When the last one named Rose? Zeller's girls were sorted into Hufflepuff, and when the sorting ceremony was over, Professor McGonagall picked up her hat and stool and strode away, at which point Professor Dumbledore stood up.

Ning An stopped talking to Snape in a whisper, and the auditorium was quiet, everyone looked at the headmaster with different eyes, and during a holiday, the outside world's opinion of Dumbledore was up and down, from his removal from the position of president of the Wizarding Union, to the expulsion of Wizengamot, and the "Daily Prophet" advertised, Dumbledore was a demagogic old fool.

The news was getting through the news all the time, and even though many students still believed that their headmaster was smart and wise, it was undeniable that their parents would be more or less biased towards Dumbledore's attitude.

The old wizard preached everywhere that Voldemort had returned, and for those wizards who were afraid of the return of the terrible mysterious man, it was much easier to subconsciously deny, or even deny, those who preached such views than to be brave enough to accept them, so that before coming to Hogwarts, the students were always reminded of this by their parents.

"Don't take Dumbledore too seriously, and of course, stay away from that Harry Potter, he can even bewitch Dumbledore, who knows what nonsense he will say to you."

Under such circumstances, when Dumbledore stood up, the atmosphere in the Great Hall became more or less eerie.

"Welcome to our new students," Dumbledore said in a loud voice, his arms outstretched and a big smile on his lips, "welcome!" Welcome to our old students – welcome back! There's a lot of time for speeches, so let's eat it all the time! ”

There was a burst of appreciative laughter and applause in the auditorium, and the students at Durmstrang were also applauding, in previous years at the opening banquet in Durmstran, Karkaroff would always babble a lot of nonsense, although I don't know what the style of the new headmaster is, but at least this year at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's style is quite new to them.

Ning An looked at the delicacies that suddenly fell from the sky in front of him, and the faculty desks were piled with large pieces of beef, pies, plates of vegetables, bread, jam, and pots of pumpkin juice, and they ***** from being overwhelmed.

"What are you talking about...... Harry? What the hell is going on with Potter......"

Ning An was grabbing the plate of ribs closest to him, he was really hungry, even if he ate a few pieces of chocolate frogs and Bibi multi-flavored beans in the car, it was far less appetizing than the tempting food in front of him now, he was almost gobbling it up, but fortunately, the students below were eating and chatting by themselves, and no one noticed that the new principal of Durmstrang was eating a little indecently.

"It's just some useful advice, Professor Snape," Ning said, swallowing his ribs; "I think you'll be more interested in what's going on in the car when you come."

Snape slowly picked up a small piece of baked potato with a fork, put it in his mouth, and was silent as Ning An continued

"That new Slytherin prefect, Blaise? Zabini-san, you went crazy on the train, you should really see, what's going on-"

"You're worried about Harry? Potter goes crazy too? That kid has gone crazy for a long time. Snape said in a deep voice, the voice between the two of them.

"Yes, you're right, I think you should have heard about those things Harry did during the summer holidays from Headmaster Dumbledore." Ning An swallowed the contents of his mouth vigorously, took another big sip of pumpkin juice, and said with a satisfied expression;

"I suspect someone is secretly manipulating Harry's emotions."

"Emotional manipulation?" Snape's sharp eyebrows furrowed together, "It's not easy, only a wizard of the Dark Lord's level......" His voice was low and deep, as if caught in some kind of memory.

"Anyway, I wish you could pay a little more attention to him, you've been watching over Harry all the time, haven't you?"

"What? I? Snape looked very insulted, extremely annoyed, and his neck above the shoulders was shaking dangerously, "Ning An, even if your wings are hard now, it doesn't mean that you can speculate about me at will!" ”

Ning An saw that Snape reacted so much, hurriedly stopped eating, stretched his neck and swallowed the stuff in his mouth, stretched out his hand to show that he had no malicious intent, and said:

"Wow, Professor Snape - I don't mean anything malicious, I've said everything I need to say, it's up to you to decide what to do next......"

Snape glanced at him, said no more, and turned his head to look back and forth between the five long tables below, scanning the students of the various houses, Ning An was no longer surprised by Snape's awkward personality, and he couldn't reconcile with him or anything.

Now he could enjoy his steak and kidney pie with more concentration and relish, followed by a large plate full of his favorite fruit tart in syrup, and after getting tired of Durmstrang's fish, shrimp and lamb meatballs, the Hogwarts house-elves seemed to have a special flavor.

The opening banquet was very long, the students gradually ate and drank enough, the sound of the auditorium gradually became noisy, Dumbledore got up again at this time, the voice stopped talking immediately, everyone turned their faces to the headmaster, Ning An was thinking about where he would stay tonight, Durmstran's students had been arranged, and Dumbledore had opened up two spacious dormitories for them to rest, which had been negotiated before the start of school.

"Alright, I'd like to ask you to be quiet for a moment while you digest a sumptuous meal, and listen to me as usual about what you need to know about the new semester."

As Dumbledore spoke, the students in the Great Hall fell silent.

"First of all, I think you've noticed that this year's opening party was a little different from the past, and we had some new friends among us." The students at the captain's table of the four major houses looked at the Durmstrang who were alone at the table, and Dumbledore did not pause for long, and he continued:

"Let's welcome Durmstrang students, maybe you already knew some of your classmates from this school last semester, but this year, these 5th graders will be joining you in class, learning magical skills, and spending a full semester at Hogwarts, of course. L exam, as to whether the results are valid, we have to consult with Mr. Durmstrang's principal on this point. ”

Dumbledore stretched out his long arm as he spoke, leaning at Ning An and said, "We also need to get to know the new headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mr. Ning An, many people must know him, he is your alumnus." ”

Ning An stood up and bowed, and a polite but not enthusiastic applause rang out in the auditorium.

