94 hp Diagon Alley

The female Auror was smiling and winking at her, but she stopped smiling after looking around for a week.

"Gwen, Harry wasn't with you?" She walked up to Gwen and asked in a low voice.

Gwen felt bad, the six or seven of them were almost the last students to walk out of the platform, and hurriedly told Tonks that she hadn't seen Harry since lunch.

Tonks' gray hair was starting to turn red at the roots when something in the nearby shadows flickered, startling Gwen and Ginny.

"You go in first, girls." Tonks pushed them towards the castle, then put on his hood, pulled a wand from his sleeve, and slipped quietly through the half-open school gate.

Ginny made up her mind to wait for news from Harry here, and Ron and Hermione led the freshmen into the auditorium early because of their prefect responsibilities.When Gwen was struggling with what to do, she felt hairs running down her back. She turned her head abruptly and saw Professor Snape stepping out of the shadows.

"What are you still doing standing here?" His slow voice was like a poisonous snake slithering across the ground, "Are you planning to take the train home directly? I have no objection..."

Ginny kept her mouth tightly shut, and Gwen subconsciously glanced at her suitcase - which contained Dumbledore's custom-made fake wand.

"You should be thankful that school hasn't started yet, otherwise I would deduct ten points from each of you." Snape said coldly, "What kind of eyes are you, Ollivander?"

Ginny wanted to fight for Gwen, after all, in her opinion, Gwen did nothing, it was purely Snape's provocation.

At this time, Aurord Lux ​​was checking the luggage of the students with Filch, and Malfoy had an argument with them as soon as Malfoy's exquisite and expensive suitcase was opened.Gwen looked that way because the next suitcase to be checked was hers.Aurors will inevitably unpack every piece of luggage, and if they find themselves bringing two wands to school, it will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble-because Dumbledore told Gwen not to let anyone know about it .Mr. Aurora Rodriguez, as far as Gwen knew, should not be a friend of the Order of the Phoenix.

Fortunately, Snape seemed to react faster than her, and he stood in front of Malfoy in one stride.

"What's this stick for?" Filch asked.

"It's not a stick, it's a cane, idiot," Malfoy said impatiently.

"Then why are you carrying this cane?" Filch pressed on. "I suspect this could be used in an attack..."

"It's all right, Mr. Filch," Snape said. "I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy snatched back the cane, and did not flatter his beloved Headmaster as usual.

Before Gwen could find it strange, Professor Snape's gloomy gaze and sneering sneer passed in her direction, "On the contrary, I think this luggage is more suspicious." He said in front of Dawlish and Filch Quickly opened Gwen's box, waved his magic wand, and a box of candies with a big W letter fell out of it.

Snape clicked his tongue twice, "Skipping candy with special effects, contraband. Does your grade allow you to skip class, Ollivander?" Then he shoved Gwen's suitcase into her arms, "Go to me on Monday The office is locked down."

Like an honest sparrow, Gwen agreed obediently, and ran away with her luggage and Ginny with her head down.

"What's the matter with you?" Ginny couldn't help asking. "Fred and George have at least eighty ways to hide their products."

"Innocent girl." Gwen said with a calm face, "Skipping candy is just a cover-up, give them a handle so that other things can pass smoothly - a dozen Peruvian stealth smoke/fog/bombs are hidden under my sweater , isn’t this brought in by me well?”

Ginny smacked her lips, walked to the Gryffindor long table, and sat opposite Hermione. "The price is a day of confinement."

"Think about it, Ginny." Gwen also sat down in her seat and snatched a beautifully fried egg from Katie's plate. "Since seeing a living brain in the Ministry of Magic, there is no magic The medicinal ingredients can scare me. Speaking of which, who of you know what those brains are?"

With his mouth full, Ron stretched his neck and swallowed hard. Hermione didn't seem to have eaten at all. She spoke quickly: "I don't know, Gwen. I checked a lot of information during the holidays, but there was no result."

