Mountains of food appeared on the golden plate on the long table, Harry's eyes skimmed over the mashed potatoes, his plate was full of steaks and roast lamb ribs, as an authentic carnivorous animal, Harry never complained about eating grass, vegetarian food was indeed necessary, but vegetable salad was a refreshing snack after meals.

"Awesome, it's been a long time since I've seen anyone with a as good an appetite as mine." As Harry feasted, the chubby ghost floated over to Harry and said, "Hufflepuff actually started dieting last year, and to be honest, I really can't understand the positive effect of this starvation behavior. ”

"Because you don't need to eat now, Fat Friar, since I've been in Hufflepuff, I've had breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, a barbecue party every weekend, or some weird tasting, and if Professor Sprout hadn't asked us to do some chores and pick out the fertilizer, I'd bet I'd have gained at least forty pounds this year."

A young man with a sad face with a double chin rests a small piece of fried chicken breast on his plate, and the rest is all green vegetables.

"Actually, it's nothing to be fat, you are growing your body now, if you don't eat enough, how can you grow your body, even if you lose weight, you have to eat enough to have strength, right?"

The fat friar touched his belly, and a harmless smile on his face.

"Spare me, Fat Friar, your experience doesn't give us much confidence."

The boy stuffed a lump of vegetable leaves into his mouth with a sad face, and chewed it like chewing wax.

"Why do you call you Fat Friar?" After Harry had finished the bubbling roast lamb ribs, he glanced at the fat friar wrapped in the gun bullet belt, he didn't look like a priest in the church, unless the church didn't believe in a god girl, but a Gatlin Bodhisattva, three thousand six hundred revolutions in one breath, six pure depleted uranium bullets.

"That's it." The fat friar scratched his cheek and said in a completely open tone: "I went to the church to become a priest after graduation, but it was not a good time, the Muggle world was very chaotic, more chaotic than the wizarding world, wars, famines, and epidemics were rampant, and I thought that joining the church would do something for them." ”

"The result?" Harry raised his heart to listen to the story.

"As a result, I became a cardinal at an unprecedented rate, just one step away from the Pope, but ah, because of this, the contemporary pope, who feels unstable, let the Inquisition attack me with a stun gun, stun me, and brand me a heretic."

"In the end, I woke up to the fact that being a god stick can't save the world, after all, there is no god in this world, but magic can."

The fat monk patted his bullet belt and spread his hands, his face was quite helpless, "It's a pity that I realized it too late, fortunately, I was not crucified and burned, they didn't dare to do that, I died a decent death." ”

"Sneak attack?" A little wizard heard this, "It's not that you were too fat to run, so you were pounced on by a group of Muggles and tied up ....."

"You were just tied up and tied to a stick and killed as a pig, I didn't, I'm not, you talk nonsense!"

The fat monk who denied the third company opened his mouth with a serious face, and he waved his hand to resolutely deny such a statement, "Rumors stop at the wise, you have to learn to be smart, don't believe those nonsense gossip, it's all made up." ”

"But I didn't say anything."

The Hufflepuff wizards laughed happily, and the fat friar pursed his lips, and then laughed along.

"Well, kids, it's a bit bad to be too fat, like me, but you don't have to go hungry now, no matter what, you have to be full."

"That's right, only when you're full do you have the strength to do things."

Harry settled his meat-only feast, then picked up a bowl of vegetable salad to relieve his greasy.

"Look, that's the right idea."

The Fat Friar's eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Harry, "What a great lad. With that, the fat friar floated to the side and greeted the other freshmen cheerfully.

It was time for the dinner to end, and the Hogwarts dessert pudding tasted good, but it was slightly sweeter, not very to Harry's taste, and after wiping his mouth with a napkin, Harry set his sights on the teacher's seat.

Hagrid was carrying an oak barrel with a handle and drinking tons and tons, he was chatting happily with an old professor with a missing arm next to him, and his godfather Severus Snape who suddenly popped up had already finished dinner, his ten fingers crossed in front of him, covering half of his face, Harry met his eyes, and Snape seemed to nod slightly at him.

And when Harry's gaze skimmed over Snape to look to his side, Harry didn't see the 'man' he was supposed to be there.

A timid-looking, nervous, turban-clad Professor Quirrell.

'Could it be that Voldemort didn't stick to Quirrell's head and infiltrate Hogwarts?' Harry, retracting his gaze, muttered inwardly, 'Who's going to do the Defence Against the Dark Arts class?' ’

Harry didn't expect to get any valid clues based on J.K. Rowling's original books, whether it was the wand that turned into a firearm, or Severus Snape, the second godfather besides Sirius, or Grindelwald who was not locked up in Newmengard, these things were beyond his impression, and the lack of a Voldemort Pillar Lekilo was understandable.

'But anyway, Hagrid must have gotten the Philosopher's Stone out of Gringotts.....

Harry tried to remember the cleanliness of Gringotts' underground vault, and his mind was a blur of mud, and he only vaguely remembered that Hagrid had taken a small package, and he had no memory of the shape of the item, and he didn't even notice it.

'Does Dumbledore still plan to fish?' The bait is there, but what about the fish? ’

He looked at the faculty again, but there were no strangely dressed professors, especially the guy with a big head.

It's unreasonable, but it seems very reasonable.

The world is weird enough, if Voldemort really sticks to Quirrell's head and follows the normal main process.... Harry, on the other hand, felt that the world was a little unreal.

When the last pudding was gone, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and silence returned to the Great Hall.

"Oh, now that everyone is full and full of drinks, I want to say a few more words to everyone, and at the beginning of the semester, I would like to give you a few precautions."

"First-year students should pay attention to the fact that the wooded area on the school grounds is forbidden for any students to trespass, and I hope that some of the older students will also remember this."

