In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the rest of the house's young wizards were already seated around four long tables, above which the velvety black ceiling was lit by stars, and thousands of candles fluttering in the air lit the dining room. Four tables are lined with glittering gold plates and goblets. At the top of the cafeteria is a long table with the teachers' seats.

"Harry, you're too slow...... Why didn't you change your clothes?" Ron and the other lion cubs glared at Harry with wide eyes.

"I'll tell you later. Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and spoke briefly, alerted to the fact that the wizards around him were listening to his conversation with Ron, and he was not in a position to talk about his previous embarrassment in such an occasion.

Ginny looked at her boyfriend's Muggle clothes and frowned, "And why are your clothes wrinkled and so dirty? What's wrong?"

"He said he had a big fall. Hermione, who had been slow to say goodbye to Alan Luna, returned to the Gryffindor table at this time, completely forgetting that she still had the weird-looking anti-demon glasses on her head, which had helped Harry attract the attention of many lion cubs.

Harry wished they had thought he had done something brave, preferably against two Death Eaters and a Dementor, but he was a little worried that Pansy Parkinson would tell her Snake House classmates about it, and that the embarrassing experience would reach the ears of the other Gryffindors.

Alan and Luna also sit back at the Ravenclaw table, only to find that Helena has missed the usual routine of the ghosts scaring the first-year students. But she didn't give up, she ran to the heads of the freshmen waiting for the Sorting House and wandered around - though that didn't do much for the young wizards who had already been through it once.

Helena then slid across the room along with the other House ghosts waiting on the side, as well as the twenty or so pearly white, translucent ghosts that were passing each other, and exiting the Great Hall through the walls.

The Sorting Hat's singing was similar to that of previous years, but with a few extra reiterations about the need to unite against the enemy or something, and then the new students were sorted into their respective houses.

"Did you notice that there are a lot more people coming to Ravenclaw this year than in previous years? Flegg gestured to the Ravenclaw table, which erupted in applause from time to time.

"The Sorting Hat takes into account the personal wishes of wizards. Hermione thought of her experience of almost being sorted into Ravenclaw in her first year, and couldn't help but regret that she had blindly followed the statements described in some articles that Gryffindor was the best house, and insisted on becoming a student of the Lion Academy, she paused to adjust her emotions and continued, "Alan is now famous and known as the new savior, and there will be many young wizards who want to go to Ravenclaw because of this. ”

Neville turned his head seriously and looked at the long tables in each house, "But they are still the least numerous, and the Hufflepuffs are still the largest every year. ”

Hermione added, "The Sorting Hat doesn't just think about the wizard's personal wishes, you have to have at least some obvious traits, and Hufflepuff accepts everyone and treats them equally, even if you don't quite fit their admissions criteria or don't have any obvious traits. ”

As the last freshman walked into Ravenclaw, the dinner officially began, and the plates on the long table were instantly filled with all kinds of food, which stunned the freshmen who had never seen the "wizarding world", and veterans like Ron had already picked up a chicken leg in each hand and gnawed it unscrupulously.

Ginny bumped Harry lightly with her elbow, "Hagrid is waving to you, Harry. ”

Harry looked over to the faculty table, and Hagrid was waving at him, and he smiled at Hagrid as well.

Even though the half-blood giants have been trained in the umbrella and feel much better than they were a few years ago, the innocence and roughness revealed from time to time still seem very incongruous when they are together with the majestic Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was the head of Gryffindor, and as they sat together, the top of her head was just between Hagrid's elbows and shoulders. At this moment, McGonagall looked disgruntled when she saw Hagrid's enthusiastic greeting, and she also bumped him with her elbow, reminding Hagrid that he should maintain his dignity as a teacher of the protection of magical beasts - but unlike Ginny, her strength seemed to be not light, as Hagrid maintained the wave motion, froze his smile, and suddenly bent sideways to make a greater movement......

Harry looked away, only to find that sitting on the other side of Hagrid was Professor Sybil Trelawney, the divination teacher, who looked stranger than she used to be on Harris TV, but more financially well-off, as Harry found that the decorations that were stranger than the Mad Girl's homemade trinkets looked much better than the ones she had used before.

"I'm surprised that Professor Trelawney is willing to come back and teach, because she's on the TV show so popular right now. As soon as Romida Vanni noticed Harry's gaze, she glanced at it and said aloud to herself, satisfied that she had managed to draw Harry's gaze back to her.

Lavender Brown's attention was drawn to Romida's words, and she turned to the black-haired chin witch and said, "Isn't that a great thing?" Professor Trelawney told me during the summer correspondence with me that she didn't have much time to do the show. ”

Harry glanced up at Professor Trelawney again, only to find her frighteningly large, bulging bulb-like eyes looking at him, causing Harry to lower his head in fright.

Harry had always seen her as a liar, but he learned from Dumbledore after the events of the Ministry of Magic last semester that she had made the prophecy, causing Voldemort to kill his parents and try to kill himself. Knowing this, Harry was even more reluctant to stay with her - thankfully, he wasn't taking any more divination classes this semester.

And as the dinner progressed, the food on the long table was finally replaced by the desserts for a while.

Dumbledore stood up behind the faculty table, the upper part of his lectern was a metal shelf, and below the shelf in the direction of the Great Hall was an owl sculpture, this owl sculpture spread its originally folded wings as Dumbledore stood in front of the shelf, and its round ginger eyes stared at all the young wizards below, and its wings fluttered from time to time.

