Harry Potter's Bastard

Because of Voldemort's return and the re-activity of the Death Eaters, this year's freshmen are pitiful, and the length of the freshman team is simply incomparable to previous years. However, the number of new students in Slytherin is no different than usual.

As soon as the sorting ceremony ended, Dumbledore stood up from behind the staff's long table, and the chatter that echoed in the Great Hall almost immediately subsided.

"Good evening, everyone!" he said with a kind smile, opening his arms as if to hug the whole auditorium.

For the average student, they could only see Dumbledore twice a semester, once now, at the opening party, and once at the end of the semester. Considering the current situation outside, the students waited earnestly for Dumbledore's speech.

"Alright...... Welcome to the school, new students. Welcome back to school, old students, and a new year of magical education awaits you......"

The layout of the Slytherin table was still the same as before, and the three of Solim occupied a large area, and there were no other Slytherin students in their vicinity. Many freshmen looked at Dumbledore on the stage and glanced at Solim curiously from time to time.

"Students who want to join the house's Quidditch team should report their names to the Dean as usual. We're still looking for a new Quidditch commentator, and those interested in signing up with the Dean. "

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After saying a lot of precautions like chanting scriptures, as in previous years, the senior students at Hogwarts couldn't help but concentrate their minds, and according to the usual process, it was time to introduce the new professor. They had noticed an unfamiliar face sitting at the faculty's desk.

"This year, we're excited to welcome a new teacher, Professor Slughorn," Slughorn stood up, his bare head glistening in the candlelight and his big vested belly casting a large shadow on the table, "it's a former colleague of mine who agreed to return to his old role as a Potions teacher. "

Dumbledore's words stunned the students for a moment, and then immediately began to whisper.

"Potions lessons?"

The word echoed throughout the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had misheard. Many students thought there was something wrong with their ears, and many immediately turned their eyes to Snape.

"In the meantime, Professor Snape—" Dumbledore raised his voice to drown out the chatter, "will be the teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts class. "

Many Slytherin students applauded in support of their dean. The three of Solim also clapped their hands ceremoniously. Snape at the faculty's desk didn't stand up like many of the new professors had done before, but just raised his hand lazily.

"I have an impression of him. Solim said one of the others.

As mentioned before, there are no students in the Somlim Three's appendage, but the ghost is a student, and Barrow is sitting next to Solim at this time.

"Who? Slughorn?"

"Hmm. Barrow stared twice at the big balding fat man, "Seeing him reminds me of something bad." "

Solim raised his eyebrows, he didn't pick up the stubble, he didn't have to think about it to know that the "bad thing" that Barrow said must have something to do with Voldemort.

It wasn't just Solim who was talking below, the entire auditorium heard the news that Snape had finally gotten his wish—something that was clear to the old students, and they were all talking about it at this point. Dumbledore didn't seem to realize how sensational the news he had just announced, and he didn't say anything about the teacher's position, but waited a few seconds to make sure everyone was completely quiet before continuing.

"Everyone in this auditorium knows that Voldemort and his retinue are once again making waves and growing in power. "

The name "Voldemort" didn't appear in the Great Hall many times, Dumbledore had said it several times, but this time it was even more effective than before, because now everyone knew that Voldemort had really returned.

"I need to stress that the situation is very dangerous and that everyone at Hogwarts needs to be extremely cautious to ensure our own safety. The castle's magical fortifications have been strengthened during the summer holidays, and we have received new and more effective protection, but each and every one of us and our teachers and students must always be vigilant and not take it lightly. Therefore, I ask that you strictly follow every safety rule set by your teacher, no matter how annoying it may be – especially the rule that you should not get out of bed when the lights are out. I implore you to report anything unusual or suspicious to the faculty immediately, both on or off campus. I am sure that you, for the sake of your own safety and the safety of others, will definitely restrain your behavior. "

Dumbledore's blue eyes swept over all the students, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Well, your beds are waiting for you, as warm and comfortable as you expect, and I know that your immediate priority now is to rest well and prepare for tomorrow's class. So, let's say 'Peace.'" "

As usual, benches were pushed behind them, and there was a screeching sound of rubbing, and hundreds of students began to leave the auditorium and make their way towards the dormitories.

There was a new prefect this year, so Draco didn't have to lead the team. In fact, he had done almost nothing as a prefect last year, and in some ways, Draco had been more uncomfortable as a prefect than Ron.

The three Solim were reluctant to squeeze out with a large group of students, so they chose to wait a little longer. By the time the three of them returned to the common room beneath Slytherin, Snape was already there.

Seeing Solim come in, Snape didn't care if he was a prefect or not, and handed him over the task of presiding over the freshman duel, and then left like a black cloud.

Almost all of the Slytherin students were watching Solim, waiting for him to give orders.

"Is there anything new this year?" Solim looked at a certain part of the crowd with a relaxed look at the "special people", "Nott Warrington Higgs?"

Solim named them one by one, they were all sixth- or seventh-grade students like him, and he didn't even look at the "black second generation" in the lower grades.

Many students recalled what happened this time last year, when six students led by Flint were taken to the school hospital by Solim alone, and Solim was not punished in any way afterwards, but the other six students were locked up.

"Flint is unbearable, but he's a leader. Solim didn't care when he saw that no one was answering him, "He's finally graduated this year, what?

Solim's gaze darted back and forth over the faces of several people in the crowd.

"Don't any of you have one to speak?"

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