A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 712

"You're brave," said Neville, giving Harry a thumbs-up and admiringly, as he sat next to Harry, with Hannah and Susan Burns sitting next to them.

"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, leaning over and patting Harry on the shoulder, looking enviously at the badge on Harry's chest.

"By the way, I don't know if there is any change 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 at Harry with unabashed admiration. Harry folded his hands together; Snape squinted his eyes so that no one could 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 be too big. change."

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't changed... It's really surprising." Ernie and the others exchanged meaningful glances, and Harry knew that what flashed through everyone's minds at this moment must be the black magic that has come and gone over the years. The name of the professor of Defense Against Magic.

But Harry didn't feel the slightest bit 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 places? Snape continued to teach Potions, and Professor Slughorn taught Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Not likely," 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.

"Tell me quickly." 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 the special envoy of the International Federation of Wizards some time ago. , visited more than a dozen Ministry of Magic, he may not have much time in the following days; the latter—Professor McGonagall should not teach students this year, she is the headmaster now, isn't she?"

She said all she knew at once, then looked at Harry inquiringly.

Harry stared back at her, probably knowing that every word he said next would end up on the Wall, so he decided not to say a word - and he really didn't know the answer, but that didn't stop him from making up one. Set of plausible rhetoric.

"You guys found out so quickly, the Custodian was taken aback." 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 looked nervously. Looking at him, he was afraid that his lies 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 own works.

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

Harry's heart skipped a beat, thinking that this was indeed a possibility.

"No," Neville shook his head, and said firmly, "Because Professor McGonagall really looked for my father, hoping 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 picking a site for a new wizarding town together," Neville explained.

After the Longbottoms were cured by Professor Haip, they first traveled abroad. When the Wizarding War broke out, they immediately decided to contribute their own strength. When the war ended, they had no intention of joining the Ministry of Magic, but chose to start A small shop, ready to live your own little 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's that?" Mafalda raised his head from his little 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 has a headache for them." Susan Bones interjected, "The number of registered people has exceeded [-]. 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 father said that during the first wizarding war, many people fled 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 watched When Ron was looking here listlessly, his expression was 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, like lions patrolling their territory. and snakes.

"Are you satisfied with the surprise that the new head of the Boys and Girls Council brought us?" Snape said softly, his tone as if someone had broken into his private storage room and relocated rows of familiar potion jars.

"I'm really satisfied, Severus. I'm glad to see this change in my position." Professor McGonagall said happily, and then she looked at Felix with a strange expression, "But Felix— —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, and when he heard this, he turned his head and looked at her rather innocently.

"Sorting, Felix, sorting," 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, shook it vigorously, and then Stride to 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-Magical Union.

"Oh, 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, shaggy 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 froze 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 at 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 rules of sorting 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 moment, a freshman spoke in a trembling voice, "Excuse me, are you Felix Hype, I read your name in the newspaper."

"You can call me Professor Hemp," 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 second Fei Lix Hepp is in the papers more than I do. So, where's your name?"

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

"... oh, oh, yes, Mr. Irving. You surprised me, you happen to have the same name as a friend of mine." Felix said, "I hope you get into the ideal college-I mean — 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."

While the freshmen were looking at each other and introducing themselves, the students in the auditorium were overwhelmed by the new faces appearing one after another.

First a centaur - "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 intimidated by the tall and thin old man who was the leader. He was wearing a gray robe with long strands of wire. gray hair and beard and glasses.

It wasn't until he approached that some students realized 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 gently.

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 time, 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 .

"Lock Irwin."

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

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

There was thunderous applause in the auditorium.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.After 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 be 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 sub-discipline professor of divination for students who pass the OWLs assessment Choose... Also, this year's Ancient Runes class will be taught in Room [-]. Room [-] and the underground playground will also reopen to students, both of which are managed by Aberforth Dumbledore Sir in charge of..."

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 have to say. Let's eat."

(End of this chapter)