A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 520: The long-lost school song
As time passed, the auditorium was filled with a sweet smell.
Felix put down his knife and fork contentedly, waiting for the dessert after the main meal. The other students in the auditorium were still eating in full swing, while chatting noisily, oblivious to the ghost floating above their heads .
At the Gryffindor table, Harry had almost eaten, and began to pay attention to the voices around him. He was not happy to find that one of the topics of conversation was him, the ghost of Gryffindor House - the voice of Nearly Headless Nick drifted to his ears seven or eight seats away.
"That's right, it's Harry Potter, he's there, you'll have a chance to see him in the future..."
Harry didn't look back, but he guessed that Nick was talking to a new student at Hogwarts, and he concluded that the new student was from a wizarding family, so that he would know his name before going to school, unless the student was something like Hermione Straight A student.
Dean and Seamus chatted loudly about the news from Diagon Alley. He pricked up his ears. He had no chance to go there this year. The textbooks, stationery and potion materials used were bought by Mrs. Weasley on his behalf. He originally planned to go to the No. 1 shop of the future world in Diagon Alley to see if there was any New products, as a result the plan had to fall through.
I don’t know if the Weasley twins’ anti-curse products are on sale...
"The shops are full, and there are more people than ever... No way, who made this year's book list so late, everyone rushed together. Not many people are interested in stopping and chatting, I saw Several familiar faces, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if something was chasing after them..."
"The supply of magic text booklets is in short supply, and my mother wants to buy some for relatives living abroad..."
Seamus spoke enthusiastically, and when he caught Harry's gaze, he grinned and his voice grew louder.
"There are many mobile stalls on both sides of the street. In fact, they are just a piece of cloth on the ground. What are they selling? Of course, they are all kinds of amulets. The probability of goods is high... Of course she was joking."
"That **** place hasn't been seized by the Aurors yet." Ron's mouth was full, and Harry miraculously understood what he meant.
Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley are adjacent, but their reputations are completely different. Diagon Alley covers a huge area and is the magical commercial center of British wizards, while Knockturn Alley is just a remote alley. The goods sold in the shop Not too formal.
At this time, a voice spoke in his ear: "Excuse me, make room for me."
Harry was taken aback. He turned around and saw a tall girl with long braids leaning over him. Her face was less than a foot away from him. It was Angelina Johnson. Poking Harry and Ron, managed to squeeze a seat between them.
"So, how was your summer vacation?" she asked briskly.
"It's fine," said Harry, momentarily confused about her purpose.
"Well, that's it," Angelina stroked her hair, "I've been chosen as the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."
"Captain Quidditch," Harry repeated, then opened his eyes wide and called out, "Quidditch?"
Angelina showed a "really so" expression, "Fred told me you forgot about Quidditch, I don't quite believe it..."
"How come," stammered Harry, "I played with Cedric during the holidays." He looked around and saw the handsome face on the Hufflepuff table.
"That's right, so you won't quit the team?" Angelina asked, staring at Harry with big eyes, and the pressure in Harry's heart increased sharply.
"Absolutely not, I'm still counting on another trophy." He promised.
"That's good," Angelina breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't want to be overly sensitive, but I just took over the team, and I always feel a heavy responsibility. I understand why Oliver is so verbose..."
"Don't imitate him." Harry said hastily.
Angelina laughed.
"Then I'll go first, ah, by the way, since Oliver is gone, we need a new goalkeeper. I plan to arrange the selection time for Friday afternoon at five o'clock, and I hope all the players can be there, okay Is it? This way we can let newcomers try to cooperate with everyone."
"No problem, have you already chosen someone?" Harry asked, and Ron, who was eating beside him, pricked up his ears.
"Not yet," she sighed, "I'll post the application form on the wall when I get back." She bent over and left.
"She looked stressed, I almost forgot about Quidditch," said Hermione.
"Maybe the captain of the team who just took over is like this? Cedric was not used to it at first..." Harry only answered the first half of the sentence.
"Then do you still have time, this year is O.W.Ls year, and don't forget, you promised Neville to re-establish the dueling study group." Hermione reminded him.
"I know," Harry muttered.
The food on the table was swept away, and after a few seconds, various desserts suddenly appeared on the plate.
Harry picked up a fried **** and chewed it, looking at the professor's chair. His eyes were first on Dumbledore, who was sitting in the golden high-backed chair in the center of the long table, wearing a dark purple robe with silver stars, matching hat and gloves, and looked like he had gone wrong The position of the lead singer of the band. On the left and right of him are Professor McGonagall and Snape. Professor McGonagall is trying a kind of fresh strawberry topped with sauce. Judging from her expression, it doesn't suit the taste. Snape on the other side squinted his eyes, Responding to Dumbledore's question one by one, his lips hardly opened and closed, and across from Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout, sat Sirius and Professor Hemp. Oddly enough, Sirius also gave up his meal early and was poking the fruit on the blueberry cake with a fork boredly.
As for Professor Haipu——Felix stared at the ceiling, the color on it was the same as the outside environment, much more plain than in previous years. He and Sirius actually arrived at the school earlier than the Hogwarts students, but Madam Pomfrey spent a lot of time checking Sirius.
In Madam Pomfrey's words, Felix's approach is quite "rough" and "unprofessional". Lex chatted with Dumbledore who came over.
"The one who sent you the message was Severus," he said in a positive tone.
"I knew you could guess." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"I also know," Felix said slowly: "It was Severus who revealed Burns' whereabouts to Voldemort. Sirius himself mentioned it at the meeting and he heard it."
Dumbledore was slightly silent, "You are right."
