Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 270 The case is solved, everything is Senior Riddle’s fault!

There were no unexpected incidents on the Hogwarts Express this year. At most, there was a small conflict in the middle of the train——

For some reason, Ron and his two roommates, Seamus and Dean, suddenly got into a fight with Malfoy and his inseparable pair of lackeys.

No one could explain why this conflict broke out. After all, Ron had been desperately trying to stuff his fist into Malfoy's mouth.

But the students still compiled a decent version based on some clues.

When the reason came to Harry, the girl who came to gossip told Harry with great certainty that the conflict between the two parties was because Ron secretly wore women's clothes in the box to show to his roommate, but Malfoy happened to discover it.

This reason is very... outrageous, but if you think about it carefully, it seems somewhat reasonable.

All I can say is that I have my own national conditions!

However, the six of them hadn't been fighting for long when they happened to run into the Weasley twins who were selling items along the aisle.

So poor Malfoy naturally became a display of prank products, making the surrounding students extremely happy.

The fight even attracted the prefects and the Head Boy and Head Boy, and ended with Malfoy crying as he threatened to tell his father.

As time passed quickly, the Hogwarts Express finally arrived at the station.

A holiday has passed, and Hogsmeade Station is still so dilapidated.

When the train pulled into the station, the rain outside was heavier than in the morning, and it was pounding on the ground.

A familiar voice echoed on the platform:

"Freshmen! Freshmen all come here!"

Hagrid shouted, waving the pink umbrella in his hand.

This umbrella is actually very big for ordinary people, but compared with Hagrid, it looks petite and exquisite.

So Hagrid simply chose not to hold an umbrella. Anyway, the umbrella could only make his hair less wet.

Harry used Transfiguration to hold up a big umbrella, greeted Hagrid, and then led Hermione towards the direction of the Thestral carriage.

Ginny and Luna, who had not yet passed the Transfiguration Technique, trotted all the way, following closely behind their senior sister to avoid being soaked in the rain again.

After getting on the carriage, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, my clothes didn't get too wet."

"This kind of rainy day is not suitable for starting school at all, but it is suitable for lying in bed, listening to the sound of heavy rain outside, and reading interesting magic books."

Originally, Ginny kept nodding her head after listening to Hermione's words, but when she heard the last sentence, her head suddenly became stuck.

With such nice weather, shouldn't we lie in bed and play crackle cards or read novels? What the hell is reading a magic book? Is this the world of top academics?

The Yeqi carriage started. Amidst the sound of the violent wind and rain, the sound of the Thestral's hooves hitting the ground seemed extremely vague.

The carriage passed through the gate of Hogwarts with winged boar sculptures on both sides, drove along the spacious driveway, and finally stopped in front of the stone steps.

At this time, the oak door was open and filled with people.

The people behind are trying desperately to get in, while the people in front are trying hard to retreat.

Harry stood on tiptoe and looked into the foyer, finding that it had become half an underwater world.

Peeves was hovering above the hall, stretching out his translucent tongue, laughing strangely, and throwing water-filled balloons around.

But when it turned its attention to the door, preparing to shoot at the most crowded place, it suddenly saw a pair of striking green eyes behind the door.

Peeves shivered as if someone had poured cold water on his head, and his desire for mischief disappeared.

He threw the water balloon in the direction farthest from Harley, and then decisively chose to get into the wall.

This was the student that Master Bloody Barrow had specifically warned and strictly prohibited himself from messing with.

Lord Peeves is so wise that he doesn't want to die at all. It dare not offend this kind of existence!

After walking quickly into the auditorium, the place is still so majestic and brilliant.

Thousands of candles in the sky shone far brighter than they should have, reflecting the gleam of the plates and goblets on the table.

Luna walked towards the long table of Ravenclaw, and Ginny also separated from the two senior sisters. She was going to find her roommate.

After sitting down at the Gryffindor table, Hermione immediately looked at the teacher's chair.

Except for Professor McGonagall and Hagrid's seats, all other seats were full of people.

"...Wait a minute, I seemed to have missed an empty seat just now." Hermione squinted at an empty seat.

"If I remember correctly, that should be...the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's location?"

"Why is the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor vacant this year? Is it because no suitable successor has been found?"

Angelina, who had already sat down beside her, immediately followed Hermione's line of sight with interest, and then couldn't help but smack her mouth:

"Has Professor Dumbledore still not been able to find a wizard willing to take over this position?"

"It seems that this year, the betting market will finally decide the winner."

Then she caught a glimpse of the searching eyes of the two little witches, and patiently explained:

"There has been a long-standing bet at Hogwarts on when Principal Dumbledore will be unable to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"After all, the professor of this course is a disposable consumable. He has to be replaced once a year. The poor guy who replaced him is either dead or injured."

"So we have reason to believe that one day, Professor Dumbledore will not be able to find a suitable wizard willing to take over this position."

"And there has always been such a betting market in Hogwarts. Every year, someone will bet on how long this year's professor can last, and they also bet on whether next year's professor can be found."

Harley nodded, so that's it.

If you think about it carefully, it is true that because of the curse about the mysterious man that was circulated among the students, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have been changing very quickly.

In the first grade, Professor Quirrell was a dark wizard with Voldemort still attached to the back of his head.

Because he provoked Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest, poor Professor Quirrell was directly used as a sacrifice by Senior Riddle. All his life force and soul were absorbed, and in the end not even a complete body was left;

In his second year, Professor Lockhart was a liar who used his diary to control students to release basilisks and cause attacks.

