Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 358 352. Flying Pink Toad

The tall towers looked even darker against the dark night sky. Only the entrance hall was illuminated red by torches, but even so the light was still very dim. Sometimes the road ahead could not be seen clearly, and little wizards often fell down.

"It would be a lot better if there were electric lights here."

Hermione looked at the little wizard who had fallen in front of her and said to Dudley.

"Theoretically, Hogwarts is enchanted and it is forbidden to use things made by ordinary people. But it is really more convenient to have electric lights."

What Dudley was thinking of was the car that had been modified by Mr. Weasley in the original book. Its headlights could be used normally in Hogwarts, so Hogwarts could also use electronic products as long as it was magically modified.

While talking to Hermione, another little wizard tripped over the protruding steps because he couldn't see clearly.

Compared to the brightly lit world of ordinary people, the wizarding world sometimes really lags behind.

Once a year, after spending four years at Hogwarts, Dudley and the others were so familiar with everything here that they entered the auditorium with ease. The sky is full of flying ghosts and full of excitement. Every opening party is the happiest time for the ghosts of Hogwarts. They have not seen a few living people for a whole holiday.

Dudley and the others found a place to sit down, and soon Harry, Ron, and Draco also came over.

"I think that's our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Draco pouted towards the professor's seat, and everyone followed his gaze. Sitting next to Dumbledore was a short and fat man with short curly gray-brown hair and a hairstyle. A very ugly big pink bow, wearing a fluffy pink cardigan

"Toad?"

Harry spoke unconsciously, and then hurriedly coughed to cover it up. Fortunately, no one could hear him clearly due to the distance.

Except for the discipline team, they all nodded, agreeing with his description.

The main reason is that it looks too much like a toad-like face with a pair of eyes with droopy eyelids and bulging eyeballs.

Neville, who silently hugged his pet 'Lif', quickly put it back into his pocket, fearing that the 'similar' person in the teacher's seat would see that Dudley's habit had spread among the disciplinary team, and they would all be in their own A fixed traceless stretching spell is applied to the pockets of clothes, which can store many, many things.

Soon, the new students came in one after another, and the Sorting Hat began to sing.

The lyrics this time have changed a lot from the previous ones.

Gryffindor and Slytherin were not the only four founders of the House who had different philosophies.

Otherwise just use two colleges.

To be precise, the four houses have four different philosophies. Except for Hufflepuff, who treats everyone equally and only picks up the students the remaining three do not want, the remaining three only recruit students they agree with.

That's why there are four colleges.

As time goes by, the gap between these people becomes wider and wider, and the differences become more intense.

‘Everyone wants to monopolize power’

The lyrics of the Sorting Hat also show that it is not only Slytherin who wants the right to speak the most, but also the other three houses. Well, Hufflepuff, who seems to be the most uncontested, is no exception.

The final result ended with Slytherin running away frustrated.

The remaining three colleges are not living in harmony and united as one imagined in the past.

The past is past, we can't go back to the beginning.

At the end, the Sorting Hat also sang a covert song about enemies outside the school.

Most young wizards don't know why, and only a few understand that it means something else.

It is sending a warning, it is sending a warning to everyone in the school.

Dinner time passed quickly, and it was over when Ron had eaten his sixteenth chicken drumstick.

Dumbledore stood up from his position as Headmaster: "We are very pleased to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

He introduced Umbridge politely but not very enthusiastically, and the auditorium burst into equally polite but not very enthusiastic applause.

Hogwarts as a whole was not very fond of her.

Just when Dumbledore was about to continue saying something, Umbridge deliberately cleared her throat next to her.

"uh-huh."

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking and looked at Professor Umbridge questioningly: "Our new professor has a few words to say to everyone."

Then he sat back decisively, leaving his seat to the other party.

The expressions of the other professors were different. They had never seen any wizard interrupt Dumbledore, not even Fudge, in such a public situation.

"Interrupt Professor Dumbledore."

Ron drank the orange juice in front of him and whispered: "Thanks to our principal's good temper, if someone else, like Professor Grindelwald, would have probably thrown her out."

Draco raised his eyebrows very cooperatively and said, "Flying toad?"

"Flying pink toad." Even Neville echoed.

Suppressed chuckles rang out from all around, and it was obvious that they agreed with the adjective 'pink toad'.

"Thank you, Headmaster." Umbridge stood up, showed a sweet fake smile, and said, "It's great to be back at Hogwarts!"

Her voice was completely different from her appearance, high and high-pitched, as if she was pinching her throat to pretend to be a little girl's voice.

Very uncomfortable.

Then she started a long speech, some very formulaic content in public situations, which is exactly the same as the speeches made by ordinary people in parliament.

Sometimes wizards and ordinary people connect quickly, such as in these contents.

Along with her speech, the discussion among the little wizards below became louder and louder.

"Fudge tastes really weird."

"He's always had strange tastes, everyone knows that."

Almost everyone did not take the content of Umbridge's speech seriously, except Hermione, who listened very carefully, but judging from her expression, she did not like Umbridge's content.

"Dudley is right." Hermione bit her pen, her eyebrows almost twitching together: "This woman is not only here for Professor Dumbledore, but also for Hogwarts."

By the time Umbridge finished her speech, all the little wizards were already sleepy. Dumbledore never liked such nonsense.

"First-year students, this way, this way, follow me."

At the end of the dinner, the prefects from the four colleges began to summon the first-year wizards.

Starting from the fifth grade, each college will have its own prefects responsible for managing students, and Dudley and the others have now entered the fifth grade, which means that the discipline team is already qualified to manage the male and female student presidents and 12 prefects.

"Let me inform Cedric that the disciplinary team will gather together in a while. The formal duties of the disciplinary team can almost be fulfilled."