"Have the best night ever!" He smiled heartily and spread his arms as if to hug the entire auditorium. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What happened to his hand?" Hermione gasped.

She's not the only one noticing this. Dumbledore's right hand had turned black and looked lifeless, the same as the night he had gone to pick up Harry from Dursley's house. A whisper swept through the room; Dumbledore just smiled and covered the wound with his purple-gold sleeve, and he wasted no time in interrupting them.

"There's nothing to worry about," he said briskly, "all right...... Welcome, freshmen; Welcome back, old students! Another whole year of magical education awaits you......"

"His hands were already like that when I saw him on summer vacation." Harry whispered to Hermione, "But I thought I was cured now...... Or maybe Madam Pomfrey cured him. ”

"That hand looks like a dead man's hand," Hermione said with a disgusting expression. "But there are some injuries that can't be cured...... Ancient mantras...... There is no antidote to some poisons......"

Dumbledore continued.

“…… Our Administrator, Mr. Filch, has asked me to issue a ban for everyone from bringing any mischievous items purchased from a store called Weasley's Magic Tricks.

Those who would like to join the House Quidditch team this academic year are requested to submit their names to your Head as usual. We also need a new game commentator, and those who are interested should report to the Dean as well.

We are excited to welcome a new faculty member this year. Professor Slavhorn," Slavhorn stood up, his bald head reflecting the candlelight, his big belly in his vest shadowing the table, "an old colleague of mine who agreed to return to his former position as Potions teacher. ”

"Potions lessons?"

"Potions lessons?" The word echoed through the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong.

"Potions lessons?" Ron and Hermione said together, turning to look at Harry, "But you said—"

"Professor Snape, in the meantime," Dumbledore raised his voice, drowning out all the muttering, "will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. ”

"No!" Harry exclaimed, and many people turned their heads to him. He doesn't care; Just staring angrily at the faculty desk. How could Snape get the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this time? Hasn't everyone known for all these years that Dumbledore couldn't trust him to do this job?

"But, Harry, you said Slavhorn would teach Defence Against the Dark Arts!" Hermione said.

"I thought he would!" He racked his brain to recall what Dumbledore had told him about it, but when he remembered it, he realized that Dumbledore had never said anything that Slahhorn would teach.

Snape, seated to Dumbledore's right, didn't stand up when his name was read, and simply lazily raised his hand in response to the applause that erupted from the Slytherin table, but Harry was sure there was a look of triumph on his disgusting face.

"Well, at least one thing is good," Harry said brutally, "and Snape will be finished this year." ”

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"This job is cursed, no one can stay more than a year...... Quirrell even died. Personally, I'm going to cross my fingers to curse another death. ”

"Harry!" Hermione reproached, looking terrified.

"Maybe he's just going to end up taking back the Potions lesson." Ron said rationally, "That Slavhorn probably won't be willing to stay long, and Moody won't." Dumbledore cleared his throat. Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren't the only ones discussing; The entire auditorium erupted in talk that Snape had finally gotten his wish. Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten how sensational the news he had just released was. He didn't say anything more about the appointment, but paused for a few seconds until everyone was absolutely quiet before continuing.

"Now, as everyone in the auditorium knows, Voldemort and his followers are once again at large, and their power is growing." As Dumbledore spoke, the quiet atmosphere in the Great Hall tensed again. Harry glanced at Malfoy. Malfoy didn't look at Dumbledore, but used his wand to hover a fork in mid-air, as if the Headmaster's words weren't worth his attention.

"I don't know how dangerous the situation is or how careful you should be to keep yourself safe. The castle's magical barriers have been strengthened throughout the summer, and we've taken a lot of newer, stronger measures to protect them, but we still have to be careful to guard against the negligence of every student and staff. Therefore, I urge you to be sure to follow any safety restrictions that your teachers may impose on you, no matter how annoying these things may be - especially the rule that you should not get out of bed and walk around at night. I implore you that if you notice anything strange or suspicious happening inside or outside the castle, please report it to any of the teachers immediately. I am confident that you will be able to manage yourselves, out of the utmost respect for your own safety and the safety of others. Dumbledore scanned the students with his blue eyes before smiling again.

"But now, your beds are waiting for you, as warm and comfortable as you had hoped, and I know your first thoughts are for a good rest for tomorrow's lesson. So, let's say goodnight. Good bye! With the screeching scraping of benches on the floor, hundreds of students in the auditorium began to stream out and into their dormitories. In order to avoid attracting attention, and to keep Malfoy away from the story of his broken nose again, Harry pretended to tie his shoes and deliberately left behind, allowing most of the Gryffindor students to go to the front. Hermione also ran to the front to guide the first-year students in their prefect duties, while Ron stayed behind to accompany Harry.

"What the hell is wrong with your nose?" They were walking at the back of a crowd of students pouring out of the auditorium, and no one else could hear them, so Ron asked.

Harry told him what had happened. Ron didn't laugh to show that their friendship was strong.

"I saw Malfoy fiddling with his nose and mimicking something," he said with a grim face.

"yes, forget it," Harry said hatefully, "Listen to what I said before I found out...... Harry thought Ron would be shocked to hear Malfoy's boastful words. However, Ron remained unmoved, and Harry felt that he was a little stubborn.

