A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 710: School

"You're so brave." Neville gave Harry a thumbs up, admiring from the bottom of his heart, as he sat next to Harry, with Hannah and Susan Burns sitting next to them. Down.

"I thought of it on the spur of the moment, too," Harry murmured, feeling his face start to heat up. He really didn't think that much, and he didn't even intend to ask others to follow him, so he kept silent. It was Hermione who discovered his intention in time.

"That's good, lead by example." Ernie McMillan said loudly, leaned over and patted Harry on the shoulder, and looked enviously at the badge on Harry's chest.

"By the way, I wonder if there will be any changes in the teaching position this year?" Harry said hastily.

He looked in the direction of the professor's chair - it wasn't full, but Snape could be seen sitting with Professor Slughorn, and Slughorn looked unabashedly admiring Looking at Harry, folded his hands; Snape squinted his eyes, making it impossible to catch his emotions. A few seats away, Professor Sprout was talking quietly with astronomy professor Aurora Sinista, with a distinct smile on his face.

"People haven't arrived yet, well, I think we came earlier." Susan stretched her neck and said, "But at least I can be sure that the positions of Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbalism and Astronomy will not Too much change."

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't changed... It's really surprising." Ernie exchanged meaningful glances with the others, and Harry knew that what flashed through everyone's minds at this moment must be the coming and going of all these years Go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's name.

But Harry didn't feel a little strange in his heart. Voldemort was dead, and the shadow hovering over Hogwarts naturally disappeared.

"Do you think it's true that Slughorn and Snape switched positions? Snape continued to teach Potions, and Professor Slughorn taught Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Improbable," said Harry quickly.

"Why?" Hannah asked curiously.

Harry's gaze became frozen, yeah, why so sure? He couldn't give conclusive evidence, but simply felt that such a thing would not happen. He couldn't help but suspect that it was the reason why he frequently recalled what he saw in the stone Pensieve recently. "Do you need to ask? He must have got inside information." A voice interjected.

It was Mafalda. She was holding a small notebook, and in the other hand was holding a ballpoint pen that only Muggle shops would sell. She looked at him without blinking, as if she smelled exclusive news.

"Quickly talk about it." Mafalda said with a look of curiosity, "I think the most likely to change is the ancient runes and transfiguration classes. Professor Haipu was appointed as a member of the International Federation of Wizards The special envoy of the society has visited more than a dozen Ministry of Magic, and he may not have much time in the following days; the latter—Professor McGonagall should not teach students this year, she is now the headmaster, right?"

She said all she knew at once, and then looked at Harry with probing eyes.

Harry stared back at her, probably knowing that every word he said next would end up in the Mystery Wall tabloids, so he decided not to say a word - and he really didn't know the answer, but that didn't stop him Make up a plausible statement.

"You'll find out soon enough, the Custody is surprised." He said in a vague, almost know-it-all tone. The next second Harry found himself imitating Trelawney, which made him slightly offended.

Neville obviously took Harry's words as a clue and pondered for a while.

"Who could it be?" He frowned, looked at Harry carefully and said, "It should be someone I know, but it's not easily reminiscent, so that I can be surprised..." Harry felt a little He looked at him nervously, afraid that his big words would be exposed in a short while, but Mafalda was there, so he couldn't remind him.

Sometimes Harry thought that this distant relative of Ron didn't come to school, just like some painters would run around with their drawing boards on their backs, their purpose was to collect useful materials that could be put into their works.

"Could it be Mr. Longbottom? If so, that would be surprising..." Hannah Abbott guessed.

With a thought in his heart, Harry realized that it was indeed possible.

"No," Neville shook his head, and said firmly, "Because Professor McGonagall really looked for my father and hoped that he would teach at the school."

"Professor McGonagall invited Mr. Longbottom?" Harry said in surprise.

"Yes, but Dad refused, he didn't want to be separated from Mom, and the two of them are choosing a site for a new wizarding town together," Neville explained.

