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561. New school year

"Have the best night ever!" he smiled heartily and spread his arms as if to hug the entire auditorium. Pinshu.com

"What's wrong with his hand?" Hermione gasped.

She's not the only one noticing this. Dumbledore's right hand had turned black and looked lifeless, just as it had been the night he had gone to Dursley's house to pick up Harry. A whisper swept through the room, and Dumbledore only 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 back, freshmen, and welcome back, old students! another year of magical education awaits you......"

"When I saw him on the summer, his hands were already like that. 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. Fell, has asked me to issue a ban for everyone from bringing any mischievous items purchased from a magic trick shop called Weasley.

Those who would like to join the House Quiddi 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 has agreed to return to his former position as Potions teacher. ”

"Potions lessons?"

The word "Potions class?" echoed through the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had misheard.

"Potions lesson?" Ron said with Hermione, turning his gaze to 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!" said Harry, and many people turned their heads to him. He didn't care; he just stared angrily at the faculty desk. How could Snape get the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this time? Didn't everyone know that Dumbledore couldn't trust him for the job?

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

"I thought he would!" he racked his brains to recall what Dumbledore had told him, but when he remembered it, he realized that Dumbledore had never said anything Slavhorn 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 that his disgusting face had a triumphant expression.

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

"What do you mean?" asked Ron.

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

"Harry!" Hermione said reproachfully, looking horrified.

"Maybe he just ended up taking back the Potions lesson. Ron said rationally, "That Slavhorn probably won't want to stay long, Moody won't." Dumbledore cleared his throat. Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren't the only ones discussing, and the entire auditorium erupted in buzz about Snape's final go. 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 getting away with it once again, and they're 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 the 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. So I urge you to be sure to follow any safety restrictions your teachers may impose on you, no matter how annoying they may be – especially the rule that you can't 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 in a timely manner. 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. Goodbye!" As the benches scraped on the floor, hundreds of students began to stream out of the auditorium and rush to 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?" Ron asked as they walked at the back of a crowd of students pouring out of the auditorium, and no one else could hear them.

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 mission would the mysterious 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? ”

"There's a delay in 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 when he was in the forest. We talked for a while. ”

"Really?" said Harry, careful not to make contact with Ron's gaze, for when Harry once saw Hagrid's ferocious, tree-uprooting giant brother, his vocabulary was no more than five words, and his two pronunciations were incorrect.

"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 had come earlier, you could have said hello to Buck - I mean, Wether!" he cheerfully waved 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 Protector creature class this semester, did you?" Ron shook his head.

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

"And Hermione," Ron said, "and neither did she, did she?" Harry shook his head again. What would Hagrid say when he found out that his three favorite students had all given up the class he taught?

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, isn't he?" Ron said before Hermione could speak.

"Well," she said uncertainly, "I don't know...... It looked like Malfoy wanted to make it more important to be realistic...... 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 this time studying, Ron!" Hermione said as they headed down the hallway.

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

"Stop!" Hermione held out her arm to stop 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. Ron waited for him to disappear when the horse pulled the frisbee from Hermione's hand.

"Awesome! I've always wanted this!" Hermione's protest was drowned out by a giggle laugh, and Rad Brown clearly found Ron's words amusing. She smiled as she walked past them, glancing back at Ron. Ron looked pleased with himself.

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

"But he can't really think that we want to continue the Conservation Creature class!" she looked a little distressed. "I mean, when has any of us ever shown ...... You know...... A little bit of enthusiasm?"

"But here's the problem, isn't it?" Ron swallowed an omelette in one gulp. "We worked hardest in the classroom because we loved Hagrid. But he thought we liked this stupid class ... Is it?"

Neither Harry nor Hermione answered;

They clearly knew that no one in this grade would want to continue the Conservation Divine Biology 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 distribution of the curriculum has been more complicated than ever before,。。。 L。 Grade.

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

Neville took a little longer to sort out, as Professor McGonagall looked down at his application. L。 At the time of the results, his round face showed a worried look.

"Herbal class, good," she said. "Professor Sprout sees you with an 'excellent'. L。 You'll be happy when you get 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' isn't good enough,。。 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.

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