His gaze swept over the Gryffindor's table, as if to alert some mischievous guys.

"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, so students who are interested in joining the House team should contact Ms Hodge."

"The corridor on the right side of the fourth floor of the castle is closed to students this year, and anyone who does not want to suffer an accident or a painful death should not come close."

"In the end, Hogwarts lost in the team stage of last year's Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "Everyone should be clear. ”

"Me." Dumbledore pointed to his face, "I was lost according to the terms of the tournament, and I will leave Hogwarts for the whole year to teach at Durmstrang School. ”

The first-year freshmen looked confused, but the old students had no surprise on their faces, only a touch of guilt and regret, they lost their principal, which was a shameful fact.

"However, since Charlie Weasley won us the individual championship of the last Triwizard Tournament, you lost me, but you also won Durmstrang's principal, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald."

Although the little wizards were a little more happy on their faces, they were still not happy.

"Headmaster Grindelwald will be teaching a year-long Defence Against the Dark Arts course at Hogwarts, and I hope that each and every one of you will be able to study seriously in his class, he is my good friend and the best master of the Dark Arts in the world, and I hope that you will continue to improve under his teaching and prepare for the next Triwizard Tournament."

"I would like to invite Principal Gellert Grindelwald to say a few words to you."

Dumbledore nodded to Geller, and the handsome old man in the white-haired trench coat stood up, standing side by side with Dumbledore.

Although Grindelwald had not yet spoken, the moment he got up, the atmosphere in the auditorium became a little different.

Unlike Dumbledore's gentleness, Grindelwald had a high-pressure aura of a superior ruler, and the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a nervous one, his stern eyes swept wide, and many little wizards couldn't help but bow their heads slightly, not daring to collide with his gaze.

"I'm disappointed in you, very disappointed."

Grindelwald spoke, and the cold wind of his words blew through the halls of the Great Hall like the middle of winter had fallen months earlier, shivering with cold.

"I thought I would come to Hogwarts and see something worthy of the glitter I brought back to Durmstrang."

He shook his head with some regret, and the regret and disdain that were inadvertently revealed made the little wizard's heart inexplicably angry, and the most frizzy Gryffindor little lion was a little nervous, but under Grindelwald's cold gaze, they had to sit down honestly.

"Hogwarts does include a lot of talented young wizards, like the one I met last year, Mr. Charlie Weasley, who was definitely the best of his class in the individual competition, and his composure against a forty-foot black spindle dragon that attacked without warning was better than 99% of wizards in the world."

"It's a pity that even the excellent warriors who can't help but applaud me can't lead your group of scattered sand to win the team competition."

"At the time, I thought it was Dumbledore who was old and dizzy, otherwise how could I arrange a few trash for him to drag his feet, watching you Hogwarts fight in the arena is a hundred times funnier than watching the Joker's performance."

The corners of his mouth raised a hint of ridicule, and then turned into a serious and cold mouth:

"There are glittering gold grains in the sand, but the gold grains do not change the nature of you being a plate of loose sand."

"Disorganized, indisciplined, internally divided, even Beauxbatons' Gallic turkeys that admired freedom and romance were restrained by strict school rules, and it seems to me that Hogwarts has survived for thousands of years."

Although the words in his mouth seem to be praise, no one can understand the sarcasm.

There was a slight buzzing sound, and the little wizards seemed to be complaining about something.

"Al." Grindelwald didn't turn his head, "You've worked really hard all these years, you must have worked hard to keep this free and casual." ”

"Wizards are not Muggles after all." Dumbledore sighed quietly.

"I understand, of course, but even so, Hogwarts is a pack of sheep led by a lion, so how can this be against a pack of wolves led by a lion?"

Grindelwald turned his head to look at Dumbledore, "Last year's team event, don't tell me you couldn't see anything, that show was a disaster." ”

"Or you might as well retire." Grindelwald smiled and sent out an invitation, "Come with me to Durmstrang, you are not fit to be a leader, you are fit to follow me." ”

He glanced at Dumbledore meaningfully, but Dumbledore could only smile wryly and shake his head slightly.

"Enough of complaining."

Grindelwald once again spoke to the crowd with undisguised sneering sneers on his face.

"You are so obedient, so eager to show me the fact that you are indeed a mess, maybe you are still proud?"

"I don't expect you to learn much from me, even if I teach you seriously, I just hope that when the next edition of the Final Three starts, you won't let the audience and the judges lose their appetite again."

"Say doing another stupid thing like using a brilliant explosion spell to stun a few other teammates from behind."

There was a deathly silence in the Great Hall, where the Gryffindor cubs stared at Slytherin with vicious eyes, and across the Hufflepuff in the middle, their eyes exchanged fire in mid-air, almost bursting into sparks.

"Thank you very much for your advice, and I sincerely hope that you can make new progress in this new year."

Dumbledore's opening made the glaring two sides take their eyes away, but Dumbledore had to sigh silently.

"So now, let's sing the school song together!"

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall to the side, and golden characters erupted from the muzzle of Professor McGonagall's wand, condensing lines of text in mid-air.

"Everyone chooses their favorite tune." Dumbledore said, "Ready, sing!" ”

So all the teachers and students sang loudly, and none of the chaotic tunes were unified, and there was once again a messy freedom in the auditorium.

After everyone finished singing the school song, Dumbledore bowed slightly to everyone gracefully.

"Today's dinner has come to a successful conclusion, and I hope you can give me a big surprise when I come back next year!"

"It's bedtime, let's go back to the dormitory."

As Dumbledore's words fell, his figure blurred and faded into a hazy white light.

Dumbledore who remained here was a phantom of magic, and the real one was sitting in the teacher's seat at Durmstrang's opening party to the applause.