I, Hogwarts Second Week

"She is also a mortal chosen by the gods?" Koyatel said at this time.

She looked back and saw Zhang Xiaolin sitting back by the flower bed again, her long black hair fluttering in the wind, much like her.

"That's right, her situation is quite special." Owen said vaguely, "It's a little troublesome to explain."

"I don't mind the trouble," Coyatel said.

"Let's go to the common room later."

"good!"

Everyone walked through the castle corridor and came to the auditorium, where they sat down according to their respective colleges.

They are destined to wait for a while tonight, because the inspection at the school gate takes a long time.

Because the number of freshmen was smaller, they arrived at the auditorium earlier than the old students. This may be the first time in the entire history of Hogwarts that this has happened.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the guest of honor.

As always, he held a long list of people in his hand, and beside him was a high chair with the Sorting Hat on it.

She first arranged for the new students to sit on the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff benches nearby.

After all, they may have to wait a long time.

Just like that - more than an hour passed!

The door to the auditorium was closed.

The last wizard took his seat, and under the eyes of most people who were already impatient, the sorting ceremony began.

"Damn it - why can't we start dinner in advance?"

"What a violation of the rules!"

Up in the branch.

They were yelling and cursing below.

Mainly Owen was yelling.

Hannah looked at him while holding back her laughter.

She always thought the way Owen was cursing now was cute.

Not only did she feel this way, other little wizards in Hufflepuff also felt this way.

Listen to his various greetings to the Ministry of Magic.

It’s not impossible that someone might even enjoy it.

"It's not lunch yet, it's not lunch yet!"

"Damn it - when I become the principal, I will definitely ban all these bad habits! Eat first and then sort them into different schools!"

"If you curse less, you can save some energy!" Koyatel glanced at him and said.

"It's just because I'm hungry that I scold him. This is called diverting attention."

"Haha - then you go ahead and scold him!" Koyatel rolled his eyes at him, feeling that this guy was hopeless.

Finally, there is really nothing left to say about someone.

The sorting ceremony is finally over.

And just when Owen thought it was time to start dinner.

The damn Sorting Hat suddenly spoke.

In times of crisis, everyone must unite.

That only unity can fight our enemies - that kind of bullshit.

Niang Xipi - you are just a hat. hat!

What's the use of talking nonsense!

It might as well be a shield, at least the shield can resist spells.

Finally, the nonsense about the Sorting Hat is over.

Dumbledore stood up and said only two words: "Let's eat!"

Then the originally empty long table suddenly turned into a lot of sumptuous food.

Without a moment's hesitation, Owen grabbed the spoon and began to fight the thick soup in front of him.

The other hand reached for a large piece of chocolate cake.

Hannah saw this and silently brought a pile of honey pie in front of him.

Originally, Koyatel wasn't very hungry - but after having such a guy next to her, her stomach twitched inexplicably.

Then I felt hungry.

Hu ate and was stuffed for a long time.

Owen just barely suppressed the terrifying beast hiding in his stomach.

This ferocious beast would torment people four times a day, so it was not easy to deal with it.

Even if they are stronger than him, they are defeated every time.

In the auditorium, the sound of gobbling gradually died down, and at this moment, Dumbledore stood up behind the staff table.

The noisy voices echoing in the auditorium suddenly subsided.

"Good evening to everyone," he said with a kind smile, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire auditorium.

"Okay, new classmates, welcome to school; and old classmates, welcome back to school. What awaits you is the magic education in the new school year..."

"Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone that this year students are absolutely prohibited from bringing in any joke merchandise purchased from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes." Dumbledore continued, "In addition, students who want to join the college Quidditch team , submit your name to the Dean as usual. We are still looking for a new Quidditch match commentator, and those who are interested can also sign up with the Dean."

"This year, we are delighted to welcome a new faculty member, Professor Slughorn."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Slughorn stood up.