"Alright, Harry, he's just playing to Parkinson...... What kind of tasks would the mystery man entrust to him? ”

"How do you know Voldemort doesn't want to put eyeliner in Hogwarts? It's not the first time—"

"I hope you don't mention that name again, Harry," a complaining voice came from behind. Harry looked back to see Hagrid shaking his head at him.

Dumbledore called him by his first name. Harry said stubbornly.

"yes, well, but that's Dumbledore, isn't it?" Hagrid said mysteriously. "Why are you late today, Harry? I'm worried. ”

"Delayed on the train," said Harry, "why are you late?" ”

"I'm with Glopp," Hagrid said happily. "Forget about the time. He now had a new home in the mountains, and Dumbledore had arranged a nice big cave. He was much happier than he was in the forest. We talked for a while. ”

"Really?" Harry said, being careful not to make contact with Ron's gaze; The last time Harry had seen Hagrid's murderous, tree-uprooting half-brother Giant, his vocabulary was no more than five words, two of which were not pronounced correctly.

"Yes, he's really improved," Hagrid said proudly, "and you'll be amazed when you see him." I'm thinking about training him as my assistant. ”

Ron snorted loudly through his nose, but tried to disguise the past with a violent sneeze. Now they were standing next to the oak door.

"Anyway, we'll see you tomorrow for the first class after lunch. If you come early, you can say hello to Buck - I mean, Weathering! He waved his hand happily goodbye to them, and walked out the door into the night.

Harry and Ron both looked at each other. Harry knew that Ron's heart must be as heavy as he was right now.

"You didn't take a class on protecting magical creatures this semester, did you?" Ron shook his head.

"You didn't choose either, did you?" Harry shook his head.

"And Hermione," Ron said, "and neither did she, did she?" Harry shook his head again. What does Hagrid say when he finds out that his three favorite students have all given up the class he taught? Harry didn't want to think about it anymore.

Before breakfast the next day, Harry and Ron met Hermione in the common room. In order to find some support for his theory, Harry eagerly told Hermione what he had overheard from Malfoy on the Hogwarts Express.

"He's obviously showing off to Parkinson's, isn't he?" Before Hermione could speak, Ron spoke first.

"Well," she said uncertainly, "I don't know...... It looks like Malfoy wants to say that he is more important than he really is...... But this lie is too big......"

"Exactly," Harry said, but he couldn't go on, because so many people were trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, not to mention how many were staring at him and whispering behind his back.

"It's rude to point fingers," Ron yelled at a particularly skinny first-year boy as they joined the group as they climbed out of the portrait hole. The boy who was muttering Harry to his friends quickly blushed and fell out of the portrait hole in panic. Ron laughed heartily.

"I love being a 6th grader. And we're going to have a lot of free time this year. You can sit here and relax for the whole time. ”

"We need to spend all this time studying, Ron!" Hermione said as they headed down the hallway.

"That's right, but not today." Ron said, "I think I'm going to get a good night's sleep today." ”

"Stop!" Hermione held out her arm and stopped a passing fourth-grader. The man clutched a gray-green disc tightly in his hand and tried to pass her. "Fangs Frisbee is forbidden to carry, hand it in."

She told him harshly. The boy grimaced, handed over the barking frisbee, slipped under Hermione's arm, and followed his friend away. As soon as Ron waited for him to disappear, he immediately pulled the frisbee from Hermione's hand.

"Awesome! I've always wanted this! Hermione's protest was drowned out by a giggle; Lavender Brown clearly found Ron's words very interesting. She smiled as she walked past them, glancing back at Ron. Ron looked happy with himself.

The ceiling of the auditorium is a tranquil blue dotted with thin clouds. It's like the square sky they see through the high skylight. While enjoying porridge, eggs, and ham, Harry and Ron recounted to Hermione about their embarrassing conversation with Hagrid the night before.

"But he can't really think that we want to continue with the protection of magical creatures!" She looked distressed. "I mean, when have any of us ever shown ...... You know...... A little enthusiasm? ”

"But that's the problem, isn't it?" Ron swallowed an omelette in one gulp. "We worked hardest in class because we loved Hagrid. But he thought we liked the stupid class. You'll be counting on someone to continue taking the N in this class. E。 W。 T。 Is it? ”

Neither Harry nor Hermione answered; The answer is already obvious.

They knew very well that no one in this grade would want to continue taking the Conservation of Magical Creatures class. When Hagrid left the table ten minutes later, they avoided his gaze and nonchalantly responded to his cheerful wave.

After eating, they sat down and waited for Professor McGonagall to come down from the faculty table. This year's work of distributing class schedules is more complicated than ever, as Professor McGonagall first has to confirm that everyone is making sure that they are in the N of their choice. E。 W。 T。 The required O has been reached on the course. W。 L。 Grade.

Hermione quickly decided that she would continue her Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbs, Arithmetic, Divination, Ancient Magic, and Potions classes, so she immediately ran to the first Ancient Magic lessons.

Neville will take a little longer to tidy up; When Professor McGonagall looked down at his application, she looked at O. W。 L。 At the time of the results, there was a worried look on his round face.

"Herbal class, good," she said. "Professor Sprout sees you with an 'excellent' O. W。 L。 You'll be happy when your grades come back to her class, and you can continue to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts because your grades are 'beyond expectations'. But the problem is Transfiguration. I'm sorry, Longbottom, a 'pass' is just not good enough for you to continue with N. E。 W。 T。 level, I just don't think you have what it takes to handle this class. Neville hung his head. Professor McGonagall stared at him through her square-rimmed glasses.