Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Did you hear me clearly?"

"Understand..."

The sparse voices revealed that the freshmen were absent-minded, and Wang Xuebin didn't care about it. The speeches were all prepared by Professor McGonagall, and he just finished the task.

Turning his head, he looked at Lily Evans who looked around curiously and excitedly, and then at Snape, who always seemed to be owed him a thousand and eight hundred Galleons, shook his head slightly, and took out the pocket watch in his pocket. .

'nail~'

A crisp bell rang throughout the auditorium, and the pointer of the pocket watch accurately pointed to eight o'clock.

"Okay, students, be quiet, we are going in!"

Looking at the restless students, Wang Xuebin stretched out his hand and pushed open the two heavy doors of the auditorium. When the doors opened, a magical magical world opened up to the freshmen, and she took off her mysterious clothes...

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The door opened, whether it was the professors at the concierge table or the senior students of the four colleges, they all stopped talking and focused on the incoming freshmen!

Wang Xuebin looked up and saw that Dumbledore was sitting in the middle of the concierge table, patting the back of his left hand with his right hand, expressing his welcome to the new students.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin nodded slightly, said hello, turned around, and took out a list with the names of the new students.

"Students in the first grade, the person whose name I have called comes to this seat in front of the concierge and sits down. I will use the sorting hat to sort you into different schools. I decide..."

Before Wang Xuebin finished speaking, he was interrupted by a very strange voice. He turned his head and saw that the Sorting Hat, which had been held back for a year, could not wait any longer.

With a pointed top and round brim, the folds of the hat formed the appearance of a human face, and the dirty voice was not very pleasant. He sang out of tune with a voice like sandpaper.

"Don't look at me as just a hat, the wisdom of the Big Four made me, no matter which college you are suitable for, I can distinguish you..."

The Sorting Hat sang while twisting its bloated body. Dumbledore, who was sitting in the concierge seat, showed a hint of disgust.

It's understandable when you think about it, the lyrics of the hat are different every year, and it stays in the principal's office all the time except when it's sorting. In this way, only he knows how many times Dumbledore has heard this ugly song ...

"Open your mind to me and show me where you belong (Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin~~~)"

After shaking the final high-pitched voice, the Sorting Hat finally stopped. Wang Xuebin on the side was slightly relieved, quickly raised the parchment, and read the name.

"Hannah... Hannah Abbott?"

Just when Wang Xuebin felt outrageous for the Hannah with the same name, a house elf wearing an apron with the Hogwarts logo suddenly appeared beside Dumbledore.

The little elf looked at the students with a look of panic, summoned up his courage, pulled Dumbledore's clothes, and whispered something to him.

In just an instant, Dumbledore's face turned ugly.

"Respect...Dear Professor Dumbledore...Mr. Hagrid asked me to inform you urgently that Mr. Moody wrote that the leader of the Death Eaters had publicly declared war on the Ministry of Magic..."

Chapter 476 An Unusual Opening Dinner

"Minerva!"

In the concierge table, Dumbledore, with an ugly face, patted Professor McGonagall who was applauding the little wizards assigned to Gryffindor, and leaned into her ear, and said seriously:

"I'm sorry, today's opening speech must be delivered by you..."

"what?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall turned his head in surprise, looked at him in disbelief, and asked in a daze:

"Hogwarts has no such precedent..."

"It's available from today!"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, without waiting for Professor McGonagall to refute, he stood up, patted Professor McGonagall on the shoulder, and left the auditorium quickly under the eyes of all the teachers and students.

"Severus Snape!"

Whether it was the elf's words just now, or the whispers of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, Wang Xuebin listened to them all, and naturally understood why Dumbledore left in a hurry.

But no matter what, the most important thing right now is to assign a college to the little wizard. As for other things, it won't be too late to talk about them after they are sorted.

"Of course...Slytherin!"

The sparse applause showed the absent-mindedness of the students.

Although no one mentioned it, Dumbledore had already left a deep imprint on Hogwarts and became the spiritual pillar of the teachers and students of the whole school.