After the Longbottoms were cured by Professor Haipu, they first went abroad for a while. When the Wizarding War broke out, they immediately decided to contribute their own strength. When the war was over, they had no intention of joining the Ministry of Magic. I chose to open a small shop and prepare to live my own small life. Until recently, the wizarding world was exposed, and they were invited by the Ministry of Magic to act as professionals. I heard that they participated in the operation to sweep up the black market and smuggling trade in the UK, but it was the first time Harry asked what they were doing recently. Wei mentions.

"The new wizarding town—what is that?" Mafalda raised his head from his small notebook and asked shrewdly.

Harry thought of the recent hot news. If wizards and Muggles want to conduct trade, they must have a fixed location. Could it be related to this? But he soon realized that his thoughts had strayed, "to accommodate the foreign wizards who had recently moved in," said Neville.

"It was actually mentioned on the radio..." Mafalda said thoughtfully.

"My aunt is a headache for them." Susan Bones interjected, "The number of registered people has exceeded 300. In order to prevent them from causing trouble, the Ministry urgently dispatched a group of people."

"It's not unusual, those people are more or less related to the wizards on our side." Ernie McMillan said disapprovingly, "My dad said--a lot of people escaped during the first wizarding war." When you go abroad, the current situation is just the opposite, I believe there are many surnames that you are familiar with, such as Shafiq."

"I have the impression that they came back before the magic world was completely exposed." Hannah Abbott said slowly.

Ernie shrugged.

"I didn't pay much attention to..."

Mafalda left contentedly, and then she flew to another flower bush like a bee hard at collecting pollen—Hermione was chatting with Luna and Ginny, following Mafalda's back, Harry saw Ron looking listlessly, his expression ready to move, as if he wanted to come over.

When Felix and Professor McGonagall appeared together, they keenly noticed the chaos of seating in the auditorium. They sat down on large chairs and scanned the four long dining tables with serious and probing eyes, as if they were patrolling the territory lion and snake.

"The new head of the Boys and Girls Council has brought us a pleasant surprise, are you satisfied?" Snape said softly, his tone as if someone had broken into his private storage room and altered rows of familiar potion jars Location.

"I'm really satisfied, Severus. I'm glad to see this change happen in my position." Professor McGonagall said happily, and then she looked at Felix with a strange expression, "It's Faye Lix——I must remind you that you have an important mission today, so don't act like nothing happened."

Felix was talking to Slughorn about the improvement of the potion formula, when he heard this, he turned his head and looked at her quite innocently.

"The Branch, Felix, the Branch," Professor McGonagall reminded him.

"Oh, I almost forgot I was going to preside over the sorting ceremony—thanks, Minerva." Felix stood up happily, reached out to fish a dirty hat out of the air, and shook it vigorously Shake, then stride toward the foyer.

While waiting for Hagrid to bring the freshmen over at the door, he bumped into Firenze.

"Hello, Firenze." He said to the centaur, knowing that Firenze had done a lot in persuading the centaur to join the Pan-Magic Alliance.

"Well, I didn't intend to show up," said the centaur sadly, "I'm not used to human food."

"Don't worry, the house elf specially prepared fresh vegetables, all natural." Felix said. He watched the centaur go in, and Firenze flicked his tail, whether it was irritability or nervousness, and a few minutes later, he heard heavy footsteps.

Hagrid's tangled, fluffy hair appeared in sight, followed by a group of little wizards who were curious about everything, like bean sprouts that could walk on their own.

"Is everything going well, Hagrid?"

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, obviously, like Felix before him, he had forgotten the question of who would preside over the sorting ceremony tonight. "Oh...success..." He turned his head and shouted behind him, "Don't squeeze, just line up and come in one by one! Felix, I'm handing over the new students to you, and there are quite a few of them." He said to Felix .

"By the way, I put the little house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and little Grapp is very happy."

Hagrid is referring to Grapp's temporary residence during Bill and Fleur's wedding. When the wedding was over, Felix turned it back into a painting, which Hagrid brought back.

Felix blinked and said, "That's good."

After Hagrid left, he took the freshmen to a separate room, where he introduced them to the sorting rules and the basic situation of the four houses. Under the soft white light of the magic lamp, the excitement and anticipation on their faces were clearly seen. Felix smiled.

