightly, Ning An could see it clearly, but Snape pretended nothing was happening, his voice cold and suppressed

"Harry? Porter ——? Everyone knows that someone wants him to die, don't you know the Dark Lord's thoughts? That's why he's at Hogwarts, Dumbledore will protect him, and when you need to be reminded of this kind of thing. ”

Snape put the glass down again, leaned back, and said nonchalantly, "Besides—what does this have to do with me, I wish that Gryffindor idiot/gua idiot had to die soon." ”

Ning An frowned, and said seriously: "Professor, you should understand that I won't say that useless nonsense, if the person I am referring to is Voldemort, I don't need to mention it to you, obviously the person I'm talking about is not Voldemort, or even a Death Eater." ”

Hearing Voldemort's name, Snape's shoulders trembled violently as if he was afraid, but then he immediately turned his face and carefully examined Ning An carefully, and only spoke slowly after a while

"Why are you telling me - about Harry? Potter's business. ”

"Actually, I told Headmaster Dumbledore," Ning An smirked, "but I think you might be interested in that too, and that's one of my reasons for coming to Hogwarts, and I hope you'll help me find out who is trying to turn against Harry, because that guy's plot might involve me and my other friends as well." ”