After finishing speaking, she frowned and stared at Ron who was eating with gusto, then suddenly picked up the not-so-thin book on her lap, and hit Ron hard on the back: "Can you stop eating? Your buddy is gone!"

"Hey!" Ron yelled in pain, "Please look back, little madman."

Harry hurried in from the door of the Great Hall in embarrassment.

"There's blood on his face, why is he always wounded?" Ginny also looked back.

Ron became serious. "Looks like his own blood."

Gwen glanced back, and Gryffindor suddenly lost a lot of gems.

Harry sat down across from his two best friends.Ron asked anxiously, "Where have you been - what happened?"

"Let's talk about it later." Harry held the plate full of meat that Ron had left for him - the highest friendship in Gwen's view - and held it in front of him.

Hermione raised her wand and said to Harry's face, "Whirlwind clean!" The dry scabs were sucked away.

Ginny took out a handkerchief out of nowhere and helped Harry wipe off the remaining blood.

"You didn't even change into your robes?" Gwen gasped.

"Forget it." Harry finished eating a piece of lamb chops, panted, and imitated Snape's low and sarcastic tone, "Gryffindor deducted fifty points for being late. Also, let me think about it." , another twenty points for wearing Muggle clothes. I don't think there's a house that's had points deducted so early in term—before dessert was served. You probably set a record, Bo special."

Gwen and Ginny looked at each other and decided not to tell Harry tacitly that Snape had served the starter for the start-of-term dinner only for him.

"Did you see Snape? How could that be?" Ron asked when he saw Harry came back to relax and was devouring the cake.

"Just in time for him," said Harry vaguely.

At that moment, Dumbledore stood up behind the staff table, and the chatter and laughter that echoed in the Great Hall died down almost immediately.

"Good evening everyone!" he said, smiling kindly, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire auditorium.

"His hand still not healed?" Hermione asked in amazement.

She wasn't alone in noticing this.Dumbledore's right index finger was still as charred and lifeless as it had been at the end of last term.There was a murmur in the auditorium.Dumbledore knew what everyone was talking about, and he just smiled, shaking his purple and gold sleeve to cover the injured hand.

"Don't worry." He said lightly, "Okay... New students, welcome to enroll; old students, welcome back to school! What awaits you is the magic education of the new school year——"

"The hand looks dead," said Hermione with a distressed expression on her face. "Some wounds never heal...ancient spells...and some potions have no cure..."

"—Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone that students are absolutely prohibited from bringing any joke products purchased from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes this year." Gwen pinched her mouth and smiled secretly.

"This year, we are delighted to have a new faculty member. Professor Slughorn," Slughorn said, standing up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, his belly in his vest A large shadow was cast on the table. "It's a former colleague of mine who agreed to return to his old job as Potions teacher."

"Potions?" The word echoed throughout the hall, and everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong.

"Potions!" said Ron and Hermione in unison, both turning their heads to stare at Harry at the same time, "but you said—"

"Meanwhile, Professor Snape," Dumbledore raised his voice over the discussion, "will be the teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"No!" Harry's voice was so loud that many heads were turned in his direction.But he didn't care, he just glared angrily at the staff table.How did it end up giving Snape the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching job?Didn't everyone know over the years that Dumbledore didn't believe he was up to the job?

"But, Harry, you said Slughorn was going to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!" said Hermione.

"I thought it was him!" said Harry.He tried desperately to remember when Dumbledore had told him that, but, thinking about it now, he could not remember Dumbledore telling him which class Slughorn was going to teach.

Snape sat on Dumbledore's right, and he didn't stand up when he heard Dumbledore mention his name, he just lazily raised a hand to indicate that he heard the applause at the Slytherin table , there was a smug look of joy on that face.

"Well, there's a good thing about it," said Harry through gritted teeth. "Snape will be gone in less than a year."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"That job is jinxed. No one lasts more than a year..."

"Harry!" Hermione reproached, terrified.

"A sweet reminder, you have to go to Bat's new office for detention." Ginny whispered to Gwen.

Gwen forced a smile, for Dumbledore