"Sir?" At this time, a freshman spoke with a trembling voice, "Excuse me, are you Felix Hemp, I read your name in the newspaper."

"You can call me Professor Haipu," Felix said gently, "even if you can't take my class now, you can still call me that. As for your question, I think so, there should be no recent Two Felix Happers have been in the papers more than I have. So, where's your name?"

"Lock," said the freshman quickly, "Lock Ivan."

"...Oh, oh, yes, Mr. Ivan. You surprised me. Your name happens to be the same as a friend of mine." Felix said, "I wish you the ideal college—— It means—have a good time.”

"There is still a little time before the branch begins. You can get to know each other. If there is no accident, you will spend seven years together."

When the freshmen looked at each other and introduced themselves, the students in the auditorium were overwhelmed by the new faces appearing one after another.

A centaur first - "Hey, it's Firenze!" Ron shouted from the Ravenclaw table. A few minutes later, the castle administrator Filch led two people in. All the students were frightened by the tall and thin old man who was the leader. He was wearing a gray robe with strands of wire-like hair Gray hair and beard, and glasses.

Until he approached, some students didn't realize that this person turned out to be the waiter at the Pig's Head Bar, so they ignored the dignified, elegant and unsmiling witch behind him in a dark green shawl. But Harry would never leave her behind, he and Neville, as well as Ron and Hermione standing at the next table, opened their eyes wide at the same time.

"It turned out to be Aunt Emmeline Vance." Neville breathed in lightly.

Aberforth Dumbledore and Emmeline Vance took a seat and were welcomed by the professors. Aberforth chose to sit on the far side, with no expression on his face, he picked up the fork on the table and tapped it twice. The centaur next to him, Firenze, rubbed his hoof on the ground irritably.

"Have I affected you?" Aberforth asked gruffly.

"No." Firenze said politely and rudely, his keen sense of smell smelled a faint smell of mutton.

At this moment, the students below came to their senses and started discussing enthusiastically. Many people felt that if they had to choose one of the three as the transfiguration professor, they would prefer to choose the elegant-looking witch—few people knew the identity of Aberforth. They suspected that they were wrong. But Harry knew better. Aberforth could never be the professor of Transfiguration, because Transfiguration was a rigorous magical subject, and as far as he knew, Aberforth was not very good at culture. Instead, Emmeline Vance was a talented witch, a few years older than Sirius and Amelia, and like the Longbottoms, she went to war twice and survived.

Felix led the freshmen into the auditorium and stopped in front of the professor's seat. He made a small bench, put the Sorting Hat on it, and then the Sorting Hat began to sing. The old students are very familiar with this set of procedures, but—

"Why did the Sorting Hat sing so weakly this year?" Ron muttered. Of course, he just said it casually. As the sorting began, the magic ceiling above his head reflected the mysterious starry sky trajectory——Firenzze looked up——Felix took out a piece of parchment and read out the first name .

"Locke Irwin."

A freshman stumbled out of the crowd, put on the sorting hat, and after a while——

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled ~IndoMTL.com~ The auditorium burst into applause. The freshmen put down their hats and got off the stool hesitantly. Felix said gently: "Choose an empty seat to sit down. The college only affects your class schedule." So Ivan ran to the Slytherin table and sat down as a Draco Malfoy, the prefect, stood up and shook his hand.

The sorting was carried out in an orderly manner without any accidents. When the ceremony was over, Professor McGonagall, as the principal, gave a welcome speech to the students, and simply announced several new appointments of the school this year:

"Professor Emmeline Vance will serve as the professor of transfiguration...Professor Firenze has just returned from a trip, and he has a lot of research in observing astrology and flame divination. He will be a professor of a branch of divination for approval. The choice of students for the O.W.Ls assessment... In addition, this year's ancient magic text class will be taught in classroom 7. Classroom 7 and the underground playground will also be reopened to students. The administrators of these two places are Abufu Mr. Si Dumbledore as..."

Professor McGonagall swept across the auditorium with serious eyes, and then smiled.

"Once again, welcome back everyone. In this situation, I am very happy to see that everyone can unite, regardless of each other. This is our most powerful weapon. The above is what I want to say. Let's start eating .”