From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

The students in the auditorium were still talking about the two new teachers, but soon some sharp-eyed students saw Professor McGonagall leading the new students in, and shouted at the top of their lungs: "The new students are here!"

Calvin adjusted his wizard robes and readjusted his sitting position. Most people in the auditorium did the same, and the conversation partner shifted from the two new professors to the incoming Harry Potter.

Professor McGonagall led a group of freshmen into the auditorium. Calvin looked around and found no one who looked like Lily or James, which made Calvin a little disappointed.

Professor McGonagall placed an old pointed wizard hat on the four-legged stool in front of the new students, and then the thousand-year-old Sorting Hat began its regular routine - singing a song about the sorting hat it spent a year coming up with.

Song.

After its melodious song ended, the audience applauded it to show respect for the Sorting Hat.

At this time, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever's name I call puts on his hat, sits on a stool, and waits for sorting."

"Hannah Abbott!"

"Hufflepuff!"

The long table on the right belonging to Hufflepuff burst into cheers.

...

"Hermione Granger!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Neville Longbottom!"

"Gryffindor! Hey, little wizard, put me back."

The rash Longbottom ran away wearing the Sorting Hat, causing a burst of laughter in the auditorium.

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Slytherin!"

...

"Harry Potter!"

When Professor McGonagall read out the name, the originally noisy auditorium fell silent for an instant, and then erupted into an even louder noise. Almost everyone was discussing Harry Potter.

"Potter, is she calling Potter?", "Is it that Harry Potter?"

Even Snape, who had always been expressionless, raised his head and stared directly at Harry without realizing that he had clenched his fists.

"Almost exactly the same as his bastard father."

"But his eyes..." Snape continued to lower his head expressionlessly.

"His eyes are like his mother's." Calvin thought to himself, no matter what purpose or reason, he had to protect this child at Hogwarts.

The Sorting Hat fell silent. It seemed that Harry was in embarrassment. Fortunately, the Sorting Hat quickly decided where Harry belonged: "Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor little lions were excited, and the Weasley twins shouted: "We have Potter, we have Potter."

Soon the remaining freshmen were sorted, and there was another red-haired boy in Gryffindor.

Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words."

"This year, I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our team."

"The first is Professor Quirrell, who graciously agreed to fill the gap in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course."

There was some sporadic, less than enthusiastic applause. No one was interested in a gloomy-looking wizard wearing a strange big turban.

"As for the second teacher we appointed," Dumbledore continued after the less than enthusiastic applause for Professor Quirrell faded away, "well, I regret to tell you that our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Kettlebo

Professor Ern retired at the end of last year to spend more time with his remaining rascals. However, I am pleased to say that the renowned magizoologist Calvin Capet has agreed to serve as one of the professors of the Care of Magical Creatures course.

Job."

Calvin stood up and saluted everyone, and there was warm applause in the auditorium. Some people understood Calvin's knowledge, while others were obsessed with his appearance and demeanor. Only Snape dismissed Calvin's arrival.

However, a few Slytherin students sat on their chairs and did not applaud. A few of them looked at each other.

Lucian Ball showed a strange expression: "Calvin Cappe? It can't be that Cappe, right?"

"Cape? What Cape?" Slytherin's Quidditch captain Marcus Flint asked with a confused look on his face.

Perigen Derek came over and said urgently but in a low voice: "Marcus, have you forgotten? Your uncle said that the mysterious man personally wrote to recruit Muggle wizards."

Flint suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, my uncle said it, but I heard that he was frightened by the mysterious man and transferred directly to Beauxbatons."

At this time, Flint turned to look at the graceful young man again, and said with a sinister smile: "Who did I think he was? It turned out to be a coward who was scared away by the mysterious man."

"Finally, I want to say: Idiot! Crying! Residue! Screw it! Thank you everyone!" Dumbledore ended his brief speech and sat down again. Everyone applauded and cheered. Everyone began to enjoy the sumptuous dinner.

Harry felt warm all over and wanted to sleep, but then he looked up at the guest seat. Hagrid was drinking heavily. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell was wearing a ridiculous scarf on his head.

He was talking to a young professor with black hair and red eyes.

It happened in an instant. The red-eyed teacher looked directly into Harry's eyes over Professor Quirrell's scarf - and Harry felt a burning pain from the scar on his forehead.

"Ouch!" Harry covered his forehead with one hand.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked.

"No-nothing."

The burning pain disappeared as quickly as it came. What lingered was the feeling Harry got from the teacher's eyes. He felt that the teacher was paying unusual attention to him.

"Who was that teacher who was talking to Professor Quirrell?" he asked Percy.

"Oh, you already know Professor Quirrell. It's not surprising that he is so nervous. That is Professor Capet, who teaches Care of Magical Creatures. You can take his class in the third grade. He is a famous scholar."

Harry stared at Capet for a moment, but Capet didn't look at him again. Finally, the pudding disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and the restaurant returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to." "First-year students, please pay attention.

Students are prohibited from entering the woods. Some of our old students should also remember this."

Dumbledore's shining eyes glanced towards the Weasley twins.

"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors during recess.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team please contact Mrs. Huo Qi.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore said loudly. Harry found that the smiles of other teachers seemed to freeze.

Dumbledore flicked the wand, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling like a snake above the high dining table, forming lines of text.

"Everyone chooses the tune he likes." Dumbledore said, "Get ready and sing!"

So all the teachers and students sang loudly: Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us knowledge, no matter we are bald old people or children with injured knees, our

The mind can accept some interesting things.

Because now our minds are empty and full of air, dead flies and trivial things. Teach us some valuable knowledge and give us what we have forgotten. You just need to do your best and leave the rest to us. We will study hard.

Until it turns into dung.

Everyone finished singing the school song in a flurry. Only the Weasley twins continued to sing along with the slow melody of the "Funeral March". Dumbledore used his wand to direct the last few bars for them, waiting for them to sing.

After finishing, his applause was the loudest.

"Music," he said, wiping his eyes, "is more charming than anything we do here! It's bedtime now. Let's go back to the dormitories."