As a result, he was mentally induced by Senior Riddle, and was eventually killed directly by himself. He was also named the heir of Slytherin by the Ministry of Magic, and took all the blame;

The true identity of third-year Professor Lupine is a werewolf. At the end of the semester, he, Sirius and himself went to Senior Riddle's cave and inexplicably turned into a werewolf.

Just in case, to avoid hurting the students, he took the initiative to resign...

and many more!

The more Harry recalled it, the more he felt something was wrong, and finally his expression changed.

Why does the resignation of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year have something to do with him?

Two of them resigned passively for their own reasons, and the other one also chose to resign because he had a minor accident during an extracurricular activity with him.

Harley thought about it seriously and thought it was just a coincidence.

After all, before I came here, I had to consume a Defense Against Dark Arts professor every year, which definitely had nothing to do with me.

Inferring from this, the professor in the past three years just happened to bump into his head, and it was definitely not his fault!

Moreover, I have been so good in the past three years. I have never violated school rules and disciplines. I attend class seriously every day and I am so friendly to my classmates and teachers. I am a perfect model student!

A reasonable analysis shows that every time something goes wrong, he and Senior Riddle appear, but he has no problem.

The case is solved, it's all Senior Riddle's fault!

Angelina and Hermione on the side discussed the possible new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year for a while, then turned to look at Harry:

"Harry, do you know who is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year?"

"Wood has graduated, so it stands to reason that the captain of the team should choose one of us."

"But I have already asked Aaliyah and Katie, and we are not the captain."

"It's impossible for Professor McGonagall to choose the Weasley twins, right? I think Professor McGonagall is very aware of their personalities that are not suitable for being captains."

Saying that, Angelina looked at Harry expectantly,

"So, Harley, are you the captain this year? You have carried so much in the past three years, and we all think you are qualified to be the captain."

"Unfortunately," Harley came back from her thoughts and spread her hands, "This captain is not me either."

"Weird." Angelina combed her hair with her fingers, her face full of confusion.

"Is Professor McGonagall too busy with work, so she forgot about this?"

"No, I have to remind her tomorrow."

Angelina wanted to say something else, but the door to the auditorium suddenly opened.

Everyone immediately fell silent and watched Professor McGonagall leading a long row of first-year students to the front of the auditorium.

I have to say, these poor little wizards definitely enjoyed the most unforgettable start to school.

Spending time in the Black Lake in such stormy weather... tsk tsk tsk, it feels very uncomfortable no matter how I think about it.

Judging from the way they were all soaked, it seemed as if they didn't cross the Black Lake by boat like Harry did back then, but swam over forcefully.

Professor McGonagall skillfully took out the old triangular bench and placed it in the open space at the front of the auditorium.

The patched Sorting Hat also appeared on the chair, and the dust accumulated on it looked thicker.

This made the little wizards panic at first, and Harry even heard the frightened voice of a little witch:

"Our entrance test won't be to wash this hat off, right? Is it so difficult?"

It was not until Professor McGonagall finished explaining the sorting method that the little wizards breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to complain about their parents, brothers and sisters.

Professor McGonagall's sorting was very efficient, and with Kevin Whitby being sorted into Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony officially ended.

Professor Dumbledore stood up from the teacher's chair, waved his wand, and the opening dinner officially began.

Today's dinner was very sumptuous, and Harry guessed that it was a preview of some of the events to come——

There were many foreign dishes on the table, and Harry recognized several French and German dishes.

However, the famous German beer did not appear on the table, which made Hallie a little regretful.

After enjoying the fruits of the Brazilian rainforest, Professor Dumbledore waved his magic wand, and the plate became clean and sparkling again.

He stood up and cleared his throat.

The entire auditorium fell silent for a moment, leaving only the sound of the howling wind and the patter of rain outside the auditorium.

"Okay, I think everyone has eaten and drank enough." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Then I hope everyone can listen to me, an old man, announce some important news."

Afterwards, Professor Dumbledore began to talk about the common security issues.

After hearing that the canary biscuits they invented were also listed as contraband by Filch, the Weasley twins let out a wail.

Filch has increased the list of prohibited items to 437 items. Isn't this purely targeting them?

"How could we, an innocent hawker doing business, be targeted by him?" Fred muttered in a low voice.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting upright at the teacher's desk, seemed to have noticed the two people's unusual behavior and gave the Weasley twins a fierce look.

However, out of respect for Professor Dumbledore, she did not do anything.

"...Finally, I want to regret to tell you..." The smile on Professor Dumbledore's face became even wider.

He was about to announce an important topic when the door of the auditorium suddenly burst open with a deafening thunder.

A man appeared at the door of the auditorium, holding a long cane.

The man was wearing a dark black traveling cloak, which exuded weak magical fluctuations.

He is not tall, but he looks very burly.

The man casually took off the hood that covered his head tightly and shook his long gray hair.

A flash of lightning flashed outside the door, and the bright light for that moment reflected the man's face extremely clearly.

It was a very rare face, as if human features were carved out of a piece of completely rotten wood.

Moreover, this carver is probably an apprentice or a poor craftsman. He only has a vague concept of human faces and is very unfamiliar with the use of carving knives——

The face was pitted and full of scars, the mouth was like a big crooked hole, and the nose where it should have been raised had disappeared.

The most impressive thing were his eyes.

The man's left eye is small and black, shining against the night behind him; while his right eye is very large, as round as a coin, and the whole eye is a bright bright blue.

The blue eye kept moving without blinking, and had no connection with the movements of the other normal eye.

That's a magic eye.

And this is a face that has been through war.

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)