A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 618 An Unusual Dinner Party
On September [-]st, in the evening, it was cloudy and rainy.

The Hogwarts Express pulls into Hogsmeade station.

Ron and Hermione had to brave the rain to maintain order on the muddy road, carrying the over-excited little wizards to the carriage.Harry dawdled on purpose until the platform was almost completely empty before finding a chance to slip out.So they were almost the last to get into the wagon.

"Oh, those brats suck," Ron complained. "I've got a sudden craving for French food, how about you?"

"Anything." Hermione said wearily.

The carriage started to move, the clouds were overcast outside, the light was darker than usual at this time of day, and the rain hit the roof of the carriage and rolled into the carriage, making Harry shiver.The carriage finally stopped by the stone steps leading to the oak gate, and Hermione, who had been dozing off, woke up and jumped out of the carriage, "Hurry up, you two!"

"She's absolutely starving," Ron said under his breath to Harry.

The three of them joined the crowd, ding-dong the stone steps filled with stagnant water. The bright foyer was in the distance. Harry couldn't wait to sit in the auditorium and enjoy the food. The thought injected a little warmth into his cold body, and he Climb up the last few steps in one breath.

A pair of shoes blocked his way.

Harry raised his head and looked at Professor Happe's expressionless blunt face.An inexplicable fear struck him, causing his internal organs to ache.Ron and Hermione looked back at them in surprise.

"Teacher?" Harry swallowed.

"Harry, stay after the dinner party. Principal Dumbledore and I are going to take you somewhere." Felix said, and he blew the cold wind at the door for nearly half an hour, almost thinking that Harry had missed the train.

The hair on Varen's body was soaked, and finally he couldn't take it anymore and ran to the auditorium.

Harry opened his mouth and swallowed what he was about to say, "Okay."

Felix nodded at him and led him to the auditorium. "Professor?" Felix stopped and looked at Harry.Harry shivered from the cold, "What am I going to do to prepare..."

"No, oh, better bring your wand."

Harry plodded into the Great Hall.

The dining table was in a mess. When he sat down, Ron and Hermione gave him a puzzled look. Harry shook his head. He couldn't help but look towards the professor's bench. Headmaster Bumbledore whispered something, and Headmaster Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

His heart sank little by little.

"I've already told Harry, when the dinner is over..."

"I see." Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He picked up a fork and tapped the goblet. The crisp knocking sound echoed in the auditorium, and the noise gradually subsided. The person who was only focused on chatting with his classmates before found something unusual.

"Two new professors!" Seamus said in amazement. He counted them one by one with a puzzled face, "Why is there an extra person..."

"Professor McGonagall's seat is vacant!"

……

"Mr Slughorn next to Snape, and Mr Bagshot next to Professor Happer," Harry whispered.

Hermione inhaled lightly, looking a little uneasy.

"what happened?"

"The number of chairs doesn't match, one extra—"

At this time, the door leading to the hall opened, and Professor McGonagall led a row of young wizards in and made them line up in front of the staff desk.Then she put a dirty hat on the stool and stood by waiting.

The Sorting Hat sang loudly:
I have worn on the heads of the most eminent duellists,

Though not then brought to life;
I am older than everything in the castle,
But don't think I'll never change.

The four founders of the great school,
Their deeds have been passed down for thousands of years;
Who else in the world knows them well enough?

Think who carried their minds!

Godric Gryffindor, the invincible duelist,

Rowena Ravenclaw, whose wisdom is unrivaled,

Helga Hufflepuff, magnanimous and merciful,
Salazar Slytherin, a shrewd mind and unscrupulous.

Although the body has decayed,

But their ideals are reproduced in students;

The four colleges have a large number of talents,

Let Hogwarts fame spread far and wide.

But I will pour a basin of cold water on you,
Single minds can only fight on their own.

There is no distinction between courage and recklessness,
Wisdom and arrogance go hand in hand,
Kindness and weakness always transform each other,

The difference between shrewdness and selfishness is only a thought.

I stand before you now,

Confess that past to you;
I have done my duty to speak frankly—

Now let's start sorting.

The Sorting Hat remained motionless after speaking.It was as if the pause button had been pressed in the auditorium, and it took a few seconds before sparse applause resounded.The students whispered, "It's the first time I've heard the Sorting Hat criticize the thinking of the four houses." Ron said in surprise.

"But it does qualify," said Harry, applauding along with the crowd, although he was also a little surprised.

Usually the Sorting Hat just gives out the qualities valued by the four houses, and praises the four founders (sometimes with the exception of Slytherin).Last year was different, it was an unprecedented warning for students to stick together, but that was because Voldemort was stalking outside the school.

