HP Magic Biography

Warning, I'm really curious about what happened. You know, there are many things that cannot be checked. Fan Lin asked.

Maybe it's a crisis, but I have experienced very few crises, and very few things will endanger Hogwarts itself, so for Hogwarts, it is just something difficult to deal with. It's just trouble. Nick said, If you want to know more details, you may ask Professor Binns, he is one of the few omniscients in Hogwarts.

Omniscient... Fan Lin was a little speechless. Although Professor Binns' professional ability is very strong, the tone of Professor Binns' tone is something that ordinary people can't stand. Even Hermione feels pain, especially Don't talk about him.

How does it know the school is in danger if it's just a hat? said Ron suddenly.

Ron's mouth was full of food, and Harry considered his ability to make these inarticulate noises a remarkable achievement.

I didn't hear clearly, can you repeat it again?

Sir Nicholas asked politely when Hermione's face was filled with disgust.

Ron made a huge swallow and said, How did it know the school was in crisis if it was just a hat?

I don't know anything about it, said Sir Nicholas. Of course the Sorting Hat has been living in Dumbledore's office, and I dare say it heard something from there.

And it requires all the Houses to be friends? Harry said, watching the Slytherin table carefully, where young Malfoy was being flattered by the others. No chance.

Well, now, you shouldn't take that attitude, Nick said reproachfully, peaceful cooperation, that's the key. Although we ghosts come from different houses, we maintain friendship. Although in Gryffindor and There was a rivalry among the Slytherins, but I never thought of arguing with Baron the Bloody [Slytherin's ghost, who Nick feared the most] over it.

That's just because you're afraid of him, said Ron.

Sir Nicholas looked gravely insulted. Afraid? I wish I was afraid, Nicholas Demimus—Mr. Popington had never been afraid in his life! The noble blood that runs through my veins—

What blood? Ron asked, Please confirm that you still have blood?

That's a metaphor! Headless Nick was so annoyed now that his head, which was only connected by a few pieces of skin, was shaking with anger,

I think I'm still allowed to say whatever I like, even including having fun eating and drinking! And I warn you, I won't allow students to joke about my death!

He's not really laughing at you, Nick! said Hermione, throwing a reproachful look at Ron.

Unfortunately, Ron's mouth was once again stuffed with food, so all he could manage was a few muffled whines, which in Nick's opinion was clearly not an adequate apology.

Nick flew straight into the air and they joined the other end of the table, taking the empty seat between the Craven brothers, Colin and Dennis.

Good job, Ron, Hermione growled angrily.

What? said Ron annoyed, swallowing his food with a last ditch effort. Aren't you allowed to ask a simple question?

Oh, forget it, said Hermione petulantly, I wish you'd had a good run through your head.

Fan Lin was so used to their quarrels that he didn't bother to mediate for them; in fact, Fan Lin just comforted Hermione, and then turned Hermione's face to him, which could solve many problems. question.

Harry, on the other hand, was more direct, thinking it would be better to spend his energy on delicious food, and then there was a big plate of his favorite dessert.

When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the hall started to rise again, Dumbledore rose from his chair again. The voice of discussion stopped immediately, and all the students turned to look at the principal.

Harry felt blissfully drowsy now. His four-poster bed was waiting for him somewhere upstairs, and it was very warm and soft.

Okay, now that we've had another great feast, I want everyone to pay attention, and we're now making a general announcement, said Dumbledore. The first years must understand that the woods in the clearing are Students are forbidden to enter - and there are some old students who should know this again.

Almost at the same time, everyone in Gryffindor gave out weird smiles. This didn't change anything, Hogwarts was still Hogwarts.

Mr. Filch, the administrator, has asked me, and he has spoken to me for four hundred and sixty seconds, to remind you that no magic is allowed in the corridors between classrooms, among many other rules, and all detailed lists are now available. Posted on Mr. Filch's office door.

It's all the same old stuff. Ron said in a low voice, and then he felt a stern look, possibly from Professor McGonagall, but considering the distance, Hermione was more reliable.

There are two changes to our teachers this year. We are delighted to welcome back Professor Graplan, who will lead Care of Fantastic Beasts, and I am delighted to introduce Ms Umbridge, who will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts class teacher.

There was a burst of polite but completely devoid of enthusiasm cheers in the hall. Fan Lin and Hermione exchanged a slight look of bad looks at this moment. Fan Lin had already secretly told Hermione about that Ms. Umbridge.

Dumbledore also didn't say how long Professor Graplan would teach, but after Hagrid came back, Fan Lin hoped that two people would teach.

Hagrid's lessons aren't for everyone.

Dumbledore continued: The House Quidditch preliminaries will be held...

Before he finished speaking, Dumbledore stopped and looked at Professor Umbridge suspiciously. The woman was not much taller standing than she was sitting, and for a moment no one knew why Dumbledore had stopped.

But then Professor Umbridge cleared his throat and said, Well, well, and it became clear that she had stood up to deliver a speech. Dumbledore just glanced back, then sat down gracefully and looked at Professor Umbridge attentively, as if his greatest expectation was to hear Professor Umbridge speak.

The other teachers couldn't hide their surprise.

Professor Snape's brows were hidden by bangs, and Professor McGonagall's mouth was the thinnest Harry had ever seen. Never before had a new teacher interrupted Professor Dumbledore. Many of the students were giggling; this woman clearly had no idea what to do at Hogwarts.