September 1, 1991 was the beginning of the new school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it was also the day when new students were enrolled and assigned to the four houses.

Phyllis stood in front of the office window, looking out. At this time, night fell, and the weather today was not very good, with dark clouds and a gloomy sky pressing down, making people feel breathless.

Behind him, there was a slight sound of footsteps, and Amy whispered, "Master, it's half past eight, you should go to the auditorium." ”

Phyllis didn't speak, not knowing what she was thinking, and after a long while, she ordered, "Prepare that gray magic robe for me." ”

"Yes, master."

Ten minutes later, Phyllis arrived at the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle in a gray robe with dark stripes on the other side.

By this time, some of the faculty had already arrived, and Phyllis took the professorship and sat in her seat. Next to her was Professor Felius Flitwick.

"You're a little late." Once Phyllis was seated, Flitwick whispered.

"Something has been delayed." Phyllis responded simply, "What's wrong with you today, so happy?" ”

"Harry is coming today, it's that boy, Harry Potter! He's coming to Hogwarts! Although his voice was muffled, it was clear that Flitwick had an unconcealable excitement on his face.

"Oh." In comparison, Phyllis's face was much more flat, and even a hint of indifference could be seen in her eyes.

Seeing Phyllis like this, the smile on Flitvier's face faded and he sighed deeply.

At that time, the Dark Lord's riot brought irreparable trauma and pain to the wizarding world, and Phyllis was one of the victims of that war. Her parents died in the war against the Dark Lord, and for seven years, from the age of eleven to eighteen, Phyllis was imprisoned in the Kate family's ancestral home under the Bloodline Protection Spell.

Flitwick could have imagined how painful it would be for an eleven-year-old child to be locked up without parents, friends, or living creatures except for a house-elf, and how intense the despair would have turned into when she received the news of her parents' death in battle and took over the bones of her parents!

Phyllis hated the war and avoided all information about it, and Harry Potter, as an important task to end it, was also shunned by Phyllis.

In addition, the sensitive Flitwick speculated that Phyllis did not like to talk about Harry Potter because of a vague sense of resentment. Phyllis's parents died in the war against the Dark Lord for the entire wizarding world, and as a result, the entire wizarding world seemed to give all the honor to the boy who didn't die. As for those who died in the war, they were rarely mentioned in various newspapers and magazines, and Phyllis was probably unhappy about this.

This wasn't a valid reason to make it public, but it was human nature, and Flitwick could understand, at least to some extent, Phyllis's feelings.

"But he's an innocent, poor kid after all." Flitwick said very vaguely.

Phyllis smiled slightly, looked at the students who were entering the Great Hall one after another, and said, "I know, like them, he is a student of Hogwarts, and he is also my student, you have to believe that I treat students equally." ”

"Of course." Flitwick said.

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor Phyllis Kate was recognized for her liking Ravenclaw House, and for not treating the students of the other three houses with contempt or mistreatment. Flitwick still has a lot of trust in Phyllis's work ethic.

It wasn't a pleasant topic, at least for Phyllis. In order to calm the solemn atmosphere, Flitwick changed the subject and asked, "By the way, how is your rune magic analysis going?" ”

Speaking of academic matters, Phyllis's eyes lit up and said, "I already have an idea, I have tried to use topology, chaos theory ideas, plus the Gregorian equation mentioned in your book "Spell Analysis", and I have deduced some solutions. ”

"Topology, chaos theory?" Two words appeared in Phyllis's words that Flitwick had never heard, "What's that?" ”

"That's the mathematical theory of ordinary people's scientific and technological civilization, and it's still a relatively advanced one."

As a pure wizard, Flitwick didn't know much about the technological civilization of ordinary people, but as a typical Ravenclaw, he maintained a strong curiosity about knowledge: "Those ...... Is math useful for spell analysis? ”

Flitwick didn't expect to get a negative answer from Phyllis, she shook her head and said: "It's not very useful, magic and witchcraft are not constant constants, because they involve the soul, and they are not even objective constants, which is contrary to mathematics itself. As far as I know, there isn't any mathematical model that can be used for the study of magic spells, but some of the mathematical theories are very useful. If you want to give it a try, you don't need to delve into math, you just need to know some mathematical theory. ”

"Oh." Flitwick nodded, expressing understanding, and asked, "I really don't know much about the scientific and technological civilization of ordinary people, can you recommend a few related books?" ”

While Phyllis and Flitwick were having an academic discussion, all the students had already arrived, and the prefects of each house counted the numbers to make sure no students were left behind, and then reported back to the dean.

Once the students, including the ghosts of the houses, arrived, the professors took their places, and finally Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall pulled out a four-legged stool and placed it in front of the professorship, and placed a pointed wizard's hat on it. The hat was patched, worn out, and dirty.

This is the Sorting Cap, which is responsible for conducting the annual Sorting Hat.

Phyllis wasn't interested in the babbling broken hat - she hadn't been interested since Professor McGonagall made it clear that she wasn't allowed to study the Sorting Hat experimentally.

At this moment, there are probably few professors in the professorship's chair who are interested in the Sorting Hat, and among those new students is the boy who will not die, Harry Potter. Phyllis thought to herself, noticing that many of the professors were paying attention to the group of freshmen.

With so many powerful wizards under their radar, the first-year freshmen became more and more nervous. It's a kind of pressure from the soul, but I guess the little ones don't realize why they're so nervous.

In addition to Harry Potter, Phyllis also made a point of noting that there was a girl among the freshmen, named Leah Price, the head of the Law Enforcement Division of the Ministry of Magic, and the only daughter of Carl Price.

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