"How so?"

"No wonder I didn't see him today......"

"Is Professor Trocca gone?"

"Don't! I can't imagine life without Professor Troca! ”

A series of wails echoed through the auditorium.

And it is worth mentioning that most of the wails are some girls, which seems to be a noteworthy point.

But now Connor is more concerned about something else.

"What the hell is going on in Defence Against the Dark Arts class?"

While Dumbledore was recounting some of Mr. Troca's teachings, Connor couldn't help but ask about the friendly seniors around him.

"And who is Professor Troca?"

"Professor Trocca was the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, a very handsome, lively teacher, very popular with the girls, and many boys were fascinated by him."

"Then Headmaster Dumbledore is talking about ......"

"Ah, don't worry about that, Professor Troka has just left the school, and every Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts only serves for one year."

Cedric explained with great intimacy.

"I'm going to leave in a year."

"Why? In terms of teaching quality, resident teachers are better, right? ”

"No way, it is said that the course itself has encountered some kind of curse, and if you stay for more than a year, you will encounter all kinds of accidents."

Cedric subconsciously looked around, and only after seeing that no one was paying attention to him, did he lower his voice:

"And before Professor Trocca arrived, the previous professor was dragged away by the eight-eyed giant spider in the Forbidden Forest, and is still being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital."

"Eight-Eyed Spider...... How can there be such a thing in the Forbidden Forest? ”

Connor couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"Aren't you afraid of rushing out and tearing down the school?"

"I don't know."

And in the moment of private conversation, Dumbledore's brief remembrance also came to an end.

"Don't worry too much, our Mr. Troca is doing well, and he asked me to say hello to you."

Dumbledore's smile was a little funny.

"Luckily, the void in our Defence Against the Dark Arts class will be filled by the familiar Professor Quirinus Quirrell, who traveled to the Albanian forests to gain some practical experience."

With a thud, a man in a purple turban stood up.

He had been cowering in the corner, and Connor hadn't even seen him.

At this moment, he looked a little cramped and uneasy, and his complexion also had a mixture of pale and ruddy.

"I ...... I...... I'm going to try to teach this class well. ”

Although he was so sure, his stammering appearance made it doubtful.

"Can he really lecture on Lisuo?"

"I don't know, he wasn't like that before."

Gabriel shook his head.

"He used to give interesting lectures and was very interested in studying Muggle culture, probably because he encountered something in Albania."

"...... like this"

Looking at the wizard who seemed to be very nervous, Connor just narrowed his eyes.

"Wait, something is wrong, it's not natural at all."

"In addition, there are some old rules to emphasize for first-year freshmen: the dark forest...... It is a forbidden forest, and students are absolutely forbidden to enter, so for safety, please do not approach the forest without permission. ”

Is that the forest with the eight-eyed spider?

It's actually quite interesting.

Connor was tempted to go over there, and his cutie was a little hungry too.

"Meow~"

"Alright, alright."

Connor gently stroked Phil's little head, and it was really hard for her to let the 'little kitten' be a scarf quietly.

Connor's reassurance, Phil closed his eyes again, and lay quietly on his shoulder, wrapping around him.

"In addition, our administrator, Mr. Filch, also wants me to remind everyone not to use magic in the corridor between classes, there will be punishment measures such as deducting points or closing it if it is found, and the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor is listed as a forbidden place for some reason, if you don't want to encounter danger to your life, please don't approach."

Good fellow, should I say that it is worthy of a magic school, this is life-threatening at every turn?

Connor wanted to complain for a moment, but found that he didn't know where to start.

He felt like he was numb.

He remembered what the unknown ticket inspector had said to him this morning:

"Hogwarts is the best school and the safest place in the world......"

Well, that's what the ticket inspector said.

But leaving aside the issue of the school's teaching standards, Connor already had serious doubts about security.

There is real bullying in schools, and there is a possible danger to life.

What is this......

But then, the things that Dumbledore said were a little more normal, what Quidditch house team registration activities, and some class schedules or something.

After that, it was time for dessert, and Connor saw a large pile of candy and cakes piled up on Dumbledore's table, as if he was about to eat them all.

Well, sweet old man, maybe there's a story hidden in it?

"Alright, before going to bed, let's feel the charm of music again - let's sing the school song together."

Between the words, Dumbledore had raised his hand to draw one lyric after another.

And the lyrics that were pulsating corresponded to the ugly expressions of the professors.

None of them looked good-looking, not including the normally serious Professor McGonagall.

"You are free to choose your favorite melody, so let's get started."

It's just that the principal's interests and hobbies are obviously inviolable, so a feast of ghosts and wolves unfolds:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

Teach us knowledge,

Whether we are old people

Or a child who falls on his knee,

Beethoven would bite the stick in his mouth when he heard it, and Chopin would commit suicide on a rainy night when he heard it.

Moreover, the lyrics are actually very old-fashioned, like the kind of school songs that can be sung to children.

"Oh my God, Ilvermorny's school song is so much better than this."

Someone in the crowd seemed to know a lot about the magic school in the United States—it was Ravenclaw, and he seemed to have heard the school song there, which caused a lot of discussion.

"Connor, have you ever heard Ilvermorny's school song?"

Ernie asked.

"Well, yes, but I don't recommend you listen to it."

"Why?"

"Because it's a lie, it's a lie, it's a cover-up, it's a confrontation, it's all wrong information."

"Huh? What does the school song look like? ”

Ernie didn't seem to understand at all, and at this moment, Cedric came over and patted them on the shoulder.

"It's over, let's go, we still have an internal welcome party, and some desserts that haven't been seen at the auditorium banquet."

"Mr. McMab."

But just as Connor was about to quietly follow the end, he felt a strange gaze.

From the rear - it was the white-haired old man.

He had a gentle smile on his face, just as he had done before, but he didn't speak.

Connor happened to have a good sense of Dumbledore, and he didn't feel the need to avoid anything, just smiled back.

"Connor? What about you? ”

But before he could say hello or say a few words, Ernie's urging voice came from ahead.

"Well, I know...... Here it comes. ”