"Good evening to all," the laughter echoing through the Great Hall died down almost immediately, and Dumbledore smiled kindly, opening his arms as if to hug the entire Great Hall.

"What's wrong with his hand?" asked Hermione, stunned, Dumbledore's right hand scorched, shriveled, lifeless.

She wasn't the only one who noticed this, and the auditorium was full of whispers. Alan saw that Dumbledore couldn't resist the temptation to wear the ring as he had expected, and estimated the power and erosion speed of the curse, Alan smiled with satisfaction, which would buy him a lot of time, and also prevent Dumbledore from choosing to use more radical ways to stop his actions and let himself have to bear the infamy of killing the world's greatest white wizard. As long as things go well, when the result is a foregone conclusion, removing this curse for this conservative old guy so that he can enjoy his old age will be considered to make up for him.

Noticing the surprised glances of the others as they looked at his palm, Dumbledore only smiled gently, shaking his purple and gold sleeves to cover his injured hand.

"When I saw him during the summer, his hands were like that. Harry whispered to Hermione, "I thought he was cured...... Or maybe Madam Pomfrey cured him. ”

"That hand looked like it was dead. Hermione said with an uncomfortable look on her face, "Some injuries will never heal...... Ancient Curses...... There are also some potions that also have no antidote...... Maybe Alan and Luna have a solution, they seem to have studied the power of the curse quite a bit lately. ”

“...... Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone that this year students are absolutely forbidden to bring any joke merchandise purchased from the Weasley Wizarding Tricks. Students who want to join the house's Quidditch team should report their names to the Dean as usual. We're still looking for a new Quidditch commentator, and those interested in signing up with the Dean. In addition, I would like to introduce you to the new faculty members...... Professor Horace Slughorn, former Slytherin Headmaster of Hogwarts...... I am honored to announce that he has agreed to return as Potions Professor. As Dumbledore's words fell, Slughorn stood, his bare head glistening in the candlelight, his waistcoat belly casting a shadow on the table.

"Potions lessons?" Ron turned his head to glare at Harry, "but you said ......"

"In the meantime, Professor Snape," Dumbledore raised his voice to drown out the chatter, "will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. ”

Except for the Slytherin students, who were applauding enthusiastically, the students of the other houses wondered if they had heard it wrong, and the entire auditorium was talking when they heard the news that Snape had finally gotten his wish.

"No!" Harry's screams of selflessness were so loud that many of the heads at the long tables around him turned towards him. But he was in no mood to care, he just glared angrily at the faculty table. Why did he end up teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts to Snape? Didn't everyone know for so many years that Dumbledore didn't believe he was up to the job?"

"But, Harry, didn't you tell Slughorn the other day that he was going to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts!" asked Ginny in surprise.

"I thought it was him!" said Harry, desperately remembering when Dumbledore had told him, but, now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember what class Dumbledore had told him Slughorn was going to teach, and he could only remember to Slughorn's annoyance that his mother's Potions class had been good when he had taught his mother Lily.

Hermione, who had already known about the appointment from Alan, was a little surprised by the surprise of the little lions around her: "Isn't it normal for Slughorn to teach Potions at Hogwarts before......?

"Well, there's a little bit of a good thing about this," Harry said through gritted teeth, "and Snape will be out of the way in less than a year." ”

"What do you mean by that?" asked Ron.

Harry said angrily, "That job was cursed by Voldemort. No one can last more than a year...... Quirrell even got his life in. Personally, I sincerely hope that another murder will happen......"

"Harry, how can you say that!" Hermione reproached in horror.

"By next year, the old bat will probably be back teaching his Potions lesson. Ron let his little head think for a while, "My dad said that Professor Slughorn even taught the mystery man, and it was said that they were trying to find him before the summer when the Death Eaters were still making trouble, and he was too old to want to go back to school, I think it's because it's safe enough..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, not seeming to realize how sensational the news he had just announced, he didn't say anything more about the teacher's position, but waited a few seconds to make sure everyone was completely quiet before continuing to speak, "Everyone in this auditorium knows that Voldemort and his ......"

Then Dumbledore abruptly stopped speaking again, as he noticed Alan at the Ravenclaw table standing up.

White hair, unnaturally pale skin, and a somewhat wicked retro magical robe silenced the new Muggle recruits who didn't know him. There was silence in the auditorium, and Allen, who was all watched, walked slowly to the faculty seats, and he deliberately looked left and right, as if he had noticed that none of the chairs were empty.

Alan stood there, but there was no trace of embarrassment on his face, after all, he didn't think he was the one who was negligent.

"Come and sit with me, Alan. Professor Flitwick beckoned to Allen, who moved to the side, his small size leaving most of the chair free.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, as if noticing this, and he immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Professor Harris. I thought you'd prefer to sit with the students, because you used to sit at the Ravenclaw table. Please forgive me for being an old man who has not thought it through, and I will put you in place right away. ”

After the momentum unfolded, Allen, who looked quite impressive, was surprised by those Muggle freshmen at this time, not only because the real identity of this wizard who did not wear a school uniform was actually a professor, but also because unlike the first impression that was not easy to provoke, Alan just smiled very friendly, and his voice was unusually gentle: "Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore, don't bother." ”