Gradually, the voices in the auditorium rose louder, and the staples on the table turned into cakes and desserts after no one touched them anymore, and the little wizards gathered together to chat, except for Kritz, who was at the end of the long table.

It's not that the little wizards deliberately isolate him, it's that Kritz isn't very used to this kind of interpersonal interaction, and he is not used to producing happy emotions.

"What are you looking at?" Just as Kritz looked at his notes, a furry head leaned in.

"Alchemy." Kritz replied casually, and he didn't plan to pick up people, after all, where to sit was someone else's freedom, and of course he didn't plan to chat.

But it was clear that he had underestimated the man's ability to chat.

"My parents were Muggles, they were shocked when they found out I was a wizard, and so did I, and of course I felt anxious, I didn't know how much worse I would be than my peers, so I memorized most of the books during the summer and learned some spells, your parents must have been wizards, and I haven't heard of alchemy, can you tell me about it?" There was a pride in the words.

The people who came said a lot of things like a lot, and even the most stable people felt a little impatient.

"They died, one by the Killing Curse, the other in Azkaban! And you're annoying, please stay away from me! Kritz said coldly, his tone was obviously a little angry, if Kritz wouldn't say that, at most he wouldn't reply, but when it came to his parents...

"I'm sorry, I don't know." The man's tone became a little low.

Kritz ignored her, and just looked through his notebook, where there was a picture of an object, something resembling a bracer, which he had picked up in the castle of Azkabana, and had already had the idea to fix it after he had gained that knowledge.

And there are quite a few people who have secretly looked at Kriz and whispered there, Azkaban is not a good place in the eyes of these people, so a person whose loved one died in Azkaban is obviously not a good person in their eyes.

"I said he should go to Slytherin, where all the dark wizards come from." The closest to Kritz was a red-haired and freckled boy who spoke to the man in front of him, Harry Potter.

"Azkaban? What kind of place is that. "Harry didn't know Azkaban when he was new to the wizarding world.

"It's a prison, where the worst wizards are kept." He shook his head as he spoke, "Don't get close to him, he will definitely become a very bad dark wizard, I really don't know if he is lucky enough to pull out the Gryffindor sword, and I can do the same!" ”

Kritz didn't care about the slander of others, but he became interested in the girl in front of him, because she was holding another of his notes, and he just put the notes on the table at random, and I don't know when the girl in front of him took one of them.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Kritz asked suspiciously.

"Why do you say that? You should always have your own judgment on everything, and you can't be judged as a bad person just because your parents have been in prison. ”

"Kritz Lin Wicks, Chinese-British." This sentence made Kritz feel a little favorable, although his mother was wronged.

"Hermione Granger, my parents are both dentists, what are these, I haven't seen them in the spell book." Hermione pointed to Kritz's notebook, a spell notebook that wasn't for young wizards.

"If you want to learn something else, I can teach you, but this one doesn't work." As he spoke, he took back the notes in Hermione's hand, "These are all things that others don't accept, but have to use. "This note is about the book «High-end Black Arts Decryption».

"Do you know a lot of spells? I memorized all the basic spells during the holidays, and I learned some spells, but I wasn't very proficient in them. There's also Potions, which I've never seen until I've memorized all the herbology textbooks. ”

... Kritz regretted why he was talking to the girl in front of him, and as soon as he opened the conversation, he poured out endlessly.

"I can cast all the elementary spells taught in school, but only to cast them, my talent for spells is not very good, but I am very good at transfiguration."

In the end, Kritz still answered Hermione's questions one by one, which was tantamount to an ordeal! (So please let me come!) ）

As Professor McGonagall tapped her glass, the Great Hall fell silent, and Dumbledore stood up, first giving himself a amplification charm.

"Before going to bed, I have a few more words to say, our castle caretaker, Mr. Filch, asked me to tell everyone, don't use magic in the corridors, the dark forest outside the castle is a forbidden forest, there are terrible magical creatures in it, no student can enter it without permission, students who want to participate in Quidditch should pay attention, Quidditch recruitment will start in the first week of the second month of school." After a pause, he said, "I want to remind everyone, if you don't want to die a tragic death, don't go near the corridor on the east side of the fourth floor, which is a forbidden area. So let's sing the school song! ”

Kritz noticed that both the professor and the students were bitter when Dumbledore said that he was going to sing the school song, especially the professor on the very side, who had been looking at him with strange eyes and greasy hair, and wanted to get up and run away.

But all the thoughts of resistance were ineffective, and Dumbledore knew from the beginning why they were so bitter, because she didn't have a tune at all!

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

Teach us knowledge,

Whether we are old people

Or a child who falls on his knee,

Our minds can be receptive

Something interesting.

...

Everyone can sing to the tune he wants.

"Ah, that's the music!" Not only did Dumbledore sigh when he finished singing in an unknown tone as he conducted the twins, but Kritz couldn't help but feel that this guy had a unique taste.

Then it was the turn of the prefects, who were also red-haired, but thinner than the twins, and led the Gryffindor students out of the auditorium as if they were running away.

"Hey, man, that's shocking."

"It's a bit presumptuous, though."

"But we still want to know."

"What did your relatives do wrong, they got into Azkaban and died."

The twins deliberately fell behind, sandwiching Kritz between left and right.

"You're rude like that!" Hermione said angrily, pinching her waist.

"Of course, miss."

"We knew it wasn't the right thing to do."

"But will you satisfy our curiosity?"

"After all, very few people will go to Azkaban."

Hermione didn't know if it was because she was startled by the twins' singing and harmonizing conversation, or if she was curious.

"Three feet back from the enemy" In the face of this extremely impolite behavior, Kritz also made his own response, and with a slip of his fingers, two purple rays of light knocked the twins back more than ten meters and fell to the ground.

"She's a victim of someone trying to strengthen his position, and I don't want you to talk about her anymore." Kritz said it in an extremely cold tone, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a threat.

"What's wrong, what's going on!" The red-haired man in the lead came to the back, because they were a long way behind, so people didn't notice until the twins fell to the ground.

"Nothing Percy."

"It's Peeves, he gave us a prank."

"That's right, he made us fall."

The twins got up and said bitterly, obviously they didn't want to say it, because this kind of thing was very bad, even if Kriz was right, but there was nothing right or wrong with others, only Kriz hurt people, and if they did, then someone would send a letter to their home tomorrow asking for him to be fired, because no one wanted to be with a descendant of an Azkaban prisoner, and also consider their own face.