Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

() In the Hogwarts Auditorium, the other little wizards of the college have been sitting around the four long tables. The velvety black ceiling above the table is a bit of starlight, and thousands of candles floating in the sky are lit up. restaurant. On four tables were shining gold plates and goblets. There is another long table on the first table in the restaurant, which is the seat of the teachers.

"Harry, you're too slow ... why didn't you change your clothes?" Ron, he and the other lions, stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"I'll tell you later." Harry said briefly at the Gryffindor long table. He was alert to find that the wizards around him were listening to his conversation with Ron. He was not good to tell on such occasions. My previous embarrassing experience.

Ginny frowned at her boyfriend's Muggle clothes: "And how crumpled and dirty are your clothes? What's wrong?"

"He said he had a big fall." Hermione, who said goodbye to Ellen Luna, was back at the Gryffindor table at this time, and she completely forgot that she had a strange look on her head. The demon glasses, which helped Harry attract the attention of many little lions.

Harry really hoped that they all thought he had done a very brave thing. It would be better to face two Death Eaters and a dementor, but now he was a little worried that Pansy Parkinson would tell the story The embarrassing experience of her snake school classmates will spread to other Gryffindor ears.

Allen and Luna also sat back at the Ravenclaw long table, but Helena found that she had missed the usual practice of the ghosts to scare the first-year students over the years. But she did not give up on this, she still ran to the group of freshmen waiting for the branch to float around for a while, although this had little effect on the little wizards who had just experienced it once.

Then Helena and the other college ghosts waiting on the side and the 20 or so pearly, translucent ordinary ghosts whispering across the room fluttered through the room and left the auditorium through the wall.

The singing of the branch hat is similar to the previous years, but it also emphasizes a few additional words that need to unite to face the enemy and then divide the freshmen into their respective colleges.

"You noticed that the number of people coming to Ravenclaw this year is much higher than in previous years." Flague pointed to the Ravenclaw long table where welcome applause broke out from time to time.

"The branch hat will consider the wizard's personal wishes." Hermione thought of her experience of being almost assigned to Ravenclaw when he was in first grade. He couldn't help regretting that he had blindly followed some of the articles described about Gryffindor as the best college. She insisted that she become a Lions College student. She paused to adjust her emotions and then said, "Allen is now famous and hailed as the new savior. There are many small wizards who want to go to Ravenclaw. "

Neville turned his head seriously and looked at the long table of each academy: "But their number is still the smallest, and the number of Hufflepuff is still the largest each year."

Hermione added: “The class hat is not just about the wizard ’s personal wishes. You have to have at least some obvious traits. Hufflepuff accepts everyone and treats them equally, even if you do n’t quite fit them. Enrollment standards or traits are not obvious. "

As the last freshman walked into Ravenclaw, the dinner officially began, and the dinner table on the long table was instantly filled with all kinds of food, which made the freshmen who had never seen the "wizard world" stunned, like Luo Well, this kind of veteran has already picked up a chicken leg with his left and right hands and gnawed up unscrupulously.

Ginny slammed Harry with her elbow: "Hagrid is waving at you, Harry."

Harry looked towards the staff table, Hagrid beckoned at him, and he smiled at Hagrid.

Even if the mixed-race giant has gone through the protection of the umbrella, it feels much better than being completely out of control a few years ago, but the innocence and coarseness revealed from time to time are still very uncoordinated when they are together with the majestic Professor McGonagall. ::

Professor McGonagall was the dean of Gryffindor. When they sat together, her head only reached between Hagrid's elbows and shoulders. At this moment, McGonagall saw Hagrid's greeted manner in such a passionate manner, showing a dissatisfied expression, and she also bumped him with her elbow, reminding Hagrid that she should maintain her decentness as a teacher of the protection of magical animals, but it is different from Ginny What's more, the power she used seems not light, because Hagrid maintained the beckoning movement, solidified her smile, and suddenly bent her body to make a greater movement ...

Harry couldn't bear to look straight away, but was surprised to find that sitting on the other side of Hagrid was actually a divining teacher, Professor Sybil Trelawney, who hosted the show on Harris TV. She looked more dressed than before. It ’s weird, but it seems to be a lot more economically generous, because Harry found that the ornaments that are weirder than the crazy girl ’s self-made accessories look much better than those she used before.

"Professor Trelawney is still willing to come back to teach. I'm really surprised. Her TV shows are so hot now." Romida? Vanni just noticed Harry's gaze, she glanced down and looked at herself. Said loudly, and then satisfied with his success attracted Harry's eyes again.

Lavender Brown ’s attention was also attracted by Romida ’s words. She turned her head to the dark-haired witch and said: “Is n’t this a good thing? When Professor Trelawney communicated with me during the summer vacation Just told me, she will not have much time to make a show. "

After hearing this, Harry looked up at Professor Trelawney again, and found that her terrifyingly large, bulb-like eyes were looking towards him, terrifying Harry again, and quickly lowered his head. Go down.

Harry had always regarded her as a liar, but did not expect to learn from Dumbledore's mouth after the incident of the Ministry of Magic last semester that she had spoken that prophecy, causing Voldemort to kill his parents and try to deal with him. I also got poisoned by myself. Knowing this, Harry was even more reluctant to stay with her. Fortunately, he no longer took divination classes this semester.

As the dinner progressed, the food on the long table was finally replaced by desserts for a while.

