Holy Light Professor at Hogwarts

September [-], [-], was a Wednesday, the day when freshmen started school, the day when senior students returned to school, and the day when Kirk returned to his social life.

The relocation of the school hospital has been completed. The new hospital was located in a monastery south of the church. The number of beds was increased by more than ten. Madam Pomfrey also had her own office; Dumbledore also received a sum of money from the school directors. additional funds.

Everyone has a bright future, except Professor Snape.

Professor Snape walked in and out of the splendid church, like a large bat, exposed to the bright sunlight. Kirk even worried that he would suddenly die suddenly...

But it's not all without benefits. At least Professor Snape's hair is no longer so wet and greasy because it has been exposed to the sun for longer than before.

At around six o'clock in the evening, the day began to darken and the sky turned deep purple. Kirk put down the work at hand and left the church with Madam Pomfrey. They were going to the castle's auditorium to attend the freshman orientation ceremony.

Arriving at the door of Hogwarts Castle, the door was ajar. Professor McGonagall stood inside the door, still wearing her emerald green robe, holding her hands hanging in front of her, closing her eyes and concentrating.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall!"

Hearing Kirk's greetings, Professor McGonagall opened her eyes, smiled and nodded to Kirk and Madam Pomfrey: "You'd better hurry up, the first-year students will be here soon, and the dinner is about to begin."

After bidding farewell to Professor McGonagall, I took two steps and arrived at the door of the auditorium. I straightened my appearance and pushed the door open.

In the auditorium, there were four long tables arranged neatly. Above the tables, thousands of candles floating in the air illuminated the auditorium, and further up, stars twinkled on the velvety black ceiling.

There were gleaming gold plates and goblets placed on the four tables. Students from the second to seventh grades had already sat down at the long tables in their respective colleges, leaving only some seats at the front for the first-year students. The school The ghosts were also among the students, waiting for the dinner to begin.

There is another long table on the stage at the top of the auditorium, which is where the professors sit. Except for a few empty seats, professors are already seated in their respective positions.

The sound of Kirk's door opening attracted the attention of the professor and students. After a brief wave, he walked up to the stage gracefully and sat down in his own seat, far away from Professor Snape. On his left was Professor Flitwick. , on the right is the empty seat belonging to Professor McGonagall.

Madam Pomfrey sat next to Professor Sprout. They were good friends.

Most of the teachers knew Kirk's identity, but the students were very curious; walking in with Mrs. Sprout, could he be the school's new therapist?To cooperate with Madam Pomfrey's work?

It’s definitely not a new professor anyway!

Everyone thinks so. After all, according to the Daily Prophet, there is only one new professor at Hogwarts this year, the one sitting next to Professor Snape on the stage, wrapped in a scarf and exuding a strong smell of garlic. guy;

He is going to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. According to tradition, this new professor can only be appointed for one year, so everyone doesn't pay much attention to him.

But as soon as Kirk sat down, he noticed the new professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class whom he met for the first time. In addition to the strong smell of garlic, that person also gave him a very uncomfortable feeling.

Probably because he was exposed to too much black magic.

Kirk guessed that, after all, he was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and it was normal for him to have some bad things on his body. If he came to the school hospital for medical treatment, he would have to exorcise him and not let these things spread to the children.

It would be a while before the first-year students arrived, and the students chatted with each other and the professors.

Professor Snape and the new professor didn't know what they were talking about. The new professor was talking, and Professor Snape held his chin as if thinking;

Hagrid sat next to the two men but did not participate in the conversation. Instead, he squirmed around, probably because the seat beneath him was not suitable for his huge body;

Professor Flitwick was very interested in the healing technique Kirk had demonstrated. He thought it was a breakthrough in the study of charms, but little did he know that what Kirk used was not magic at all;

Professor Sybill Trelawney in the Divination class was asking Professor Sprout to talk about something, and Professor Sprout just nodded perfunctorily, spending more time with Madam Pomfrey. Talk about the maturation time of herbs;

Professor Celtic Burns from the Care of Magical Creatures class, Professor Binns from the History of Magic class, and Professor Hooch from the Flying class remained silent.

After waiting for about half a quarter of an hour, the door of the auditorium was pushed open. Professor McGonagall led the team, followed by a long line of freshmen. Everyone either looked strange or trembling nervously. They walked through the auditorium one by one and walked to the stage. Below, stand in a pile.

Little Harry was standing in the crowd, staying with a little boy with red hair and freckles on his face. When he saw Hagrid and Kirk on the stage, his nervous expression eased.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, conjuring a four-legged stool, and took a tattered pointed wizard hat from Dumbledore's hand—the one he had seen in the principal's office.

The freshmen stared at the hat, some with fear in their eyes, and the auditorium became silent.

At this moment, the hat twisted.A wide slit opened in the brim of the hat, like a mouth, and then the hat started to sing. The lyrics first praised itself, and then explained the logic of the sorting:

Those with bravery, courage, courage and generosity will be sorted into Gryffindor;

Those with integrity, loyalty, tenacity and honesty will be sorted into Hufflepuff;

Those who are shrewd, wise, wise and knowledgeable will be sorted into Ravenclaw;

Those who are cunning and cunning and will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals will be sorted into Slytherin.

Is it really just blatant discrimination?Kirk felt that the Slytherin students would not like this hat.

After finally praising himself as a thinking magic hat, the song was finally finished and the audience burst into applause. The magic hat bowed to the four long tables.Kirk clapped his hands perfunctorily. He didn't think the singing was very good.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting," she said. "Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on her hat.She sat down and paused for a moment.

"Hufflepuff!" Hat shouted.

The long table in Hufflepuff House burst into warm applause, and Professor Sprout also smiled and clapped.

Kirk was a little curious and asked Professor Flitwick sideways: "Do you think this hat is really thoughtful? Or is Principal Dumbledore manipulating it secretly?"

Dumbledore is a person who likes to keep all uncertain factors in his own hands. Take the matter of arranging Kirk to be the director of the school hospital. Kirk does not believe that this is Dumbledore's helpless choice; he I just want to bind myself, the uncertain factor, to him.

So, Kirk was deeply suspicious of letting a hat decide the sorting.