In fact, Van Lin caused quite a stir when he entered the hall.

As for what Van Lin did that night, everyone developed a shocking admiration and curiosity for Van Lin through the exaggeration of the report.

All Hogwarts students know that they are usually invisible, but they are able to step up when it matters......

(The conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin was basically led by Van Lin and Harry.) )

Everyone knows that their classmate is very strong, but how strong it is has always been a mystery.

No one had ever seen Van Lynn go all out, and the only one against Sirius seemed to be counted as one.

Although Transfiguration or something is very subtle, there is no comparison between this kind of teaching duel and dark wizard combat.

Maybe these students don't experience much, but they are always stronger than some professors they don't like.

On the one hand, there is teaching, and on the other hand, there is practice......

But fortunately, this is a dinner party, and there is also a freshman branch, so everyone is just talking about it.

Speaking of Branches......

In fact, since the first grade, Van Lin has hardly caught up with any of the sorting ceremonies to verify the ......

1st, 2nd, 3rd Grade......

At the beginning of the fourth grade, Van Lin finally reported normally.

It's a longing for it.

A few people sat down at the table, and the sorting was about to begin, which made Van Lin feel a little more relaxed.

Still, he still has to answer some of his friends' questions, Dean, Seamus, Neville......

Suddenly, there were a lot of people who discovered Gryffindor.

There were others, or Laura of Slytherin.

This beautiful Slytherin girl, she just went to the wrong house......

At that moment, a voice of extreme excitement, holding back his breath came from the table above.

"Hey, Harry, Van Lin!"

"That's Colin. Harry said cautiously.

Van Lin felt a little troubled, Colin was Harry's enigma brother, and now it seems that he was brought with him, which was not a good thing, and Van Lin suspected that his picture was Colin's to the Daily Prophet.

But fortunately, Colin's fan brother is very loyal, and his primary target is Harry.

"Harry, guess what, guess what, Harry, my little brother is back to school, my little brother Dennis!"

"Well, that's good. Harry said.

"He's excited!" said Colin, expertly jumping up and down in his seat, "I'm counting on him to get a Gryffindor! ”

"Well, okay. Harry said, turning to Van Lin, Hermione, and Ron.

"Siblings are usually in the same class, aren't they?"

Harry was judging by the Weasley children, all seven of whom had been sorted into Gryffindor.

"Oh, not necessarily. Hermione said, "Paviti. Patti's twins are both in Ravenclaw, and since they're twins, you think they're going to be together, right?"

Van Lin took the opportunity to look up at the professor's desk, which seemed to have a lot more empty seats than usual.

Hagrid, of course, was still fighting on the lake with the first-year students, and Professor McGonagall might be supervising someone else to dry the floor of the Frontrooms, but there was still a vacant seat, and that was Sirius's place, but now he belonged to someone else, Alastor Moody!

"Where's the new Dark Witchcraft Defense Teacher?" said Hermione, looking at the teachers.

They had never had a Dark Witchcraft Defense Teacher who lasted more than a year, and by far everyone's favorite teacher was Professor Lupin, but at the same time, it was also scary, a werewolf, even with the wolf poison potion, but he resigned last year.

Harry looked up and down the professor's desk, and there were no new faces.

"Maybe they won't be able to find the next one!" said Hermione, looking anxious.

"It's not unusual. Ron whispered, "After all, that position is poisonous, and many of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professors have left, and everyone thinks it's true." ”

"What really?" asked Harry.

"The curse of the mysterious man, I told you before. ”

"I didn't pay much attention to it, besides, curse this kind of thing......"

It was incredible to Harry, the magic he was exposed to was something that could be seen, something like this......

"If you've had the pleasure of being in contact with Greek or African shamans, you don't think so. Van Lin said.

"The curse is a very powerful magic, and it is very weird, there is no trace of it on the body, it only exists at the soul level. "It's like prophecy, but it's ......."

"I don't think Professor Trauney is a powerful wizard and well-versed in curses. Hermione said politely that she hated Professor Trawney very much.

This is simply an incredible thing to put on Xueba.

However, this is the case.

Harry wasn't going to take Hermione's words, and they didn't talk about the things Hermione hated in their little circle.

For example, Trauny, or the issue of house-elf rights.

Harry looked more closely at the table, where Professor Wiliver, the Teacher of Spells, was sitting on a large pile of cushions, and next to him was the Herbology Teacher, Professor Sputlaw, who was not wearing a very correct hat in her gray hair, and she was speaking to Professor Syniste in the Department of Astronomy.

On the other side of Professor Heniste was the yellow-faced, greasy-haired Potions teacher - the most hated man at Hogwarts, and Harry's hatred of Snape was on par with Snape's hatred of him.

Probably, Snape's hatred of him had grown since last year, when Harry helped Blake, who had been enemies since their school days, which was almost impossible to resolve, especially since Blake was rehabilitated and the two of them clashed more than once at school.

On the other side of Snape was an empty seat, which Harry assumed might be Professor McGonagall's, and adjacent to the seat, in the middle of the table sat Headmaster Professor Dumbledore.

His full silver hair and long collar shone in the candlelight, and his gorgeous dark green satiety was embroidered with many stars and moons. His long slender fingers together, his chin resting, he stared at the ceiling through his half-moon glasses, as if lost in thought.

Harry glanced at the ceiling as well, it had been spelled and looked like the sky outside. He had never seen a sky like this, and the black and purple that marked the storm tumbled through the air, and as another thunderclap rang out outside, a thunderbolt streaked through.

"It's not a good sign for the sky outside. Hermione said with a frown.

"It's a freshman today, why don't you make the ceiling better?"