Change the world from Hogwarts

"Why is this so?"

"No wonder I didn't see him today..."

"Is Professor Trocca just gone?"

"No! I can't imagine life without Professor Trocca!"

A series of wails echoed in the auditorium.

It is worth mentioning that most of the people wailing are girls, which seems to be something worth noting.

But now Connor is actually more concerned about another matter.

"What exactly is Defense Against the Dark Arts going on?"

While Dumbledore was recounting some of Mr. Trocca's teaching deeds, Connor couldn't help but ask about the friendly seniors around him.

"And who is Professor Trocca?"

"Professor Trocca is the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He is a very handsome teacher with lively lectures. He is very popular among girls and many boys are fascinated by him."

"Then what Principal Dumbledore said is..."

"Ah, don't worry about that. Professor Trocca just left the school. Every Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts has a term of only one year."

Cedric explained very thoughtfully.

"I will leave in one year."

"Why? In terms of teaching quality, resident teachers are better, right?"

"There is no way. It is said that this course itself has encountered some kind of curse. If you stay there for more than a year, you will encounter various accidents."

Cedric looked around subconsciously. After seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he lowered his voice:

"And before Professor Troca came, the previous professor was dragged away by the Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest, and is still being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital."

"Acromantula...why is there such a thing in the Forbidden Forest?"

Connor couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Aren't you afraid of rushing out and demolishing the school?"

"I don't know about that."

And in the moment of private conversation, Dumbledore's brief memory came to an end.

"Don't worry too much. Our Mr. Trocca is doing well. He asked me to say hello to you."

Dumbledore's smile was a little funny.

"In addition, fortunately, the vacancy in our Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be filled by the familiar Professor Quilinas Chilo. For this purpose, he went to the Albanian forest to accumulate some practical experience."

With a clang, a man wearing a purple turban stood up.

He was huddled in the corner before, and Connor didn't even see him.

At this moment, he looked a little uneasy, and his complexion was complex between pale and ruddy.

"I...I...I will try my best to teach this course well."

Although he was so assured, his stuttering appearance cast doubt on this.

"Can he really speak eloquently in class?"

"I don't know, he wasn't like this before."

Gabrielle shook his head.

"His lectures used to be quite interesting, and he was very keen on studying Muggle culture. Maybe he encountered something in Albania."

"so……"

Staring at the wizard who seemed very nervous, Connor just narrowed his eyes.

"Wait, something's wrong, this isn't natural at all."

"In addition, for the first-year students, there are some old rules that I would like to emphasize: that dark forest... is a forbidden forest, and students are absolutely prohibited from entering. For safety reasons, please do not approach that forest without permission.

"

Is it the forest with the Acromantula?

It's actually quite interesting.

Connor wanted to go there for a walk, and by the way, his little cutie was also a little hungry.

"Meow~"

"alright."

Connor gently stroked Phil's little head, and it was really difficult for her to let this 'little kitten' quietly be used as a scarf.

With Connor's comfort, Phil closed his eyes again and lay quietly on his shoulder, wrapping around him.

"In addition, our administrator Mr. Filch also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic randomly in the corridor during class. If found, there will be penalties such as deduction of points or tight closure. In addition, the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor has some reasons.

It is classified as a forbidden area, if you don’t want to risk your life, please don’t go near it.”

Good guy, is it worthy of being called a magic school, where lives are in danger at every turn?

Connor wanted to complain for a moment, but found that he didn't know where to start.

He felt like he was numb.

He still remembered what the unknown ticket inspector said to him this morning:

"Hogwarts is the best school and the safest place in the world..."

Well, that's exactly what the ticket inspector said.

But leaving aside the issue of the teaching level of this school, Connor already had serious doubts about the safety aspect.

School bullying is real and life-threatening.

What is this and what...

But later on, the things Dumbledore said became a bit normal, such as the registration activities for the Quidditch Academy team, and some course arrangements.

Then it was time to enjoy dessert. Connor saw a large number of candies and cakes piled in front of Dumbledore's table, and he looked as if he wanted to eat them all.

Well, sweet old man, maybe there is a story hidden in it?

"Okay, before going to bed, let's experience the charm of music again - let's sing the school song together."

As he spoke, Dumbledore had already raised his hand to draw out lyrics one after another.

Corresponding to those dancing lyrics are the ugly expressions on the professors' faces.

No one looked good, including Professor McGonagall, who was always serious.

"You are free to choose your favorite melody, let's get started."

However, the principal's interests and hobbies obviously cannot be violated, so a feast of howling ghosts and howlings unfolded:

Hogwarts,Hogwarts,Hogwarts,Hogwarts,

Please give us knowledge,

No matter we are bald old people

Or the child who injured his knee in a fall,

Beethoven would chew the stick in his mouth after hearing this, and Chopin would commit suicide on a rainy night after hearing this.

Moreover, the lyrics are actually very old-fashioned, just like the kind of school song that would be sung to children.

"Oh my God, Ilvermorny's school song is so much better than this."

Someone in the crowd seemed to know the magic school in the United States very well - it was from Ravenclaw. He seemed to have heard the school song there, and this also caused a discussion.

"Connor, have you heard the school song of Ilvermorny?"

Ernie asked.

"Well, I have heard of it, but I don't recommend you to listen."

"Why?"

"Because it is a lie. It exists to cover up the truth and create confrontation. It conveys all the wrong information."

"Ah? What's the school song like?"

Ernie didn't seem to understand at all, but at this moment, Cedric came over and patted them on the shoulder.

"It's over, let's go quickly. We have an internal welcome party, and there are some desserts that didn't appear at the auditorium banquet."

"Mr. McMahon."

But just when Connor was about to quietly follow the end, he felt a strange sight.

Coming from behind - it's the old man with white hair.

Just like when he was sorted before, he had a gentle smile on his face, but he didn't speak.

And Connor happened to have a good sense of Dumbledore, so he felt that he didn't need to deliberately avoid anything, but just smiled in return.

"Connor? Where are you?"

But before he could say hello or say a few words, Ernie's urging voice came from the front.

"Well, I know...it's coming."