His every move, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy affect the teachers and students of the school all the time. Therefore, when Dumbledore left in a hurry with an ugly face, everyone's interest seemed to leave with him.

For a while, the originally noisy auditorium gradually became desolate...

"...Lily Evans"

A girl with brown-red long hair ran forward in small steps, with a look of grievance mixed with it, and sat on the bench in front of the concierge table.

Wang Xuebin stood aside, slipping the tip of the sorting hat in his hand, covering Lily's carefully groomed hair with the dirty sorting hat.

"...Professor, why did Principal Dumbledore leave? Is it because of the offensive words my mother said before, which caused the principal's dissatisfaction. I..."

"Don't think about it, boy, Dumbledore is not a person who will care about children. I have known him since he was a professor of Transfiguration, believe me..."

"Okay, Sorting Hat, hurry up and perform your duties and assign this child a suitable college for her. It's getting late."

As Wang Xuebin said, he stretched out his hand and flicked the dusty brim of his hat, splashing a round of smoke.

"Oh~~ You bad bastard, I knew it, you've been planning this day for a long time..."

"Are you talking nonsense again?"

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, bent his fingers again, and shook back and forth at the eyes of the Sorting Hat, threatening.

"I...uh...I mean...Gryffindor!!!"

Under the threat of Wang Xuebin's strength, the Sorting Hat chose not to care about this reckless man. He is a noble sorting hat, the crystallization of the wisdom of the Big Four, who fights and kills, but the sword of Gryffindor Goods expertise...

'Wow whoop...'

Although the professors were worried about Dumbledore's behavior, they still didn't forget to welcome the freshmen of the good college.

It's just that looking at their absent-minded expressions, it's obvious that their minds are not here.

"...Okay, the departure of Headmaster Dumbledore has nothing to do with you, hurry back to the long table in Gryffindor and prepare for the dinner later..."

He took off the sorting hat, lightly stroked Lily's head, patted her on the shoulder, and signaled her to return to her seat quickly.

"Next, Frank Longbottom..."

In the present world, there are no detailed records about Voldemort's first wizarding war, so Wang Xuebin has no way of guessing about Voldemort's movements.

But what is certain is that once Voldemort declares war, the next ten years will be the craziest decade for Death Eaters.

Wang Xuebin was thinking, and looked up at the rows of Death Eaters sitting on the long Slytherin table.

Lucius Malfoy, who has just become a senior, is proud of himself.

Bellatrix Lestrange, who was assigned to Sirius of Gryffindor, was looking with disdain and disgust.

Looking sullenly at James Potter's Severus Snape, who wanted to pull Lily Evans' long brown-red hair, but was stopped by Remus Lupine...

There are all kinds of living beings, not one and the same.

"It's so lively..."

"... I hope all the freshmen of the college have a fulfilling and wonderful time at Hogwarts, let's have a meal...

After the meal, the prefects of each college led the students of each college to return to their common room in an orderly manner, take an early rest, and welcome tomorrow's class!

I don't want to see some college students deduct points for not obeying the order on the first day of school, so please obey the prefect's arrangement and don't let your energy go. Thank you! "

Professor McGonagall shrunk the original speech again and again, and simply talked about the ban of the new semester, then turned to look at the professors of each college, nodded, and turned away as well.

Professor McGonagall knows very well Dumbledore, who has worked with her for many years. If something terrible happened, Dumbledore would never have made such an impolite behavior in front of the students. of.

At this time, as Dumbledore's most steadfast comrade-in-arms, she must figure out what happened.

So, in the eyes of all the students looking at each other, Professor McGonagall, like Dumbledore just now, left the grand auditorium quickly.

"Okay, students, after a long day's journey, let's start eating!"

After Professor McGonagall left, the short Professor Flitwick took over her job, drew out his wand, and tapped his goblet lightly.

In the blink of an eye, all kinds of barbecue, pies, soups, and drinks filled the four long tables.

"Eat it!"

Professor Flitwick stood on his custom-made booster seat, waving the wand in his hand like a baton.

