The students in the auditorium were still talking about the two new teachers, but soon a sharp-eyed student saw Professor McGonagall leading the new students in, and shouted at the top of their voices, "The new students are coming!" ”

Calvin adjusted his wizarding robes and readjusted his sitting. Most of the people in the auditorium were doing this, and the conversation was shifted from the two new professors to the incoming Harry Potter.

Professor McGonagall walked into the auditorium with a column of freshmen, and Calvin looked around and found no one resembling Lily or James, much to Calvin's disappointment.

Professor McGonagall placed a worn-out pointed wizard's hat on a four-legged stool in front of the freshmen, and the millennia-old Sorting Hat began its process of fixing - singing a sorting song it had spent a year conjuring.

At the end of its unpleasant singing, the audience applauded it as a sign of respect for the Sorting Hat.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever I call by name, he puts on his hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the Chamber."

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!"

The long table on the right of Hufflepuff erupted in cheers.

......

"Hermione Granger!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Neville Longbottom!"

"Gryffindor! Hey, little wizard, put me back. ”

The reckless Longbottom ran straight away with the Sorting Hat on, causing a burst of laughter in the auditorium.

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Slytherin!"

......

"Harry Potter!"

When Professor McGonagall pronounced the name, the otherwise noisy auditorium fell silent for a moment, and then erupted into an even louder pitch, with almost everyone discussing Harry Potter.

"Potter, is she calling Potter?", "Is that Harry Potter?"

Even Snape, who had been expressionless, looked up and stared straight at Harry, not realizing that he had clenched his fists.

"It's almost a die-out with his bastard father."

"But his eyes—" Snape continued to bow his head expressionlessly.

"His eyes are like his mother's." Calvin thought to himself, for whatever purpose and for whatever reason, he was going to protect the child at Hogwarts.

The Sorting Hat fell silent, it seemed that Harry was in a hat embarrassment, but fortunately, the Sorting Hat quickly decided where Harry belonged: "Gryffindor! ”

The Gryffindor lion cubs boiled, and the Weasley twins shouted, "We've got Potter, we've got Potter." ”

Soon the remaining freshmen also completed the sorting house, and Gryffindor had another red-haired boy.

Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them, as if nothing made him happier than seeing the students come together.

"Welcome!" He said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year!" Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. ”

"This year, I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our team."

"The first is Professor Quirrell, who readily agrees to fill the void in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class."

There was some sporadic and less enthusiastic applause. No one was interested in a wizard with a gloomy face and a strange turban.

"As for the second teacher we appointed," the not-so-enthusiastic applause given to Professor Quirrell died down. Dumbledore continued, "Well, I'm sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our teacher in the Conservation of Magical Beasts, retired at the end of last year to have more time with his remaining naughty ones. However, I'm happy to say that renowned Magizoologist Calvin Capet has agreed to take on the position of professor in the Conservation of Magical Beasts class. ”

Calvin stood up and saluted, and the auditorium erupted in applause, some of whom knew Calvin's knowledge, and others who were intoxicated by his appearance and demeanor. Only Snape shrugged off Calvin's arrival.

However, a handful of Slytherin students sat in their chairs and did not applaud, and several of them looked at each other.

Lucian Pol had a strange expression: "Calvin Capet? It can't be that Capet, right? ”

"Cape? What cape? Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain of Slytherin, asked with a blank look on his face.

Perikin Derek leaned over and said eagerly and quietly, "Marcus, you forgot? As your uncle said, the Muggle wizard whom the mysterious man had personally written to recruit. ”

Flint suddenly realized, "Oh, yes, my uncle said that, but I heard that he was frightened by the mysterious man and transferred directly to Beauxbatons. ”

Flint turned his head to look at the personable young man again, and said with a wicked smile on his face: "I thought it was someone, but it turned out to be a coward who was scared away by a mysterious person." ”

"Finally, I say: stupid! Cry! Residue! Wring! Thank you!" Dumbledore finished his brief speech and sat back down. Everyone applauded and cheered. The crowd began to enjoy a sumptuous dinner.

Harry warmed up and wanted to sleep, but looked up at the guest of honor. Hagrid was raising his glass and drinking. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, with a ridiculous scarf wrapped around his head, was talking to a young professor with black hair and red eyes.

It happened in an instant. Mr. Red-Hitomi looked over Professor Quirrell's scarf into Harry's eyes, and Harryton felt a burning pain from the scar on his forehead.

"Oops!" Harry covered his forehead with one hand.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked.

"Nothing—nothing."

The burning pain disappeared in an instant, just like when it came. What lingered was the feeling Harry had from the teacher's gaze, and he felt that the teacher was unusually attentive to him.

"Who is the teacher who spoke to Professor Quirrell?" He asked Percy.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, you've known him, and it's no surprise he's so nervous. That's Professor Capet, who teaches Conservation of Magical Beasts, and you can take his class in your third year. He was a well-known scholar. ”

Harry stared at Capet for a moment, but Capet didn't look at him again. Eventually, the pudding disappeared as well, and Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The restaurant is also quiet.

"Oh, now that everyone is full and drunk, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I would like to make a few points to note with you. "First-year students are aware that all woods on campus are off-limits to students. Some of us old students should also remember this. ”

Dumbledore's glittering gaze swept toward the Weasley twins.

"Also, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to do magic in the hallways between classes.

"The Quidditch player review will take place in the second week of the term. If you are interested in joining the college team, please contact Mrs. Huo Qi.

"Finally, I must tell you that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident or a painful death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore exclaimed. Harry noticed that the smiles of the other teachers seemed to freeze.

Dumbledore flicked his wand, and a long ribbon of gold flew out of it, twisting like a snake over the high dining table.

"Each person chooses their favorite tune." Dumbledore said, "Ready, sing!"

So all the teachers and students sang loudly: Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us knowledge, whether we are old people who have lost our heads or children who have broken our knees, our minds can accept some interesting things.

Because now our minds are empty, full of air, dead flies and trivialities, teaching us some valuable knowledge, giving back to us what we have forgotten, you just have to do your best, and leave the rest to ourselves, and we will study hard until we turn into dung.

Everyone sang the school song seven by one. Only the Weasley twin brothers continued to sing to the slow melody of the Funeral March. Dumbledore commanded the last few bars for both of them with his wand, and when they were finished, he applauded the loudest.

"Music," he said, rubbing his eyes, "is more glamorous than anything we've done here!" It's bedtime time. Let's go back to the dormitory. ”