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Chapter 383 An Unusual Path

Harry's first day in fifth grade was an extraordinary night.

It was Hermione who first discovered that Dumbledore and Sherlock were not in the Great Hall.

After her reminder, both Ron and Harry saw two vacant seats on the teachers' bench.

The freshmen hadn't come to the auditorium yet, and the dinner hadn't officially started, so Harry and the others didn't think it was a big problem at first.

"Maybe Professor Dumbledore and Professor Forrest are talking about something in the principal's office?" Harry guessed, "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​very busy recently, and they should not be idle."

Ron also said.

"Maybe they are welcoming new professors? I don't know if there will be new professors coming this year."

"Won't Moody come to Hogwarts this year?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry shook his head: "I heard them talking about it at breakfast. Moody has other jobs, so he won't be able to come to Hogwarts this year."

Hermione had a regretful look on her face.

"I originally wanted to ask him about the Ministry of Magic at school, but it seems that I have no chance."

When she said this, Ron stared at her immediately.

"You're still so interested in the Ministry of Magic. You've asked enough of my dad and Kingsley when you were at 12 Grimmauld Place! What the hell are you thinking, Hermione?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's fussy reaction.

"What else can I want to do, I just want to know more about the political system of the wizarding world. This summer I read a lot of books about the Muggle political system. Compared with the wizarding world, the loose government of the Ministry of Magic is very unique. But this is indeed in line with the form of wizard society."

Harry and Ron glanced at each other. They had been with Hermione all summer, so of course they knew what she was reading during this time.

But it was because the more they knew, the more they felt that Hermione was developing on a path they had never thought of.

They couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but that feeling made people tremble uncontrollably.

After being promoted to the fifth grade, Ron and Hermione were also elected as the male and female prefects of Gryffindor respectively. Although Ron was very excited about this matter, he was still a little awkward in front of Harry. and awkward.

After all, whether it is based on fame or learning of magic, the person who should be the superior should already be Harry, but I don't know why Professor McGonagall chose Ron because of his consideration.

Harry didn't really feel much about it, he didn't show much enthusiasm for things like power or publicity.

On the contrary, he wished that he had nothing to do, so that he could have more time to talk with Lily in private.

While they were chatting, Professor McGonagall led the freshmen into the auditorium.

Her complexion was obviously not right, and most of the students in the auditorium finally noticed the problem at this time.

Dumbledore and Sherlock have not returned until now.

Even the professors sitting in the teacher's chair looked puzzled. Some professors turned their heads and asked Silk about something, but Silk shook his head with a slight frown. Sherlock was leaving home today. I never told her what I was going to do today.

When the auditorium fell into a burst of noise, a golden-red light suddenly flashed beside Professor McGonagall, and Fox appeared in the auditorium under everyone's gaze.

There was a burst of exclamation from the students, and the freshmen who had just been brought in also stared at the red bird with wide eyes.

In fact, most of the students in the castle are not very unfamiliar with Fox, as long as they have been to the principal's office, they have basically seen it.

But it is the first time that it has appeared in such a large audience in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall frowned and took the letter from Fox. After reading it quickly, her complexion improved a lot.

"Professor Dumbledore and Professor Forrest are involved in some things now. There is no way to make it to the opening dinner tonight, so let's start first."

She didn't explain much, or that was all Dumbledore wrote her in the letter.

The voices of discussion in the auditorium did not decrease, but became louder, and the sorting ceremony began in such an environment.

Without Dumbledore, naturally there was no speech he used in previous years after the dinner, and even the Weasley twins' favorite school song session was cancelled.

After the students had a sumptuous dinner, they were taken back to the common room by the prefects of each college.

After Ron, the prefect, handed out this year's class schedule and returned to the dormitory, they discussed the specialness of this year's opening dinner.

"Maybe it was Professor Forrest who discovered the lair where the mysterious man was hiding, and went to arrest him with Professor Dumbledore tonight."

Seamo, who lived in the same dormitory with them, said with a look of expectation.

After hearing what he said, Neville also nodded like a chicken pecking at rice to show his agreement.

With the ferment of public opinion during a summer vacation, Sherlock's reputation in the magical world has reached a level comparable to that of Dumbledore, and it can even be said to surpass him in some aspects.

The students in Hogwarts are even more enthusiastic about this. After all, Sherlock teaches them every day in this castle, which makes them feel that they are all prosperous and all are damaged.

Harry and Ron didn't speak into the conversation between them.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​not a secret, but it can't be said casually, not to mention that Seamus' guess is really possible.

Although they were not allowed to participate in the meetings of the adults, they could still judge from a few words that Dumbledore and Sherlock are obviously focusing on the mysterious man, while others are focusing on those who eat food. Dead Apostles.

They didn't chat a few words in the dormitory, and then they lay back on their beds and got ready to sleep.

Harry felt a little tired, but in fact he didn't do anything today, but after his head touched the pillow, his consciousness began to feel drowsy as if he was about to fall asleep.

Beside his pillow, on the old locket brought from No. 12 Grimmauld Place, there was a snake-shaped relief, faintly glowing with imperceptible green fluorescence.

The locket, which could not be opened at all, became loose, and there seemed to be a green streamer emitting from the gap.

As for Harry, who was already asleep, his sleepy face slowly began to become a little painful. His brows furrowed at some point, as if he was having a not-so-pleasant nightmare.

(End of this chapter)