Now that the war was over, Ginny had even made a bet with Ron on the train that the Sorting Hat would be singing viciously about people coming out of war this year.

Professor McGonagall was also a little dazed. She cleared her throat vigorously, and the whispering stopped abruptly. She took out a long list of freshmen and read the names on it one by one—

"Tuls Elimore."

"It's very distinctive." On the professor's seat, Grindelwald put down his hand and said softly.

Felix smiled slightly, and glanced across the auditorium. The students and professors had different reactions to the song of the Sorting Hat. For example, Slughorn, who had been loudly trying to get along with many professors before, was silent now and frowned. eyebrows.

He glanced at Dumbledore, then glanced at Grindelwald from the corner of his eye without any trace, and his walrus beard trembled.

Maybe he was weighing whether he would suffer in his heart... Felix secretly thought.He knew that Dumbledore had used teaching and asylum as an excuse to win over Slughorn, but Voldemort hadn't fallen at the time, and Slughorn didn't want to expose himself to the public.

Now that the war is over, the cunning old walrus can finally hold back.

But this also brought an advantage, Severus finally got his wish and got the position he wanted.

"...Toby Gilbert."

Felix glanced at the Sorting Hat and keenly grasped the point of this year's Sorting Hat song - as last year - calling students to unite as one.But the two are different. Last year it was because of external enemies, but this year it may be because of internal reasons.

Did the Sorting Hat hear anything from Dumbledore?

He looked at Grindelwald, who was full of interest and leisurely, and thought that the direction was quite obvious-the old man's strength had shrunk seriously, and he could only talk about it, even though Felix had used this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class book single He liked Grindelwald, but he didn't think that the Dark Lord, who had once determined to rule Muggles, would easily surrender to his peaceful ideas.

Taking his book as a target for criticism is more or less the same.

Felix has already made up his mind that he must attend two classes when he has time. His book has been written with great care, and Grindelwald can't let it be interpreted indiscriminately.

"— Hubbard Zenobia."

"Slytherin!"

The sorting ceremony was finally over, and Professor McGonagall came over to pick up the sorting hat and chair—"Please wait, Minerva." Dumbledore said suddenly, Professor McGonagall froze in place, and asked hesitantly: "Albus ?”

Dumbledore stood up swiftly, briskly on his feet.He smiled and said, "I'm just a little curious. If it were now... what college would I be assigned to." He picked up the sorting hat, turned his arms around his head, and sat on the small bench funny.

The auditorium suddenly boiled.

Although their stomachs were growling with hunger, the students stood up one after another, standing on tiptoe and looking forward to it. "He's crazy!" cried Hermione. "No, that's normal!" Harry and Ron said in unison, and all the students looked at Dumbledore without blinking.

"What do you say he wants to do?"

"I don't know, but if the Sorting Hat sorts him to another college, it will be fun to watch!"

"Maybe that's what he wants!"

Dumbledore sat neatly on the small bench, with his long white beard dragging on the floor, he closed his eyes, as if he was communicating with the Sorting Hat, because at the brim of the Sorting Hat, the crack opened angrily It yelled, "That's out of order, Dumbledore!"

"Oh, don't be like this... be accommodating..." Dumbledore whispered, and only Professor McGonagall heard this sentence. Her lips were tightly pressed into a line, and her fingers kept opening and closing. The Sorting Hat is removed from Dumbledore's head.

She couldn't tell which one would turn into a scandal... so she just froze in place, her chest heaving violently.

It took a minute or two before the Sorting Hat reluctantly called out the word "Gryffindor".

Dumbledore stood up contentedly, and handed the Sorting Hat to the annoyed Professor McGonagall.Felix, Grindelwald, and Snape were thoughtful, although their thoughts were completely different.

Felix looked forward to the speech after the dinner even more. What would Dumbledore say?Will he support school reform?Grindelwald's lesson preparation this year is extremely targeted. Without Dumbledore's acquiescence, there would be no such outrageous book list.

Dumbledore had already returned to his position. As if nothing had happened, he opened his arms and said with a bright smile: "There is nothing better than a big meal to represent my mood at the moment, let's have a good time Bar!"

Then he sat down and food fell from the sky.

Grindelwald stared, slightly taken aback, expecting Dumbledore to at least say something.

"The headmaster never disappoints in that regard, does he, Minerva?" said Felix, happily tossing chops on his plate. "Perhaps we should have a school rule that no speeches before dinner should exceed ten minutes." a word."

Professor McGonagall, who had just sat down, snorted softly, with his eyes on Dumbledore.

"It's better to add one more, prohibiting sudden madness."

