Hogwarts Archmage

Voldemort died, but Hogsmeade did not lose a large number of people, and even the expected small wave of moving houses did not usher in.

Firstly, the future policy of Walder, the newly promoted wizard hero, is actually very clear, which is to contact and integrate with the Muggle world. At this time, it is not a wise choice to rashly leave the group and run back to hide in seclusion.

Secondly, this group of wizards who were used to staying in the wilderness accidentally discovered that it seemed good to have everyone gather together.

Most people just went back to their hometown to pack up their things and then came back. Only some elderly people or those with estates and other properties moved away completely.

However, the law of human development since ancient times has destined one thing. After all, the property owners are only a minority.

The large number of remaining people may have no way or idea to leave here because of convenience or because they are bound by work.

In fact, not only this group of wizards, but even Beauxbatons has no intention of moving back. This is not because Principal Maxim is fond of the new and dislikes the old, it is simply because France and the surrounding areas are completely blank, and there is no way to recruit students back...

She also specifically discussed the distribution of students with Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, and finally decided on one thing: the new students would be distributed according to their ancestral home. As for the students who were not originally within the scope of the two schools, let the parents of the students decide on their own. choose.

After everything was discussed, she borrowed Fawkes from Dumbledore and went back to completely seal up the original site of the school.

Nicolas Flamel also visited the new campus and donated a large sum of money to Beauxbatons...

This time I donated a lot.

He only left some of the remaining living expenses for himself and his wife, and donated the rest to Beauxbatons. No one could imagine how much wealth an extremely good alchemist master could accumulate in hundreds of years. Anyway, Hagrid is back. Said that Maxim was talking about a lot of money even when he was sleeping...

Walder said that after the Ministry of Magic moves here, he plans to change the name of Hogsmeade, such as changing the village behind to a town or something.

This place really can't be called a village. Marn once made a rough estimate. Since wizards don't like to live in high-rise buildings and everyone lives in two-and-a-half-story buildings, the total area of ​​this place is actually no larger than that of some small cities. Level units are small, like a very large town.

The specific name is a matter for adult wizards. Now Ma En's top priority is to start school...

He called all the students of Firebird Academy together and "terrorized" them.

but…

"It's no use at all," Margaery said to Hermione as she fell behind. "When Marne was scaring them, most of the children were thinking about what to eat in the auditorium after class and where to play after class in the evening. "

Ma En turned his head and said helplessly: "I know it's useless, but we can't just let them develop arbitrarily... Firebird Academy has lost more than 100 points, and we are about to leave Hogwarts... There is nothing we can do about it. Tube."

"Then don't worry," Hermione said.

"No matter what, I wanted to step down as the interim dean, so I went to see Dumbledore. Dumbledore said that Professor McGonagall has the final say now, so I went to Professor McGonagall again. Professor McGonagall said that I should ask Professor Dumbledore for his opinion. … It took me four or five trips to realize it, but they just didn’t agree and were unwilling to say it clearly… I think I’m about to become the first dean who will always have negative scores in the entire college in his career.”

When talking about this, Marne felt a little sad. He felt that he was going to create a new chapter of Hogwarts' school history.

It feels like there is a huge pillar of shame in front of you, with several people behind you looking at you with nails and hammers, but your hands and feet are tied, and you have no choice but to watch them nail you. Go up.

"wrong."

Esther suddenly said something, and Ma En turned his head and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

"It's not very likely, it's a certainty."

"?" Hermione looked over with some confusion. Esther said a Chinese word, but she didn't understand it.

Ma En looked blank. He really didn't want to explain it again and add some salt to himself.

Margery actually didn't understand, but she could guess.

He pulled Hermione aside and told her a little bit about his guess. The two of them didn't come back, so they didn't know what they were talking about.

"What nonsense are they talking about together every day? Why do I feel that the two of them seem to have a lot of secrets since Margaery went to live with Hermione." After Ma En glanced at the two of them from a distance, he turned back to talk to Ai Ste said.

Esther actually knew that it was all about the potion, but she didn't say much. Instead, she shook her head and said with a smile: "There are always a lot of little secrets between girls. You have to adapt to it."

"What about you?" Ma En raised his eyebrows and asked a little funny.

"Well...you know everything you should know anyway."

"What about the things you shouldn't know?"

"What's the use of knowing what you shouldn't know?"

Ma En thought for a while and felt that it really seemed a little unreasonable.

"I'll take you to the ditch sooner or later."

"Maybe it's in the ditch already."

The two were talking in Chinese. From a certain perspective, Esther was actually a different kind of genius. As long as she needed it, she could always learn it quickly and apply what she learned, and she used it very well.

Margaery, who had already rushed over this time, couldn't guess it either. Indo-European and Sino-Tibetan languages ​​had basically no connection, and there was no context. Guessing the meaning purely by looking at faces was basically like dreaming.

The four of them walked back to the Black Tea House laughing and joking. As soon as they climbed up the steps of the enclave, they found Professor McGonagall already waiting for them here.

Ma En patted Esther's arm, let go and took a step forward:

"Professor, what are you doing?"

McGonagall took out a stack of forms and handed them over: "This afternoon we are going to interview some people to replace the three ladies. After you leave, we need faculty members to take over their positions. The deans are very busy, and they have to take care of both at the same time. Classes for seven years are too tiring.”

Esther, who was next to him, stepped forward to take it and smiled: "Then let's go back and take a look first. I'll come over to you after lunch break in the afternoon."

Mag shook his head: "That's not necessary. You can just go directly to that ugly stone house before three o'clock. We will do the interview there."

"Ugly stone house?"

The professor looked at Ma En and sighed: "It's the screaming shack you demolished and rebuilt. Don't tell me you don't know what it's called now."

"This...I thought it had been abandoned a long time ago, but I didn't expect that it is still in use, and the name hasn't even been changed."

"It's been in use. It's just that after Voldemort died a few days ago, I asked someone to decorate it a little. It's really too crude."