This Hogwarts is not normal

At the end of March, Dumbledore called a meeting.

All employees, including Filch, had to participate.

The layout of the principal's office has changed, becoming a large room with only round tables and benches.

Hagrid came first, and got in without stooping.

"You're always the first to arrive, Hagrid."

He sat shyly on the right side, "Several naughty students haven't come out much recently, I can sleep eight hours a day now."

Dumbledore smiled and looked towards the door, "Severus, how has your sleep quality been lately?"

"Not bad." Snape sat on the left with an extremely unnatural expression.

Bats - the Potions professor's office hadn't been invaded, and the Slytherin dormitory was peaceful.

Even if he doesn't want to believe it, he has to accept a very speechless fact.

If the black swan doesn't cause trouble, it means that the six little ones don't cause trouble.

Accept it, he will not admit it easily.

Meg and Mrs. Hooch came together.

Although they all had stern faces, anyone who saw them knew that they were in a good mood.

McGonagall sat across from Snape, only a bench away from Hagrid.

Dumbledore asked without hesitation: "Minerva, I rarely see you happy like this."

"It's a great thing." She smiled at Snape, "The editor of Transfiguration Today replied yesterday.

He said that Vincent's thesis is very valuable for reference, and he intends to publish it next month. "

Her restless little hands made Snape's face turn pale.

"I knew he could do it!" laughed Hagrid.

"That day he conjured up Gwent cards with twigs, and the finished product was exactly the same as that made by the senior students."

Before Flitwick entered the door, he heard laughter from inside.

He sat quietly beside Snape, smiling silently.

Almost all professors have read Vincent's small paper.

It's all rigorous data analysis, which can make little wizards more aware of their level of transfiguration.

Ten times is the level that normal wizards can achieve, and every small point after that is the best explanation of the skills.

Mag, who is infinitely close to eleven times, is already a top existence in the magic world.

Dumbledore, who was in his early fifteenth, scared the editor-in-chief of "Transfiguration Today".

All wizards knew he was strong, and now finally there were concrete statistics rather than concepts.

"Albus, I plan to instruct him in body transformation next semester."

"So soon? I thought you'd wait until he was in third grade."

McGonagall looked at Snape again, "He said alchemy helped a lot, allowing him to control mana more delicately."

Both Flitwick and Sprout, who had just entered, were quietly giggling.

With such "humorous" words, there was only one person in the room with a dark face.

He is the youngest professor in the history of Hogwarts,

Leading the Academy to win the Academy Cup for six consecutive years,

Now he is the dual professor of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts,

Severus Snape.

He brushed his long hair with a chill all over his body, and watched Mag's compliments one after another with cold eyes.

Ravenclaw students have good grades, most of them are either "O" or "E".

Hufflepuff turned out to be bottom of the pack, and one Rolfgar Cedric changed the situation.

There are very few Gryffindors who love learning, but this year, a master and god of learning suddenly appeared.

Slytherin is completely crap.

Higgs, who went up to the seventh grade, and Draco, who went down to the first grade, didn't add up enough to fight.

Snape, who became more and more irritable, had an inexplicable aura that was colder than Professor Binns who was a ghost.

Flitwick, who was sitting next to him, couldn't laugh anymore.

Summer is almost here, and it's literally torturing.

Such a polarizing scene that only Trelawney can break.

She dazedly swayed to the side of Meg, and her whole body fell limply.

Hagrid hastily pulled out the bench and let her lie on it firmly.

"Sybil, are you still drunk?" Mag's face was very ugly.

"Yes—no, all of this is an arrangement of fate!"

Trelawney cocked her neck, staring blankly at Sinista and Babling as they settled down.

one two three four five six seven……

Counting the three professors and two administrators who have not yet arrived, the huge Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft has only sixteen official employees.

House-elves are temporary workers, the kind that even the headmaster can't fire.

She twisted her neck stiffly and looked at a professor with a double salary with a bad look.

"Severus, my Celestial Eye tells me that you are about to face a terrible curse."

Snape didn't even bother to hum.

Trelawney did have real skills, but she just had to listen to them when she was still sober.

No one, including Mag, took this prophecy seriously.

Only Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

The new professor has to be identified as soon as possible.

It didn't take long for Victor and Bubbaji, Mrs. Filch and Mrs. Pince to sit down, and the last Kettleburn finally arrived.

His head was wrapped with a large circle of gauze, and the outermost blood scab was quite light in color, probably not long after the injury.

"Sylvanus, what's wrong with you?"

"No—nothing."

Seeing his hesitations, Dumbledore didn't ask any more questions.

Kettleburn is getting old, and it is normal to have some accidents with missing arms and legs.

This old man is probably going to retire soon.

Hey, wait-

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class couldn't recruit people, but it was because the position was evil enough.

As long as you promise to work for a full year, you can immediately transfer to the protection of magical animals...

The most suitable candidate popped up in Dumbledore's mind instantly.

He has fought against Gellert Grindelwald many times,

He is also a well-known magizoologist in the world of magic,

My grandson is still studying at school,

All textbooks are written by him.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is none other than Newt Scamander!

At worst, he taught last semester, and Snape taught next semester~

When everyone was present, Dumbledore, who had untied the knot in his heart, went straight to the point.

"Mr. Wayne is going to organize students to go on an outing in the Forbidden Forest. I think everyone knows about it?"

Snape grimaced, trying to express his disapproval.

There is no way, the official rank crushes people to death.

There is a high probability that democratic voting will not work.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly at him, "I think this is a good opportunity for students to enrich their knowledge of survival in the wild."

"All the students—" McGonagall took off the square glasses, "Albus, I personally agree unconditionally."

Both the principal and the vice-principals had spoken, and Flitwick and Sprout immediately nodded in agreement.

"I object!"

Trelawney shook her heavy head, "My third eye tells me that a student will disappear because of this."

"Where is it missing?"

"Er—on the edge of the Black Lake."

McGonagall tightened her lips, "Vincent's chosen outing location is the Forbidden Forest."

"It's all the same!" Trelawney screamed loudly: "His experience is too miserable, and this accident will affect his whole life!"

Even if it was a relatively less dire prediction, everyone present was unwilling to believe it was true.

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