Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

Solim was right, the storm was coming.

From time to time, there would be rumbles of thunder in the sky, and huge raindrops would rush to hit the windows, making crackling noises. People could not help but think that the windows would be smashed by the raindrops in the next second.

However, no matter how hard it rained outside, it could not affect Solim and Sirna who were staying underground. Slytherin's dormitories and common room are underground, so there is no need to worry about leaks or rainwater flowing in through the windows.

But for the students who had just gotten off the train, the storm seemed less friendly. The rain fell quickly and fiercely, and the big raindrops were hit by the strong wind, making the students unable to open their eyes. But no matter what, the students finally arrived at the castle, although most of them looked extremely embarrassed.

After changing their clothes and tidying up their appearance, the students all gathered in the auditorium to wait for the sorting ceremony to begin. They were hungry all the way and couldn't wait to start enjoying dinner.

Before the sorting ceremony began, the students sat together and chattered about what happened at the Quidditch World Cup and about Peter's escape from prison. A dozen well-informed and well-informed students were discussing in a low voice what happened in the third grade. exhibition matter.

Just like Draco. He also knew about the Triwizard Tournament, and he was a little excited about it. It was obvious that this boy had some illusions.

"Solim, do you think it's possible for me to be chosen by the Goblet of Fire?" Draco asked in a low voice with some excitement.

"What do you think?"

"Okay," Draco glanced at Solim, "If you also participate, I really have no chance. But...are you really planning to participate? As far as I know, each school only has one spot."

"What? Do you think my brother is not as good as those trash from the upper grades?" Sirna glanced at Draco from the side.

The teaching level of Hogwarts is quite good, but most of the students do not have a strong desire to learn magic. With Sirna's perspective, she can naturally see that the level of the seniors in the school is not very good.

"By the way..." Draco glanced at the professor's chair, trying to change the subject, "Why is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class still empty this year? Could it be that they haven't found a professor yet?"

Professor Flitwick sat on a large pile of cushions, otherwise he would have no way of reaching the table. Next to him is Professor Sprout, the professor of Herbalism and the dean of Hufflepuff. She is currently talking about something with Professor Sinistra, who teaches astronomy. Next to Professor Sinistra is Snape with a gloomy face. The seat next to Snape is empty. It belongs to Professor McGonagall. She should be rushing here with this year's freshmen. The old man with a white beard sitting in the middle and with the highest back is the principal of Hogwarts.

— Dumbledore, his hands folded and his chin resting on them, glanced towards the Slytherin table after feeling Solim's gaze.

"How is that possible?" Solim said: "This professor may be a little different this year.

"Ha!" Draco smiled, "different? Quirrell in the first year, Lockhart in the second year, and Lupin last year. One of them is...well, you know, one is a playboy and an idiot, and the other one is... It's a werewolf. I want to see if this year's professors are any different, or are they finally going to find a normal person to teach us this year?"

Draco glanced at the professor's chair again.

"But he hasn't come yet. I don't think he is a normal person."

What Draco said is not wrong, Moody is really not a normal person. Who in his right mind would be late for the Hogwarts opening dinner? And he is still a professor.

Just as they were talking, the door of the auditorium was pushed open. The students fell silent instantly, and Professor McGonagall led a bunch of wet freshmen in. There was no way, these freshmen came here by boat and got caught in the rain. At this moment, many weak children were shivering from the cold.

"Hmph, another Gryffindor." Draco snorted disdainfully. He saw a thin student lip-syncing excitedly at the long Gryffindor table, "Oh my god, what is that boy wearing?"

Draco didn't recognize it, but Harry and several others recognized it. It was Hagrid's moleskin coat. At this moment, Colin Creevey was talking excitedly next to Harry.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had already walked to the three-legged stool where the Sorting Hat was placed, which meant that the sorting ceremony had officially begun. After the Sorting Hat sang a meaningless song

Professor McGonagall took out her parchment.

"When I call someone's name, he puts his hat on his head and sits on a stool," she told the first-year students. "When the hat announces the house, he goes and sits at the appropriate table."

The sorting ceremony has begun, but the seat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is still empty. Is something wrong?" Draco asked softly.

0...Please give me flowers...

The first freshman was assigned to Ravenclaw, and the students at Ravenclaw applauded to welcome their first freshman.

"It will come, why are you worried about it?" Solim also started to applaud, because everyone on the Slytherin side was applauding. The second student was assigned to Slytherin, and Solim vaguely heard that the freshman's surname was Bardock.

After the sorting ceremony, Solim discovered that there were only four new students in Slytherin this year, three boys and one girl.

"Slytherin is really getting worse every year." Barrow was sitting next to Solim. He had not spoken much just now. After seeing the situation of the sorting this year, he said something inspired.

"I don't think it's a big deal." Solim broke off a chicken drumstick for himself. “You will reap what you sow.”

...0

Barrow glanced at Solim and said expressionlessly: "Maybe.

The food at the banquet was the same as in previous years, and even the place where it was placed was the same. There were no new tricks or new tastes. But what else could Solim ask for? You know, this is England, at a Hogwarts banquet. It’s a blessing that there’s no such dark dish Solim as looking up at the stars.

When the food in front of him disappeared, Dumbledore stood up and the auditorium suddenly became quiet, preparing to listen to the headmaster's speech. Like the food at the dinner, there was nothing new in Dumbledore's speech this year. It was the same as in previous years: new students were not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest without permission, how many kinds of contraband Filch had added to his list, Hogsmeade's Commonplace questions like the application list.

"I regret to announce this year: this year's Quidditch match has been cancelled."

Even Dumbledore, even the Headmaster of Hogwarts, would cause an uproar if he said such a thing. The students immediately slapped the table excitedly.

"That's because...a large-scale event will start in October." Dumbledore pressed his hands down to signal the students to be quiet, "This event will last throughout the school year and takes up a lot of teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun doing it. I'm very pleased to announce that this year's Hogwarts

"boom!"

The door of the auditorium was violently knocked open. Suddenly a dazzling lightning flashed across, allowing all the students to see clearly his terrifying face. .