Dumbledore stood up behind the staff table. The upper part of his lecture platform was a metal shelf. Below the shelf was a owl sculpture facing the auditorium. This owl sculpture stood with Dumbledore in front of the shelf. Unfolding its originally gathered wings, its wide **** eyes stared at all the little wizards below, their wings shaking from time to time.

"Good night, everyone," the laughter echoed in the auditorium subsided almost immediately, and Dumbledore smiled kindly, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire auditorium.

"What's wrong with his hand?" Hermione asked in amazement. Dumbledore's right hand was black and dry, lifeless.

Not only was she noticed, she whispered in the auditorium. Allen saw that Dumbledore could not bear the temptation to put on the ring as he expected, and estimated the power and erosion speed of the curse. Allen smiled with satisfaction, which can win for him A lot of time can also prevent Dumbledore from choosing to use more radical methods to stop his actions and make him have to bear the notoriety of killing the world's greatest white wizard. As long as things are going well, wait until the outcome is final, and then remove the curse for this conservative old guy so that he can enjoy his old age.

Noting the surprised look of others watching his palm, Dumbledore only smiled softly. He shook the purple and gold sleeves to cover the injured hand.

"When I saw him during the summer vacation, his hands were like that." Harry whispered to Hermione. "I thought he had healed long ago ... or Madam Pomfrey healed him."

"That hand looks like it's dead." Hermione said with an uncomfortable expression on her face. "Some injuries will never be cured ... An ancient curse ... There are also some potions that have no cure ... etc. Wait! Maybe Allen and Luna have a way, they seem to have studied the power of the curse recently. "

"... Administrator Felch asked me to tell you that this year students are absolutely forbidden to bring any joke goods purchased from the Weasley Magic Trick. Students who want to participate in the college Quidditch team will report their names as usual Dean. We are still looking for a new Quidditch game commentator. Interested parties also sign up for the dean. In addition, I would like to introduce you to the new faculty member ... Horace Wattles ’former Slytherin Dean Horace Professor Slughorn ... I am honoured to announce that he has agreed to come back to succeed Professor Potion. "Dumbledore's words fell and Slughorn stood up, his bare head under candlelight Shiny, the belly in the waistcoat cast a large shadow on the table.

"Potion Lesson?" Ron glared at Harry with his head tilted. "But you said ..."

"At the same time, Professor Snape," Dumbledore's raised voice overshadowed the discussion, "will serve as a teacher of black magic defense."

Apart from the enthusiastic applause of the students of Slytherin, the students of other colleges doubted whether they had heard it wrong. The people in the entire auditorium heard the news that Snape finally got his wish.

"No!" Harry's ecstatic screams were too loud, causing many heads around the long table to turn toward him. But he was no longer in control, he just stared at the faculty's table angrily. Why did you give Snape the teaching post of the defense of black magic? Not everyone knows for so many years, doesn't Dumbledore believe that he can do the job? "

"But, Harry, you didn't tell me Slughorn was going to teach black magic defense the other day!" Ginny also asked in surprise.

"I thought it was him!" Said Harry. He desperately recalled when Dumbledore had told him. However, now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember what Dumbledore told him which Slughorn would teach. In class, I can only think of annoyance Slughorn said that when he taught his mother Lily, his mother's potions class was very good.

And from the mouth of Allen, Hermione, who had long known the appointment, was a little surprised by the surprise of the little lions around him: "The potion class Slughorn had taught in Hogwarts before. Isn't this appointment unusual? No one wants to be a professor in this course of black magic defense, and Snape tries to apply every year ... "

"Alright, this thing has a little benefit," Harry said with a gritted teeth. "Snape will get out in less than a year."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

Harry said sullenly: "That job was cursed by Voldemort. No one could be more than a year ... Quirrell even took his life in. I sincerely hope that another murder will happen ..."

"Harry! How can you say that!" Hermione reproached in horror.

"By next year, the old bat will probably go back to teach his potions class again." Ron rarely let his little head think rationally for a while, "My dad said that Professor Slughorn even taught the mysterious man It was said that the Death Eaters were still trying to find him before the summer vacation. He was too old and he was willing to go back to school. I think it was because it was safe enough ... "

Dumbledore cleared his throat and did n’t seem to realize how sensational the news he had just announced. He did n’t talk about the teacher ’s job any more. Instead, he waited a few seconds to ensure that everyone was completely quiet before continuing. “This Everyone in the auditorium knew that Voldemort and his followers ... "

Then Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking again, because he found Allen on the Ravenclaw long table to stand up ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ white hair, unnatural pale skin and some evil magical retro magic The robe made the Muggle freshmen who didn't know him shudder. There was silence in the auditorium, and Allen, who was the attention of the audience, slowly walked to the faculty seat. He deliberately left and right as if he noticed that no chair was empty.

Allen stood there, but there was no trace of embarrassment on his face, after all, he thought it was not him who was negligent.

"Come and sit here, Allen." Professor Flitwick beckoned to Allen. He moved to the side, because the small size left half of the chair.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment as if he had noticed this, and he immediately apologized: "I'm so sorry, Professor Harris. I thought you would prefer to sit with the students because you used to sit in Ravenclaw On the table. Please forgive me for the old man ’s thoughtlessness, I ’ll put you one right away. ”

After the momentum unfolded, Alan looked surprised at the Muggle freshmen, not only because the real identity of the wizard who was not wearing a school uniform was actually a professor, but also because of bad harmony The first impression was different. Allen just smiled friendly and his voice was very gentle: "Thank you, Principal Dumbledore, do n’t bother."