"Students, don't worry, let's eat and sing, who can sing the Hogwarts school song, let's sing together..."

"...Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us, whether we are bald old men, or children with a broken knee..."

With Professor Flitwick's efforts, the atmosphere in the auditorium finally became active again. The rest of the professors, including Wang Xuebin, looked at each other, nodded, and got up and quietly evacuated from one side.

In the end, except for Professor Slughorn and Professor Flitwick who stayed in the auditorium to look after the students, there was no one else in the concierge!

And this day also left a strong mark in the school history of Hogwarts.

'September [-], [-], the day when the Dark Lord first rose to declare war, Hogwarts experienced the most special opening dinner in history, and all the teachers and students went through a difficult time in a panic atmosphere night.

However, the teachers and students of Hogwarts will not know that this kind of night is just the beginning...'

Chapter 477 Bad Situation and Entrustment

The principal's office was originally supposed to be the principal's office, but now it has become a gathering place for professors.

In the office, except for Professor Flitwick and Professor Slughorn who stayed in the auditorium to maintain order, the rest of the professors all came here by coincidence.

"...how is the situation now?"

"All I can say is, it's bad, very bad...

The guy who called himself Voldemort didn't know when he got involved with a group of dark magic creatures like werewolves and vampires, and carried out terrorist attacks in many areas simultaneously, and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic couldn't take care of them at all.

Twelve of the 120 fellows sacrificed, and even the chief of the office has unfortunately died! "

In the fireplace of the principal's office, Alastor Moody, the best striker in Auror's office, was telling Dumbledore the bad news through the temporary Floo network.

"...does Secretary Jenkins have any plans or decisions?"

"Hey, don't mention it, until now she still has the intention of peacefully negotiating to resolve the war dispute, she is simply stupid..."

For this minister, Moody really looked down upon him. Originally, he thought that this woman was indecisive and didn't have any opinions at all. Now that she's fine, her weak nature is even more exposed...

He even wondered if this minister was simply an insider of the Death Eaters, otherwise how could he be so stupid as to negotiate a settlement...

"...Phew, forget it, let's not talk about her, I will get angry when I talk about her..."

In the fireplace burning with dark green flames, a human face made of flames exhaled heavily, spewing out a bunch of sparks.

In the office, a group of professors gathered around the fireplace, some were frowning in thought, some were flipping through the newspapers and letters that had just been sent to Hogwarts, the whole room could hear no other sound except the sound of breathing.

"...Alastor, do you have any good news to share? Any good news will do!"

Dumbledore watched the solemn faces of the professors in the office one by one, and couldn't help but see that Moody was half joking, half serious asking, not for anything else, even if it was to boost the morale of the army a little.

"I'm still alive, I don't know if this counts? For me, this is the only good news..."

Hearing this, Dumbledore, who originally planned to ease the atmosphere, fell silent again.

"...Well, of course, this is the biggest good news I've heard this year..."

"...Okay, alright, Dumbledore, no more talking, I have to go to Harlant's Corner in a while, and a guy reported that the Dark Mark was also found there..."

"Okay... Alastor, be careful..."

"It's okay... I'm more cautious than anyone else..."

The human face made of dark green flames nodded slightly, and just about to leave, suddenly paused, as if thinking of something again.

"By the way...Dumbledore..."

"what?"

"Be careful, there are traitors in the Ministry of Magic, don't trust anyone including me..."

As soon as Moody's words fell, the atmosphere in the principal's office suddenly froze. The Ministry of Magic, the core authority of the wizarding world, if they can't even trust the Ministry of Magic, who can they rely on...

"...I see..."

Silence, extremely depressive silence, until the dark green flames in the fireplace dissipated, Dumbledore slowly spit out the last few words:

"...I will be careful..."

In just a few hours, the flames of war endangered the whole of Britain, the Ministry of Magic was shut down, and the Aurors were overloaded. Such a crisis is definitely not as simple as a small fight.

Although Dumbledore had a faint premonition about this, but when the war came, he still felt a little caught off guard.