Dumbledore's next speech was even more lengthy and tedious, as Mr. Filch, the administrator, reminded everyone of the four hundred and sixty-second rules that no magic was allowed in the hallway between classes, and many other rules, and finally he introduced two new professors.

One is Professor Graplan, who can understand Hagrid's absence, some of the Norse giants were taken away by him, and after controlling some of them, they were basically in the hands of the Nordic wizarding forces with Durmstrang as the core, and Hagrid's efforts were meaningless, but maybe Dumbledore sent him to find the giants somewhere else, or contact other forces that could fight against Voldemort.

And the other, Ning An looked at the toad-like witch, her heart felt uncomfortable, she didn't know when she stood up, cleared her throat, and coughed twice, which interrupted Dumbledore's words, and he realized that this witch seemed to mean to speak.

Dumbledore only looked surprised for a moment, and then he sat down smartly, looking intently at Professor Umbridge, the students in the auditorium whispered, this scene was really strange to look at, the other teachers could not skillfully hide their surprise, Professor Sprout's eyebrows were almost jumping into her floating hair, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly.

Ning An turned his head to look at Snape, his face was expressionless, and his gloomy face was still staring at the students below, not knowing whether he was looking at the Slytherin table or the Gryffindor table.

The students were laughing secretly, there weren't many new teachers who dared to interrupt Dumbledore's speech, this one obviously didn't know the rules of Hogwarts, but Ning An didn't think so at all, this Dolores? Umbridge was obviously sent by Fudge to Hogwarts to spy on Dumbledore, and Dumbledore's life must have been very difficult this semester.

Ning An wasn't even sure how long he would be able to stay in this magic school, and he secretly made up his mind that he must learn about the magic of love from Dumbledore as soon as possible, and then resurrect Caridora.

"The headmasters of Hogwarts have innovated in their responsibilities with managing this historic school, and this is a well-deserved ......"

Umbridge's long and boring speech made Ning An drowsy, he watched the students below also exchange ears and whisper to each other, Hermione sat between Harry and Ron, her eyes were staring at her, the two looked at each other, Ning An handed over a reassuring look, and Hermione smiled.

Then Ning An's gaze swept towards Durmstrang's table, Malfoy was talking to a boy behind him with disdain, the Durmstrang boy kept nodding his head, as if he agreed with what he said, and Daphne supported the side of his face with one hand, as if he was going to fall asleep on the table at any moment.

Everyone else is similar, at the Ravenclaw table, Autumn? Zhang was chatting with his friends, and when Ning An looked over, he also met her gaze, which made him stunned, but Qiu Zhang almost immediately shyly parted away, and Luna, who was a few seats away from her? Lovegood clutched the copy of "Singing Against Tune" in his hand.

There were no other classmates around her, and when she saw Ning An's gaze sweeping, she stood up and waved her hand excitedly, and Ning An suddenly felt at a loss, for fear that Umbridge would raise her head and see this scene.

Fortunately, she focused on her slow and coherent speech, reading the endless amount in her hand, as if she were reading the parchment that was still growing as she read it

“…… Because some changes have good results, while others, when the time is right, will be found to be a decision error......"

Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Harry found himself losing concentration, as if his brain was drifting off, and looking at Umbridge's short gray-brown curly hair, the big pink bow that was very ugly, he mischievously thought about what would happen if it was a toad.

The thought was like a drop of water seeping out of the dike, and he couldn't stop thinking about it, as if there was some kind of desire driving Harry, "Do it, do it, no one will find out, it's going to be fun, it's going to be full of applause—oh my God, everyone is getting bored, let's have some fun." ”

Harry's hand slowly lowered from the long table, and near the inner pocket of his robe, an eleven-inch-long, soft holly wand lay quietly in the pocket, the moment Harry's fingertips touched the wand as if it were electrocuted.

"Come on, let's have some fun, let's give this toad-like woman something nice." The voice in his head was still repeating, and Harry was almost trembling as he pulled his wand out of his pocket, his hand still hidden in his robes, his posture a little strange, but one who was far away would not notice anything.

"Harry?" Hermione, who sat behind him, was clearly not so easy to fool, she was sensitive to Harry doing something strange, and Harry turned a deaf ear to Hermione's calls.

“…… Let us keep moving forward and enter a new era of enlightenment, efficiency and reasonableness, resolutely maintaining what should be maintained, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and discarding those ...... that we should prohibit"

Umbridge's voice was high and high, and although the air voices were gone by the time she spoke, the dry words were narrated by her so dry that they gradually wore down the students, and what little patience was left was like a lullaby that would have to put everyone to sleep.

Gradually, however, there was a chuckle or two in the auditorium, which was not obvious at first, but soon Umbridge sensed that something was wrong, and it seemed that all the students were coming to their senses, and the students who had yawned and held their arms were now widening their eyes and pointing at themselves, and the object of their laughter was themselves.

"Ah...... Professor Umbridge ...... "Dumbledore called softly behind her, but Umbridge didn't have time to turn around, she felt something moving above her head, something alive above her!"

She reached over slowly, the cold touch, the bumpy particles, the slippery and greasy, as if it were some kind of toad, and whether it was a toad or something else that was slippery, Umbridge hated it so much.

The next second the toad jumped down from the top of his head, and the students in the auditorium, unable to control their laughter, burst into laughter, even the faculty and staff couldn't help laughing, Professor McGonagall hurriedly stood up, "Ah, that's true...... Who is it...... It's really ......."

Umbridge's small eyes stared at the audience, trembling with anger.

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