There were no surprises on this year's Hogwarts Express, at most a small conflict broke out in the middle of the train -

For some reason, Ron and his two roommates, Seamus and Dean, suddenly got into a fight with Malfoy and his inseparable pair of henchmen.

No one can say for sure why this conflict broke out, after all, Ron had been desperately trying to put his fist in Malfoy's mouth.

But the students still made up a decent version based on some clues.

When that reason reached Harley, the gossipy girl told Harley with great confidence that the conflict was due to Ron secretly wearing women's clothes to show his roommate in the box, only to be discovered by Malfoy.

This reason is very ...... Outrageous, but when you think about it carefully, it is inexplicably reasonable.

I can only say that I have my own national conditions!

However, the six of them didn't have long to fight before they happened to run into the Weasley twins, who were peddling goods along the aisle.

Poor Malfoy naturally became a display of the prank's products, and made the surrounding classmates extremely happy.

The fight even drew the prefects and the boys' and girls' council presidents over, and ended with Malfoy's cries threatening to tell his father.

As time passed quickly, the Hogwarts Express finally arrived at the station.

Not seen for a holiday, Hogsmeade Station is still so shabby.

As the train came to the station, the rain outside was heavier than it had been in the morning, crackling against the ground.

A familiar voice echoed across the platform:

"First-year students! First-year students are here! ”

Hagrid shouted as he waved the pink umbrella in his hand.

This umbrella is actually very large for the average person, but it looks petite and delicate compared to Hagrid.

So Hagrid simply chose not to hold an umbrella, which would only make his hair less wet anyway.

Harley used Transfiguration to prop up a large umbrella, greeted Hagrid, and walked with Hermione in the direction of Thestrals' carriage.

Ginny and Luna, who had not yet passed the transfiguration, trotted all the way, following closely behind the senior sister, so as not to be drenched in soup again.

After getting into the carriage, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, the clothes are not too wet." ”

"This kind of rainy day is not suitable for school at all, but for lying in bed, listening to the sound of heavy rain outside, and reading interesting magic books."

Originally, Ginny listened to Hermione's words and couldn't stop nodding, but when she heard the last sentence, her head instantly froze.

With such good weather, shouldn't you lie in bed and play crackling cards or books? What the hell is reading a magic book? Is this the world of Xueba?

The Thestrals' carriage was activated. The sound of Thestrals' hooves hitting the ground was muffled amid the sound of the wind and rain.

The carriage passed through the doors of Hogwarts, flanked by winged boar sculptures, and drove down the wide driveway before stopping at the stone steps.

At this time, the oak gate was open, and it was crowded with people.

The people in the back are desperately trying to get in, while the people in front are trying to retreat.

Harley tiptoed into the foyer and saw that it was half an underwater world.

Peeves was hovering above the foyer, stretching out its translucent tongue and smiling as it tossed water-filled balloons.

However, when it turned its gaze to the door, and was about to shoot towards the densest place, it suddenly saw the striking pair of green eyes behind the door.

Peeves seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on his head, and his whole body trembled, and his mischievous desire disappeared.

He threw the balloon in the farthest direction from Harley, and then made a decisive choice to burrow into the wall.

This is a student that Lord Bloody Barrow has specially instructed to strictly prohibit himself from provoking.

Peeves is so wise that he doesn't want to die at all. This kind of existence, it doesn't dare to offend!

After walking briskly into the auditorium, it was still so magnificent.

Thousands of candles in the sky shone brighter than they should have, and the plates and goblets on the illuminated tables sparkled.

Luna walks towards the Ravenclaw table, and Ginny is separated from the two seniors, who are going to find her roommate.

After taking a seat at the Gryffindor table, Hermione immediately went to look at the teacher's seat.

With the exception of Professor McGonagall and Hagrid's seats, the other seats were packed.

“…… Wait, I just looked at a position missing. Hermione squinted at an empty seat,

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be there...... The location of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? ”

"Why is this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor vacant? Is it that a suitable successor has not been found? ”

Angelina, who had already sat down on the side, immediately looked at Hermione's line of sight with interest, and then couldn't help but smack her mouth:

"Professor Dumbledore still can't find a wizard willing to take over the position?"

"It seems that this year, the betting market is finally going to be decided."

Then she caught a glimpse of the inquiring gazes of the two little witches, and patiently explained:

"There's a long-standing bet at Hogwarts that Headmaster Dumbledore won't find a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at a time."

"After all, the professor of this course can be called a disposable consumable, and it has to be replaced once a year, and the poor guy who replaced it is either dead or injured."

"So we have reason to believe that one day, Professor Dumbledore will not find a suitable wizard willing to take the place."

"And there has always been such a betting market in Hogwarts, every year there will be people sitting in the bank, predicting how long this year's professor will last, and at the same time betting on whether next year's professor can be found."

Hallie nodded, so it was.

If you think about it, it's true, because of the curse about the mysterious man that has been circulating among the students, the professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts has been changing very quickly.

In his first year, Professor Quirrell was a dark wizard with Voldemort attached to the back of his head.

Because he stimulated a handful of Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest, poor Professor Quirrell was directly treated as a sacrifice by Senior Riddle, and his life force and soul were all absorbed, and in the end, he didn't even leave a complete corpse;

In his second year, Professor Lockhart was a swindler who used his diary to manipulate students into unleashing basilisks and causing attacks.

As a result, he was mentally induced by Senior Riddle, and in the end, he was directly killed by himself, and was also branded as the heir of Slytherin by the Ministry of Magic, and carried all the black cauldrons on his back;

The true identity of Professor Lupin, a third-year student, is a werewolf. Towards the end of the semester, he went to Senior Riddle's cave with Sirius and himself, and somehow turned into a werewolf.

