Led by Hagrid, the first-year students crossed the Black Lake by boat and were walking towards the castle, where a conversation was unfolding.

"Welcome, Monsieur Rochefort." In the Headmaster's office, Albus Dumbledore was talking to his new young teacher, Bernard Rochefort.

"Actually, it should be Defence Against the Dark Arts that is really suitable for you, but unfortunately we already have a very good Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, but fortunately, if it weren't for that, maybe the students of Hogwarts would never have seen the mysteries of alchemy." Dumbledore said softly, but his blue glasses seemed to shimmer with a dazzling light.

Greeted by Dumbledore's receptive, Bernard responded heartily, "You're so kind, Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell is really good, and we've fought side by side, so I can't take his job. As you know, as an alchemist, it's my mission to spread and promote alchemy, and it's a privilege to teach at Hogwarts at a school of wizardry and wizardry with a long history and many celebrities, and I still have a lot to learn from you. ”

"Haha, Bernard, your words are too modest, anyway, you are still welcome, let's go, the dinner is about to begin." Dumbledore smiled heartily and led Bernard towards the hall. Walking behind Dumbledore, Bernard still looked humble and polite, but deep down: "Hmph! Remembrance, Dumbledore......"

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On the other side, Professor McGonagall, dressed in an emerald green robe, stood outside the door of the Great Hall to greet the first-year students, and after carefully explaining the relationship between the four houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin and the House Cup, she led the group of ignorant children into the door of the Great Hall.

Hermione was babbling to a girl about the fact that she had seen the ceiling enchanted in A History of Hogwarts to make it look like the night sky outside...... But Harry was in no mood to listen to these magical anecdotes.

For once again he saw the wizard who had helped him on the train platform, sitting at the long table at the end of the Great Hall, with his head tilted sideways, slightly tilted, as if he were chatting with a fat witch in brown robes and a small brown pointed hat beside him, and it was evident that the two were having a good conversation, and they both had smiles on their faces.

As if sensing Harry's gaze, the blond young man turned to look at Harry, and smiled happily at him when he saw that it was Harry. Harry was about to smile back when Ron next to him squeezed over and yelled at Harry, "Oh my God, is he smiling at you?" Do you know each other? There was definitely no such teacher at Hogwarts before, otherwise Fred and George would have told me......"

Without answering Ron's question, Harry was about to look at the blonde young man, but Professor McGonagall's voice came through: "In a line, the person whose name I read came forward, put the sorting hat on his head, and then put it on the stool and waited for the sorting house." ”

It seemed like he was missing something, but it didn't matter, and the sorting began, and Ron, who was beside him, complained again, "We just need to wear this hat?" I'm going to kill Fred, and I hear him say it's like fighting a giant. ”

Ignoring Ron's complaints, Harry had already noticed that his new friend seemed to be a fond of complaining, but that was all he could, and Harry bet he wouldn't dare trouble Fred.

"Hannah Abbott!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Susan Pence!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Bout!" "Ravenclaw!"

"Mandy Blohor!" "Ravenclaw!"

After a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in a row, today's first Gryffindor freshman, Lavender Brown, has finally arrived. Millicent Hoststed then became the first freshman to be sorted into Slytherin.

From the beginning of the Sorting House, the long table was silent, even at the faculty table, and Bernard had to follow the local customs, carefully watching the sorting ceremony and quietly calculating in his mind whether the sorting of the sorting hat was a deep reflection of the soul or a simple probability.

There was another boring repetition of names, and the Sorting House finally came to a climax, feeling that the teachers around him were sitting up slightly straight, Bernard secretly laughed, didn't these well-known wizards know that Harry Potter had been booked by Dumbledore a long time ago, he belonged to Gryffindor, and this could only belong to Gryffindor.

As expected, "Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat loudly announced Harry's belongings, and Dumbledore took the lead in applauding, Harry seemed a little confused, following the Weasley twin brothers' shouts, "We've got Potter!" We've got Potter! Harry sat down at Gryffindor's table.

Looking at the enthusiastic applause of Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, the blonde young man, and the other professors, Harry felt that the wizarding world seemed to be pretty good.

At the end of the sorting house, Professor McGonagall tapped the goblet softly, and her voice reminded everyone that the Headmaster had something to say.

The tall Dumbledore stood in the middle of the teacher's chair and said in his usual gentle voice, "First of all, we would like to welcome a new teacher, Professor Bernard Rochefort, who will be teaching alchemy at Hogwarts for the first time, so please cheer enthusiastically. ”

Harry saw the blond young man, no, it was Professor Bernard Rochefort who stood up and bowed slightly, then sat down again. Dumbledore seemed to be saying something again, but Harry was drawn to Hermione's voice beside her, and she was saying to the girl named Lavender Brown, "Cool, our alchemy teacher is actually the author of the textbook......"

Lavender Brown beside him apparently didn't hear what she was saying, just nodded unconsciously, and then became a nymphomaniac at the teacher's table. And Harry finally remembered that he seemed to have seen the name Bernard Rochefort on the covers of the books "Alchemical Linguistics" and "A Preliminary Study of the Mysteries of Alchemy", and he seemed to have wondered if this name was not a British name, and looking at the professor's appearance, it really did not seem to be British.

By the time Harry reacted again, all he could hear Dumbledore say, "Please take my words to heart and stay away from the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor." ”

He turned around and tried to ask Ron beside him what the headmaster had just said, but seeing Ron staring at the chicken leg and drooling, Harry suddenly stopped talking.