The Hogwarts lobby, with its starry ceiling like the deep night sky, is unimaginably high, thousands of candles float in mid-air, illuminating the entire hall, and a long table is placed on a high platform filled with all kinds of food, gold plates and goblets glittering.

The air was filled with a seductive scent, and there were several wizards sitting on either side, with strange costumes and appearances, ranging from a middle-aged wizard with a short stature like a goblin to a middle-aged man with a beard on his face, and an old man with half-moon-shaped glasses sat at either end of the long table, and opposite him was a young man in a white robe, and on the table beside him, there was a black cat squatting, desperately eating the food on the plate.

"To our Madara Uchiha!" Dumbledore raised his glass and gestured to the teachers around him.

"Respect Madara Uchiha!" The teachers chimed in, including Hogwarts key keeper Rubeus. Hagrid was the loudest.

"Thank you!" Madara picked up his glass, nodded at the Hogwarts professors, took a sip of the wine, and scanned his gaze at the professors.

Dumbledore gave him a brief tour of Hogwarts, gave him accommodation, and held a banquet in the evening to celebrate his appointment to Hogwarts.

"Is Professor Madara from the East?" Rupert. Hagrid asked curiously, holding a wine glass the size of a thermos.

"Hmm!" Madara cut the steak in his hand, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and nodded with a smile.

Snape glanced out of the corner of his eye, and silently ate his food.

"What country is Professor Madara from?" The diminutive wizard asked sharply.

"This must be Professor Flitvier, the dean of Ravenclaw! I've heard that you're highly skilled in spells, and I'd like to ask you for some guidance when I have time. Madara smiled at the wizard and nodded, not answering his question.

Mao Xiaoxian lowered his head and snickered, these people wanted to find out the origin of Madara, but they didn't know that he was not from this world at all.

Minerva. McGonagall frowned slightly, she really couldn't understand why Dumbledore found such a person of unknown origin to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, the most important thing is that this person has no magical powers, although his strength is very strong, but Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry, how can a person without magic teach magic courses.

"Professor Madara has won the award!" The diminutive Professor Flitwick nodded, saying no more, already knowing that Madara was reluctant to reveal where he came from.

Silence had returned to the table, and everyone was thinking about their meals, and beside McGonagall sat a lean woman, wearing a pair of large glasses, with countless strings of chains and beads around her neck, and her hair as tousled as a haystack.

This man is none other than Sybil. Traurini, now a professor of divination at Hogwarts, was the one who made the prediction that strengthened Dumbledore's belief in Harry Potter.

Traurini winced and peeked at Madara, Dumbledore asked her to make a prophecy about the man, Madara seemed to sense something, and looked up at Traurini calmly.

Smack!

With a shake of her hand, Traurini knocked over the plate on the table, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and everyone's eyes were on Traulini.

"Sybil!" Professor McGonagall glanced at Traurini disapprovingly, she had no liking for the crazy, bullshitty witch.

"Right...... I'm sorry! Traurini apologized and pulled out her chair to get out of here.

"This lady, please wait, you have been watching me for a long time, you might as well tell me your prophecy." Madara picks up the cloth and wipes the juice off the corners of his mouth.

"No, nothing!" Traurini smiled awkwardly.

"Tell me about it, no matter what you say, I won't be angry." Madara didn't let Traolini go, and the crowd had already put down their knives and forks, and looked at Traolini with interest, they also wanted to hear what Madara's prophecy was.

"Say, Sybil! It's okay! Dumbledore looked at Traurini with a gentle gaze that seemed to soothe the fear in people's hearts.

"Blood, death, fear, corpses......" Traurini said a few words in a trembling voice, and before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a burst of laughter.

McGonagall covered her mouth and snickered, holding back her laughter.

"And then?" Madara smiled.

"You shouldn't exist!" Traolini looked at Madara with a vacant gaze, without a trace of emotion in her eyes, and she was like two people who were as timid as a mouse just now.

Dumbledore frowned, Snape's eyes narrowed, and the others were either surprised or thoughtful, only Hagrid circled his head, and with his half-blood giant's brain, he didn't understand Traurini's words at all.

"Sybil! How can you say such a faux pas! Don't apologize yet! Professor McGonagall broke the silence and let out a loud shout, glaring at Traurini in exasperation, although she didn't like to see Madara, but she was also a professor at Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry, what did I say?" Awakened by McGonagall's shouting, Traurini came back to her senses and hurriedly apologized, her eyes confused, she couldn't remember what she had said.

"Professor Madara, please don't listen to her nonsense, almost everyone has been cursed by her since our Professor Sybil came to Hogwarts, but we are alive and well." McGonagall saw Madara bow her head and was silent, thinking that he had been hit, and kindly comforted him.

"I think what she said was funny!" Madara smiled disapprerovingly, his heart sank, he underestimated the divination a little, Traolini almost revealed his origins, these people didn't understand, he knew it.

"I still have some things, so I'll leave first!" Traurini seemed to be too scared of Madara to stay long, so she hurried down the platform and ran out of the lobby in embarrassment.

"Alright, let's drink this wine together and forget about the unpleasant!" Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Dumbledore raised his glass and said in a loud voice.

Peace returned to the table, but everyone's minds were no longer on the food, and Madara's inaugural dinner was hastily over.

At night, Ban leaned on the soft velvet bed, flipped through the book in his hand explaining the structure and origin of magic, the four-poster bed hung down the curtain, and the room was placed with candlesticks, and the soft light illuminated the whole room, very medieval European style.

"Madara, can we spend more time at Hogwarts!" The cat fairy lay on the bed, staring at Madara with big green eyes.

"You like it here?" Surprised.

"It's fun here, the floating stairs, the weird ghosts, and the food is really delicious!" The cat fairy turned over comfortably.

"Yes!" Madara touched the cat fairy's fur and continued to stare at the book in his hand.

"Have you learned magic?" Cat Xiaoxian asked curiously.

"Almost." Madara nodded, put down the book in his hand, and picked up the holly wand on the bedside table next to him.

"Show me!" Cat fairy stared at Madara excitedly.

Madara flicked his wand, and nothing happened.

"Haha...... Didn't you say you learned? The cat fairy clutched her stomach and laughed wildly.

"That's why I said almost." Madara laughed.

"Woo-ha...... Let's sleep! "Cat Xiaoxian played for a day and was a little tired.

"You go to sleep first! I'll read the book for a while! Madara put on his slippers, pulled the quilt on the side, put it on the cat fairy, extinguished the candlestick, left only a candle head, placed it on the table, and began to continue flipping through the various magic books. rs