His bald head shone in the candlelight, and his waistcoat-clad belly cast a large shadow on the table.

"Professor Slughorn, a former colleague of mine, has agreed to return to his old position as Potions teacher."

"What, Potions?"

"Potions?"

"How could it be Potions class?"

Such questions echoed throughout the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had heard wrongly.

"In the meantime, Professor Snape," Dumbledore continued, raising his voice above the murmur, "will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Oh no!"

Although the sound was not loud, there were still many young wizards from other colleges wailing in the auditorium.

The Slytherin table burst into cheers, and there was a hint of triumphant joy on every face.

"Huh? No substitution?" Owen was very surprised. If that's the case, then why did Zhang Xiaolin come here?

Dumbledore did not stop the whispers of the little wizards below. He waited for more than ten seconds to ensure that everyone was completely quiet before continuing to speak...

"Everyone in this hall knows that Voldemort and his followers are making trouble again, and their power is growing. I need to emphasize that the current situation is very dangerous, and everyone at Hogwarts needs to be extremely cautious. To ensure your own safety.”

"Perhaps you have noticed that the Ministry of Magic has sent Aurors to Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.

Have you all been inspected before entering the castle? "

In the auditorium, everyone nodded.

Such strict measures are unprecedented.

"In addition to the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, the International Confederation of Wizards Special Operations Team will also send wizards to Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Dumbledore raised his right hand and pointed at a strange black-haired witch on the faculty desk.

"This is Professor Xiaolin Zhang of Defense Against the Dark Arts from Chang'an Imperial Academy of the Ming Dynasty. She is also a member of the International Federation of Wizards Special Operations Team. From today on, she will be stationed at Hogwarts and conduct regular visits to the school. Conduct a security review. Although Professor Zhang will not teach you any subjects, she still has the rights that a professor should have."

Zhang Xiaolin stood up, waved her folding fan, and greeted the little wizards below casually.

Compared with more than a month ago, she now feels less mysterious and more lazy.

The little wizard had already noticed this strange witch.

After all, there is a young and beautiful witch with a graceful and elegant figure on the desk of the head teacher. She is wearing a dark green dress that is completely different from them. How could they not notice it as long as they are not blind?

Dumbledore paused deliberately for a moment.

To satisfy everyone's curiosity about this new professor.

After about ten seconds, he continued, "The castle's magic defenses were strengthened during the summer vacation. We have received new and more effective protection, but each of our teachers and students must still be vigilant at all times. We must not Take it lightly. Therefore, I ask that you strictly abide by every safety rule set by the teacher, no matter how annoying those rules may be, especially the rule about not getting up and going out after lights out.

I implore you to report any unusual or suspicious situation to the faculty immediately, whether inside or outside the school. I believe that you will restrain your behavior for the safety of yourself and others. "

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

"Okay, your bed is waiting for you, as warm and comfortable as you expected. I know your top priority now is to get a good rest and prepare for class tomorrow. So, let's say 'goodnight'."

As usual, the benches were pushed behind them, making a harsh friction sound.

Hundreds of students began to file out of the auditorium and toward their dormitories.

After saying hello to Hermione, Owen and Hannah returned to the Hufflepuff common room.

He returned to Hogwarts several times during the summer holidays. So everything was arranged as if it were yesterday.

But for other little wizards, they haven't walked here for more than two months.

Although the surrounding furnishings were almost the same, everyone was still in high spirits. They were sitting in armchairs, chatting, and had no intention of going to bed early.

Owen and Coatl sat across from each other and chatted about the gods.

Justin, Hannah, Susan, and Ernie chatted about their experiences during the summer vacation.

As we chatted, we started talking about Qu Yicao, whom Professor Sprout trained last semester.

It looks like they all want to grow a few of their own this semester.

With that - the oak door to the Hufflepuff common room suddenly opened.

It should be said that at this time, there should not be any little wizards outside. Everyone subconsciously looked towards the low oak corridor, but saw a witch who was dressed completely different from them walking in.

