The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Hogwarts Express has fewer passengers than usual, but the number of new students this year has not decreased but increased.

Such an abnormal phenomenon is of course affected by the current situation.

Hogwarts has not always been able to recruit as many students as it is not the only educational institution in the British Isles. Many small educational institutions are also enrolling students. There are many small-scale magic schools all over the world. Their common feature is that their addresses are erratic. where to take.

In addition, some traditional wizards will choose family education or master-apprentice education. Before the establishment of Hogwarts, this teaching mode was the mainstream in the British Isles. It is precisely because of Hogwarts' strong teaching staff that wizards can be attracted to send their children to study here.

But there is another important reason, which is also the biggest advantage of a large magic school like Hogwarts, and that is safety. All the magic schools with a long history have experienced wizard wars, stood firm in the turbulent times, and defended the students and the truth.

Hogwarts has been hailed as the safest place in the world - even though we all know it isn't - so not only because of Dumbledore, but also because wizards recognize the history of the school.

The more precarious the era, the brighter the flame of Hogwarts, attracting more students to study.

Dumbledore never refused. Just as the school is expanding this year, there will be enough dormitories to accommodate all new students. There is no point in building a school any bigger if there are not enough students.

The welcome ceremony is still a fixed process. The freshmen put on the sorting hat one by one, and then sit at the long table. Before the dinner begins, the headmaster usually makes a speech.

Dumbledore is a very considerate old man. This year's sorting ceremony was very long, and the children were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. He stood up and had only one sentence: "Welcome to Hogwarts, let the feast begin!"

He waved his hand, and there was a downpour of delicious food on the four empty long tables. In September, the northern part of England was already a bit cold. Before entering the castle, the junior students were shivering from the cold, and when their hands and feet warmed up, their stomachs were growling again. There is nothing more soothing than a good meal at this time.

Many students thought that they were so hungry that they could swallow a cow alive, and that even the big things in front of them could not shake their determination to cook. Even if they were eating while the dean was being shot, they didn't feel bad.

But it turns out they were dead wrong. There are more important things in the world than filling your stomach.

The auditorium tonight is as quiet as a palace banquet. On the table are lamb steaks, crispy roast chicken, sausages, steaks, potato wedges, and creamy mashed potatoes. Scrambling on the plate, the strong amino acid-flavored perfume tickles the nasal cavity like a cat's paws, and can draw out the soul of a person.

Normally, this group of half-grown children would turn into fools, ruthlessly eating up these delicacies, wishing they could even chew up the tablecloth and swallow them.

But now, they were all as reserved as country girls who strayed into a noble banquet, at a loss, clumsy, and even forgot how to eat. After a while someone knocked the glass off, and after a while someone knocked over the plate. Ron used to have a big chicken leg in one hand, and enjoyed eating it left and right. Now he pretended to be holding a knife and fork, and was sweating profusely while cutting a steak. The explosive ghost, Xi Mo, was reminded by his classmates that his hair was messed up, so he quickly raised his magic wand to his bangs, trying to blow his hair. Then, a cloud of fireworks spewed out from the tip of his wand, blackening his face.

Many people had no taste for this meal, and they didn't realize that their stomachs were empty until the table was finally emptied. He didn't concentrate on eating, but he dedicated himself to glancing at the teaching desk.

Dumbledore stood up again.

"What a hearty meal. I hope everyone is full and in the mood to listen to a few words from my old man. First of all, first-year students should pay attention to the fact that the woods on the campus are forbidden to enter. Also, due to the resignation of Professor Quirrell, this year I am honored to invite a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for Hogwarts, and everyone must have noticed, Ms. Moonshadow."

Ms. Yueying waved to the young people, and many students covered their hearts for a moment.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and continued: "The school will be expanded and renovated this year, so there will be personnel from the off-campus construction team coming in and out, and they will put silver emblems on their chests uniformly. That is to say, if you see that you are not wearing a badge If you are not a member of the school, you should report to the professor in time. In addition, Mr. Bernini, the chief person in charge of the joint construction team, will patrol the school together with the administrator, Mr. Filch. You can ask him for feedback on the situation of the construction team .”

Bernini, the descendant of the celebrity Linde had seen at St. Mungo's Hospital, stood in the corner of the hall and tipped his hat to the students.

"The Quidditch stadium is temporarily relocated to the east side of the Black Lake, and the review of the players will be held in the second week. Finally, I have two sentences that I have to say."

Dumbledore's powerful blue eyes swept across the hall, drawing the children's gaze away from Lady Moonshadow.

His words were calm and powerful, crisp and decisive.

"This is a crazy time. Some people say that wizards and Muggles will go to war. Some people say that Muggles will destroy our houses and tie us to stakes and burn us. No matter what happens in this world, Hogwarts Will protect every student, because there are respectable professors here, will risk their lives to protect students, because there is me Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore .No Muggle can harm my students until I'm down."

The students cheered for his courage.

Linde heard several students shouting: "I love this old man!"

At the end of the dinner, everyone sang the school song together, and the atmosphere was warm.

"Hogwarts asks to teach us knowledge, whether we are old men with a bald head, or children with a broken knee..."

Thousands of magical candles floated above the auditorium, shining brightly, and the professors and students smiled brightly.

And thousands of miles away in London, the cold wind and rain shrouded the streets at night. The famous Lockhart was thrown out of a street pub. He staggered and nearly fell down. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and there was a new scar on the corner of his mouth. . Two wizards chased after him, "Get lost! Go far away!"

Lockhart gave them his trademark alluring smile and bowed in greeting. A mouthful of pale spit fell on the flooded street in front of him.

"screw you."

He turned and left dejectedly, the curses of the two men still ringing in his ears.

"Should have put him in Azkaban. The Ministry of Magic can't afford it. Let such a scourge be in the world."

"That stupid pig of Fudge doesn't have time for him. War's coming, and what's the Wizengamot trying to do with a piece of shit?"

"It's also about... damn life..."

Lockhart shrank his neck and walked into the depths of the night.

"Hey! Lockhart, look here!" Someone shouted from the side of the road, he turned his head to look, and was suddenly illuminated by a flashing off light, which made his eyes water.

"Tomorrow's Toutiao is here!" The man put away the camera with a smile, hummed a song and left.

The rain kept on falling until midnight. Lockhart found an abandoned cardboard house and planned to sleep in this stinking place, hoping to wake up alive tomorrow.

Just as he got into the cardboard box and undressed, someone knocked on the cardboard door.

"Is Mr Gilderoy Lockhart at home?"

The bearded Lockhart looked out from the crack of the door, a group of Muggles in suits and leather shoes stood outside the house, they held guns, and the drizzle was lingering in bunches of cold lights.

The leader nodded politely at him, "Hello, Mr. Lockhart, we belong to the Human Union Magic Abnormality Negotiation Service (HUMANs), and we are now formally arresting you for crimes against human civilization. "

Lockhart took out his wand emotionally and was about to resist, but this group of people seemed to know him to the core - in fact, it was hard not to understand him - easily subdued him, took away the wand, put on handcuffs, Escorted into a bulletproof armored vehicle parked two intersections away.

The leader of this group of Muggles sat in the car and waited for Lockhart to come to his door. He took out a long list of crimes, which listed in detail the various losses that Lockhart had brought to the world. If converted into crimes, he would have to be executed for almost two hundred and seventy-four years.

"You can't judge me! I'm a wizard!"

"Wizards are human too." The Muggle minister was as hard as stone.