Just in case and to avoid hurting the students, he took the initiative to resign......

Wait a minute!

The more Harley recalled, the more she felt that something was wrong, and finally her face changed.

Why is it that the resignation of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor every year has something to do with him?

Two of them resigned passively because of themselves, and the other also chose to resign voluntarily because they had an extracurricular activity with them and had a small accident.

Hallie thought about it seriously and thought it was just a coincidence.

After all, before he came, he also had to consume a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor every year, which definitely had nothing to do with him.

Inferring from this, the professor of the past three years only happened to hit his head, and it was definitely not his own sake!

Besides, I have been so well-behaved in the past three years, I have never violated school rules and discipline, I have taken classes seriously every day, and I have been so friendly to my classmates and teachers, and I am a proper model student!

Reasonable analysis, every time something happens, he and Riddle appear to appear, and he has no problem.

The case has been solved, and everything is the fault of Senior Riddle!

Angelina and Hermione on the side discussed for a while a possible new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this year, then turned to look at Harley again:

"Hallie, do you know who the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team is this year?"

"Wood graduated, and it stands to reason that the captain of the team should pick one of us."

"But I've asked Arya and Katie, and neither of us is the captain."

"There's no way Professor McGonagall could have chosen the Weasley twins, right? The unfit nature of the two of them to be captains, I think Professor McGonagall knows very well. ”

As she spoke, Angelina looked at Harley expectantly,

"So, Hallie, is this year's captain you? You've been so carrying in the past three years, and we all think you're qualified to be the captain. ”

"It's a pity," Harley said, recovering from her deep thoughts, spreading her hands, "and this captain isn't me. ”

"Strange." Angelina ran her fingers through her hair, her face full of puzzlement,

"Did Professor McGonagall be so busy at work that she forgot about it?"

"No, I'll have to remind her tomorrow."

Angelina was about to say something, but the door to the auditorium suddenly opened.

Everyone immediately fell silent as Professor McGonagall led a long line of first-year students to the front of the auditorium.

I have to say that these poor little wizards definitely enjoyed one of the most memorable school starts.

Spend the Black Lake in such stormy weather...... Tut-tut, no matter how you think about it, I feel very uncomfortable.

They looked like they were all soaking wet, as if they hadn't crossed the Black Lake by boat like Harley had done back then, but had swam over by force.

Professor McGonagall expertly pulled out the old triangular bench and placed it in the open space at the far end of the auditorium.

The patched Sorting Hat also appeared on the chair, and the dust that had accumulated on it looked thicker.

This made the little wizards panic at first, and Harley even heard the frightened voice of a little witch:

"Our entrance test isn't going to wash the hat clean, is it? Is it so hard? ”

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall had finished explaining the sorting method that the young wizards breathed a sigh of relief and turned to complain about their parents and older siblings.

Professor McGonagall's sorting efficiency was swift, and with Kevin Whitby being assigned to Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony officially ended.

Professor Dumbledore stood up from the faculty chair and waved his wand lightly, and the Commencement Dinner officially began.

Dinner was hearty today, and Harley guessed it was a rehearsal for some of the events that were going to take place—

There were a lot of foreign dishes on the table, and Hallie recognized several French and German dishes.

However, the famous German beer did not appear on the table, much to Hallie's regret.

After enjoying the fruits of the Brazilian rainforest, Professor Dumbledore waved his wand, and the plate was clean and sparkling again.

He stood up and cleared his throat.

The entire auditorium was silent for an instant, except for the sound of the wind and the crackling rain outside the auditorium.

"Okay, I think we're all well fed and well-fed." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile,

"Then I hope you can listen to me, the old man, announce a few important news."

Professor Dumbledore then began to talk about the old issue of security.

After hearing that the canary biscuit he had invented was also listed as contraband by Filch, the Weasley twin let out a wail.

Filch has increased the list of prohibited items to four hundred and thirty-seven, isn't that purely aimed at them?

"We are an innocent small businessman and peddler doing business, how can we be targeted by him?" Fred muttered quietly.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting straight in the teacher's seat, seemed to notice the two men's unusual behavior, and glared fiercely at the Weasley twins.

However, out of respect for Professor Dumbledore, she did not make any moves.

“…… Finally, I regret to tell you ......" Professor Dumbledore's smile widened.

He was about to make an announcement on something important when the door to the auditorium was suddenly slammed open with a deafening thunderclap.

A man appeared at the door of the auditorium, holding a long cane.

The man was draped in a dark black travel cloak that emitted faint magical fluctuations.

He is not tall, but he looks very burly.

The man casually took off the tight hood that wrapped his head and shook off his long gray-white hair.

A flash of lightning flashed through the door, and the light of that moment reflected the man's face very clearly.

It was a very rare face, as if human features had been carved into a piece of completely decayed wood.

And this carver is probably an apprentice, or a crappy craftsman, who only has a vague idea of the human face, and is very unfamiliar with the use of the carving knife -

The face was pitted and scarred, the mouth was like a large crooked mouth, and the place where the nose should have been bulging was gone.

The most impressive thing is his eyes.

The man's left eye was small, black, and glittered against the background of the night; His right eye, on the other hand, was large, round like a coin, and the whole was a vivid bright blue.

The blue eye moved unblinking, and had nothing to do with the movements of the other normal eye.

It was a magic eye.

And this is a face that has lived through war.

……

……

(Thanks to the "Nine-Tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!) ）

(End of chapter)