When the last piece of dessert disappeared, Dumbledore stood up again. Felix looked at his headmaster with interest, and his eyes stayed on the black gemstone ring that seemed to grow on his hand. Could it be the resurrection stone?A chance encounter with Xenophilius Lovegood a few weeks earlier came to mind.

It's a pity they didn't say a word at all, because Mr. Lovegood seemed to have had a bad stomach and was in a hurry to find a toilet.

I don't know if his failed interview has something to do with this...

"Okay... new students, welcome to enroll; old students, welcome back to school!" Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes emotionally, "what awaits you is a new school year of magic education..."

"Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone... Quidditch selection will... test spells and make up the list of candidates..."

The students listened lazily, drowsily, to the clichés.

"This year the school welcomed two new professors, and at the same time there have been some minor changes in the original teaching positions. First, let us welcome Professor Slughorn, who has worked with me and is an experienced Potions scientist. professor……"

"Potions?"

The students opened their eyes wide and stared at the old wizard who stood up and waved enthusiastically to them. He was wearing a delicate waistcoat with a belly too big to be buttoned up. His bald head reflected the light from the top of his head as his body turned.

"Sure enough—" Hermione tapped the table lightly with her fist.

"So what?" Ron asked puzzled, like most of the students, his eyes swiveled between the new professor and Snape, with an expression of watching the show.

"Didn't you find that there is one more professor this year? I thought—"

"At the same time, Professor Bagshot and Professor Snape," said Dumbledore with a normal expression, but his voice was slightly raised, "will be co-professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Hermione took a breath.

"It turned out to be arranged like this! Alas, Professor Snape has finally got his wish."

The students' discussion became louder. "All I care about is who's going to teach the sixth form," said Ron, as Professor Bagshot politely stood up in salute and Snape just lazily held out a hand to cheer the Slytherins Voice.

Ron bared his teeth and said, "The difference is huge. Although I hate Snape too, compared to a squib—"

"Ron!" Hermione said warningly.

Ron shrank his neck, "Okay... I won't say it, but the problem is there, I can't pretend not to see it, everyone knows how to choose..."

Dumbledore waited until Grindelwald sat down before continuing: "The two professors will divide their work and cooperate with each other. Professor Snape is responsible for the teaching of grades one to five, and Professor Bagshot is responsible for the teaching of the improvement class..."

There was a loud booing from the Slytherin house, they were complaining about their headmaster.

Even Harry was very surprised. At present, although only Slytherin students clearly expressed their opposition, the other three houses had no response, but that was because they didn't know that Mr. Bagshot was a Squib. If they knew, they would probably cause a lot of noise.

Harry looked at the professor's chair and couldn't help worrying about Mr. Bagshot, but his expression remained the same.

Somewhere in his mind, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.Although he hasn't taken Professor Bagshot's class yet, at least one thing is certain, he won't have much chance to deal with Snape this year.

A thought suddenly occurred to him that perhaps Snape had chosen grades one to five for this reason as well.

After announcing the change of position, Dumbledore still stood where he was, obviously having something to say.The hum in the auditorium gradually disappeared, and the students invariably thought of the song of the Sorting Hat and Principal Dumbledore's strange behavior, and perhaps they could hear the answer from his words.

"This past year has seen people suffer a lot from Voldemort and his entourage. Fortunately, we didn't have to sacrifice as much of our treasured treasures as we did in the last ten-year war, and I hope that as we celebrate Yu, take even a minute—such as now—to reflect on what the war has brought us.”

What follows is an extremely long minute.

"I think each of you has your own experience. Please remember the thoughts of this moment. It will make you grow and discern right from wrong. It is normal for a person's thoughts to change with their own experiences. I still remember it clearly. The sorting scene when I was enrolled: the sorting hat made a decision almost immediately. But just now I didn’t know where it would sort me... But one thing is for sure, paranoia will make people go to extremes and provoke disputes. "

Dumbledore's words stopped abruptly.

"Okay, you have enough time to think about these annoying problems in the future, but the top priority is to get a good rest. I saw someone yawned, so... good night."

The chairs were pushed back one by one, Harry stood up together with the others, his mind seemed to return to the warm and comfortable bed first, and then he saw Professor Haip waving at him with a serious expression.

He woke up suddenly.

"What's the matter, Harry?" said Ron, yawning, as Hermione ran off to give directions to the first years.

Harry gave him a deep look.

"If... well, I mean I don't come back, I left something in the box..."

"What are you talking about?" Ron rubbed his stomach.

"...remember, box."

　The song of the sorting hat is not a word count, it is made up by the author himself, and many brain cells have died.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)