Snape sat at the far right end of the professorship, staring blankly at somewhere below, his eyes indifferent.

The words Dumbledore had told him during the summer vacation echoed in his mind. He knew what Dumbledore meant, but when he saw those eyes, he still had an irrepressible anger in them.

To James Potter, to Voldemort, to Dumbledore, to ...... His own anger.

Dumbledore, who was smiling on the side, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at him. Snape was a master of Occlumency, but Dumbledore was a master of telephony.

Even if Dumbledore hadn't deliberately used Celestial Thoughts on Snape, he would have been sensitive to his strong mood swings.

Not only Dumbledore, but also one person noticed that something was wrong.

Harry, who was secretly observing the professors, happened to look at Snape, and Snape's eyes were as deep as a pool.

"Hiss......"

Harry clutched the scar on his forehead and let out a cry of pain.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ron asked vaguely, holding a chicken leg in his hand, nibbling on it with pleasure.

"Nothing."

Harry shook his head, the feeling of being struck by lightning had come and gone as fast as he had just gone, and his forehead had returned to normal.

"What's that professor's name?"

Harry gestured to Snape, who was looking elsewhere.

"Old bat, his name is Snape."

George looked in Harry's direction and twitched, "It's the Potions professor, who is extremely unfriendly to Gryffindor, as if the Gryffindor people robbed him of his money." He did half of the points we were deducted last year. ”

Hallido looked at the professor twice, silently took him to heart, and made up his mind to stay away from the professor.

After eating and drinking, Dumbledore clapped his hands, picked up his wand and pointed silently at his throat, and the next moment, his voice resounded through the Great Hall:

"Tonight's feast is coming to an end. Before you go back to your dorm room, I have a few things to explain.

First of all, this year we have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirrell. ”

Quirrell, who had met him at the door of the Ravenclaw common room, stood up and smiled a little shyly at the students.

The little wizards subconsciously compared him to Professor Krell in their hearts, and found that Quirrell was far inferior in appearance, dress, and temperament, and couldn't help but pout in disappointment.

There was only a small round of applause in the auditorium, but Quirrell was not embarrassed, he stood up and said hello before sitting down in a daze, as if he hadn't seen it.

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the little wizards' dislike of Quirrell, and then smiled:

"Regardless of the grade, the Forbidden Forest is off-limits. It's not that simple when you find out. ”

George and Fred winched back at the bottom of the table, and they saw Dumbledore glance at Gryffindor.

"Mr. Filch, the administrator, tells me every year that I want to remind you not to cast spells in the hallways between classes, and I hope this year will give him some peace of mind."

The little wizards, except for the freshmen, scoffed.

"This year's Quidditch selection will continue to take place in the second week, and those who are interested in winning honors for the house can apply to the captain first and report to Lady Hooch."

Zhang Qiu rubbed his hands and was eager to try.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that if you don't want to suffer an accidental, painful and tragic death, don't go into the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. Alright, the prefects will take everyone back to rest. I wish you all a great new semester. ”

"Oh yes, I almost forgot about it again, the last item of tonight, let's sing the school song together!"

Almost all of them were tight-faced, and even the professors were not interested in the school song, only Dumbledore had a soft spot for it.

At the end of the song, the prefects returned to the common room with the new students, and introduced them to the origin and story of the common room as usual.

After Pekecy Mandy graduated, she was succeeded by Penelope Crewatt, an equally good-looking senior sister.

Norin, they don't have to follow her, they can go back to sleep first.

The next morning, when Norlin arrived in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall was handing out the class schedule. After she finished posting, she disappeared.

Norin glanced at it, and the first session was her transfiguration class. Smith watched the time as he ate his breakfast, and he didn't want to be late for the serious professor's class.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry and Ron were asking the twins about something. For him, it was the first lesson in the wizarding world, and it meant a lot.

However, he glanced at the schedule and saw that the first period was Potions, the same one that Professor Snape was in charge of yesterday, and he was a little apprehensive.

Last night, George and Fred added insult to Snape's discredit, describing him as the world's most evil boss, much to Harry's horror when he first came into contact with the wizarding world.

Even if he knew that the truth should not be what they said it was, the sudden and sharp pain of yesterday had been lingering in his heart.

Hermione was sitting next to them, a thick book spread out on the table.

George and Fred sighed one after another:

"It's exactly like Nolin last semester. Hermione, maybe the Sorting Hat misclassified you, you should go to Ravenclaw. ”

Hermione wrinkled her nose and snorted:

"It's the same everywhere."

Norlin touched Smith's arm, reminding him that he didn't need to eat in such a hurry, it was still early for class. But a voice sounded in my ears:

"Long time no see, Norin."

Norlin looked up and saw Eddie Warren standing behind him with a smile on his face.

"Long time no see. I really didn't expect you to enroll this year. ”

Norlin smiled, the Eddie Warren in front of him was a world away from the silent one half a year ago.

His every move was filled with confidence, and there was a faint sense of magic fluctuations that could not be concealed on his body.

"In any case, I want to say thank you sincerely. If you hadn't told Professor Dumbledore, I wouldn't have been able to enroll like a normal person like I am now, and I wouldn't have to worry about accidents all the time. ”

Eddie sat down beside him and said with emotion.

"Where did Dumbledore send you?" Norin asked, somewhat curious. He wondered who could make such a big difference in an obscurity.

"The greatest alchemist alive, Nicol Lemay." Eddie Warren said with a smile,

"He saw at a glance where I was coming from and it took him a long time to stabilize my condition. After that, I was apprenticed to him for a while, until Monsieur Lemay said that I was of school age. ”

"So, are you now a pupil of Mr. Nicol Lemay?"

Norin sighed in his heart that Dumbledore had found such thick thighs for him, and asked out loud. He was very curious about Nicol Lemay.

"Let's just say that he usually teaches me about alchemy."

Add's tone was respectful.