"Is it really necessary to do this? I can't keep their lives 100%. In fact, Voldemort's most loyal servant, Barty Crouch Jr., died right in front of his eyes," Felix said slightly The tone said, "I did it."
"As a qualified spy, if you want to gain Voldemort's trust, you must show unique value, and this value must not be given by others. Only in this way, Voldemort will treat him differently." Dumbledore Lido said without emotion.
"That's not the answer I was looking for, Albus, and I don't think you'd be so cold," said Felix.
"Thank you for saying that, Felix." Dumbledore smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched.
"If I can, I certainly hope to do more. Exchange my life for Voldemort? It's really a good deal. If I have the opportunity, I won't hesitate... But in my position, I have already entrusted too much People's hopes, I can't bet easily..."
"I know Voldemort, probably better than he himself. If he doesn't experience a failure, he won't reflect. Amelia will always be in danger. Voldemort must be made aware: want to catch She is not an easy task, and she can call for backup at any time, this time it is only you, but next time it may not be so, so that Voldemort will look away."
"Only Sirius is innocent in the whole thing, but he is not innocent. Every member of the Order of the Phoenix is ready. Just like the one you buried in the Death Eaters—"
Felix raised his eyebrows slightly, pretending to be listening attentively.
"Lucius, is it?" Dumbledore asked softly, "Maybe more than—"
"How did you guess that?" Felix interrupted.
"Ah, Lucius has been trying to trouble me in the past, and I don't think taking him off the board's roster is the end of our confrontation, and it is. But I found out that the entire fourth grade Complaints against me have dropped by more than half, as if one of the leaders has lost his mind. Or there are more difficult troubles.”
"Then," Felix said slowly, "since you know Lucius exists, why—"
"Let Severus take risks?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, twirling his two thumbs. .
Felix nodded.
"As I said, Severus has a unique role. He is Voldemort's most proud masterpiece, a nail inserted into the heart of the Order of the Phoenix, which can provide information to everyone including you and me—"
Felix suddenly realized, "Compared with getting information from Voldemort, you value how to pass information to Voldemort reasonably?"
Dumbledore blinked.
"Instead of letting Voldemort act recklessly, I hope he can act in the time and way I expect. Even if there is a risk, I can control it within a reasonable range."
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"Did you really get it? The day before school started?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"Yeah, got it," said Harry.
"Unexpectedly, I failed so many times before. What is it, Harry?"
"What are you talking about?" Ron looked at the two suspiciously.
"Don't interrupt," said Hermione, still looking intently at Harry.
"Principal Dumbledore got a memory from Mr. Slughorn." Harry looked around so that no one else could hear, and whispered to them, "I guess it involves Voldemort, at least the headmaster took I am very excited after remembering it."
"Maybe it's the way to defeat Voldemort," Hermione guessed. "According to what you said, that old gentleman is a colleague of Principal Dumbledore, which means that he also taught the mysterious man, right? He must know some things."
"I think so too," Harry shrugged and continued to wolf down, "Compared with Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Slughorn's mood is not so good, he kicked us out, He didn't even respond positively to the principal's suggestion that he move."
"Moving?"
"Principal Dumbledore wants him to live in Hogwarts and continue his research on potions. Hogsmeade is fine too—you can be a neighbor with Honeydukes. I can see that he is a little moved." Harry said casually .
Hermione's chewing speed slowed down, "What could it be? Since it's a memory, it can only be a past..."
At this moment, Dumbledore stood up, and he knocked on the cup, and the auditorium fell silent.
"Welcome back, I know you can't wait to go to the warm and cozy quilt, but please wait a little longer and listen to me for a few words... There are two changes in our teaching staff this year. The first is to protect Fantastic Creatures class, our Game Warden will be absent for a few weeks due to some private matters... In the meantime, Professor Graplan is willing to fill the void, and we welcome it."
Professor Graplan stood up from her seat, nodded to the students with her protruding chin, and sat down, to a round of polite applause from the auditorium.
"The next thing I will introduce is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Black has a wealth of experience in fighting against the Dark Arts. He has been serving as the Minister of Magic's staff for the past two months. He will join the teaching team this year."
Sirius stood up happily, waved to everyone, and finally couldn't hold back and blew two loud whistles. The air in the auditorium suddenly became lively, and Fred and George responded with whistles.
Dumbledore waited for the applause to subside ~IndoMTL.com~ and continued:
"There will be some small and interesting experiments in the school this year. I am sure some of you have heard of them. There are two things that are closely related to you."
"The first thing is that the ancient rune test will be divided into two parts: the theoretical test and the practical test. The specific assessment criteria will be introduced by Professor Haipu in class."
Felix waved his hand lazily, and the students whispered to each other below.
"The second thing is that the school will include some spells in the assessment of the school year. In principle, every student is required to pass. If there are special circumstances, you can apply in advance. Of course, I will not admit that I am allergic to certain words. 'For reasons like this... we will post the assessment spells for different grades within the first week of school."
"Then, before we all go to bed, let's sing the school song together," said Dumbledore loudly.
The auditorium was commotion, and the smile on Felix's face seemed to froze. Hogwarts does not sing the school song every year, and sometimes a student orchestra is arranged to sing, but it is obvious that Dumbledore is very interested in making a guest appearance this year About the conductor.
A long golden ribbon floated from the tip of his wand, twisting into words.
Principal Dumbledore was wearing star gloves that matched his robe and hat. The wand in his hand opened and closed like a baton, and Felix hummed along.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, teach us, whether we are bald old men or kids with a broken knee, our minds can take some fun things..."
After the disjointed chorus ended, Dumbledore wiped his eyes sensually.
"Music always makes people emotional. Well, everyone can go back to the dormitory now, please prefects lead the freshmen to leave."