"Security inspection——" Zhang Xiaolin bent over and walked in slowly.

Then he looked at the layout of the lounge.

"Hmm - it's not big, but it's quite cozy."

She didn't mean to belittle. Ming Dynasty has the largest number of wizards in the world. The three major magic schools in Europe combined may not have as many students as Chang'an Taixue.

The student dormitories of Taixue are naturally very huge.

"Let's talk-" she looked at Owen and said.

Then he walked over and sat next to Koyatel.

She seemed to be able to feel that the little girl in front of her was on the same journey as her.

The other little wizards of Hufflepuff looked at the witch who suddenly broke in in front of them in shock.

Every European has an inexplicable longing for the distant Far East.

Legend has it that it is the birthplace of magic and the first land to establish a systematic magic inheritance. It has a splendid history and magic civilization.

Almost all wizards who want to be adventurers will choose that country as their first stop.

"Hello - Professor." As a prefect, Hannah took the lead in greeting Zhang Xiaolin who stood up.

"Ah hello."

"Wow - Professor, you are so young, and you speak English so well, with a London accent -" Compared to Hannah's restraint, Justin was much bolder. He said to Zhang Xiaolin carelessly, maybe because The other person's age is that of an Asian - he naturally looks five or six years younger than his own age. Apart from the charming temperament of the Zhang Xiaolin in front of her, judging from her appearance, she is almost the same as a girl in her sixth or seventh year at Hogwarts.

Of course - being more beautiful is just a huge difference.

"Oh - really?" After being praised for her youth, Miss Zhang's face suddenly burst into laughter. She unfolded her folding fan, covered her lips and nose, looked at Justin and said, "What a good and honest boy."

"As for the English accent - I worked for the Federation for a while and I have people from my tribe in London."

"Do you have any relatives in London?" Susan pulled Justin's arm, and then glared at him angrily. The guy was a little carried away, and then she looked at Zhang Xiaolin, "Do you know Qiu Zhang? She is Ravenclaw students, because you all seem to have the last name Zhang.”

"Zhang Qiu?" Zhang Xiaolin put her folding fan against her chin, thought for a moment and said, "According to the genealogy, she should be called my aunt."

"Grandma?" Susan looked surprised. The witch in front of her looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. She didn't look like a grandma. Did Ming Dynasty have magic that could keep her appearance and not age?

"My adoptive mother is of a higher seniority." Miss Zhang explained briefly, "If your adoptive mother is - well - Professor McGonagall, you will also be several seniors higher than others."

"Oh——" Everyone nodded and understood the reason.

Just chatted for a while.

Basically, Zhang Xiaolin introduced some customs of Taixue and the current situation of the Federation.

After more than ten minutes, she shifted her focus to Owen and Koyatel.

"What a beautiful girl." She said with a half-smile, her eyes looking back and forth at Coyatel and Owen.

"Does the choice of this god also come with an invisible requirement of good looks?"

Owen smacked his mouth and was very reluctant to talk about this, but he still explained to the woman in front of him who was more charming than a month ago and Coatl, "Cause and effect are reversed.

It's just because of the mutation of ancient magic power on the organism that the appearance of the unlucky guy infected with the power of the alien gods is closer to that of the alien gods.

You should say that the gods are really beautiful. "

"The lost divine power is also ancient magic power?" Zhang Xiaolin asked.

"Yes."

"Then what's going on with you as the heir? Who did you inherit your ancient magic power from?"

"intrinsic."

"Born?" Zhang Xiaolin frowned, seemingly not satisfied with this answer.

The power of the gods is ancient magic.

If the heirs are all born with ancient magical powers, doesn't that mean that the heirs can become gods?

This sounds too ridiculous.

"If you have any questions, please contact Merlin." Owen saw the doubts in Zhang Xiaolin's heart and casually threw the trouble away.