New Professor at Hogwarts

"heavy rain."

When Xia Ran walked downstairs, she heard a familiar voice. She turned around and saw Sybill Trelawney, the professor of divination class, shaking out the brightly colored robe she was wearing and speaking in what she thought was the most beautiful way. Go downstairs gracefully.

"Professor Trelawney."

"Ah, it turns out to be Professor Frémont." Professor Trelawney said with an expression as if he had just seen Xia Ran, "I read your interview report in "The Quibbler" - yes, I I also subscribed to that newspaper, even though a lot of the stuff is boring, such as the harassment bug - you are so brave, blatantly making up the Minister of Magic."

Xia Ran raised her eyebrows and replied: "Is that considered an arrangement? It's just telling the truth." But she was thinking in her heart, because you are bold to speak out like this. If you know what we are planning now, wouldn't you be frightened and faint immediately? past?

It was raining heavily outside, the sky was dark, and carriages began to appear at the end of the line of sight.

"The cart is being pulled by a Thestral. How can such an ominous creature appear openly in front of the students?" Professor Trelawney frowned.

Xia Ran looked sideways and saw carriages approaching. The one pulling the carriage was the Thestral, a magical animal that only those who have seen death can look directly at. Because of this, the Thestral Often regarded as an ominous creature by wizards.

Thestrals had no flesh at all on their bodies, and their black fur stuck tightly to their skeletons. Every bone was clearly visible. Their heads looked a bit like the heads of fire dragons. Their eyes without pupils were white and stared straight ahead. Wings sprouted from the ridge between the Thestral's shoulder bones—big, black, tough wings that seemed indestructible and looked like giant bats.

"It's not their fault." Professor Flitwick said as he took small steps downstairs. "Death is an inevitable destination, and none of us can be exempted from it. This does not mean that it is unlucky."

"Hmph, whatever you say." Professor Trelawney hummed, turning around and entering the auditorium.

Professor Flitwick looked at Xia Ran and said, "Long time no see, Xia Ran, are you okay? I see you made a big fuss."

Xia Ran just shrugged her shoulders.

"Come on, let's go in, the students will be arriving soon." Professor Flitwick smiled.

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Xia Ran sat in her chair. Several teachers were already sitting there, chatting to themselves.

After a while, screams rang out in the foyer outside the auditorium, as if the students had been frightened. Then came Professor McGonagall's roar: "Peeves! Peeves! Give it to me right now." Come down!"

It turns out that Peeves, the ghost from Hogwarts, is causing trouble.

The students screamed uncontrollably, pushed each other, and poured into the auditorium. Their bodies were covered with rainwater, and they looked like drowned rats. They looked so miserable.

Xia Ran was secretly glad that fortunately I was a teacher and didn't need to take that train.

"Peeves! Get down now!" Professor McGonagall's roar passed into the auditorium.

"I didn't do anything!" Peeves chuckled. Xia Ran vaguely saw him through the door of the auditorium as he fired another water bomb at several senior girls. The girls screamed in fear and rushed into the auditorium.

"They're already wet anyway, right? Hey, little kid! Give me a shot!" Peeves picked up another water bomb and aimed it at a group of lower-level students who had just come in.

"I'm going to call the Headmaster!" Professor McGonagall threatened loudly, "I'm warning you, Peeves..."

Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw the last few water bombs into the air, and then swooped up the marble stairs, laughing crazily.

The group of junior students below were in bad luck, and they all became drowned rats again.

"Okay, let's go quickly!" Professor McGonagall said sternly to the students who were soaked in the rain. "Enter the auditorium, hurry up, don't block the students behind!"

They had no choice but to enter the auditorium with sad faces.

Fortunately, the magnificent auditorium soothed the injured hearts of the junior students. For the new semester banquet, the auditorium was specially decorated. Hundreds of candles were suspended above the tables, making the gold plates and goblets shine. Shine.

The four long college tables were already filled with chattering students, and at the top of the auditorium, there was a fifth table. Professors and teachers such as Xia Ran were sitting here, sitting on the inside, facing their students.

"This year's events... Hey, to be honest, I can't wait." Professor Flitwick said, "You know which event it is!"

He was talking about the Triwizard Tournament.

"I wonder who the champion of Hogwarts will be?"

"I guess..." Xia Ran chuckled, "Maybe it will be Cedric Diggory?"

"Cedric?" Professor Sprout from the Herbology class smiled slightly and said, "He is indeed a very talented student, and he also has a very bright future."

Cedric Diggory is a student of Hufflepuff. As the dean of Hufflepuff College, Professor Sprout knows the outstanding students of his college very well.

When Xia Ran was still studying at Hogwarts, Professor Sprout was the Herbology Professor at Hogwarts and the Head of Hufflepuff.

The other professors also nodded slightly. Indeed, in terms of the possibility of becoming a warrior, Cedric Diggory has the best chance. If Harry Potter were two years older, he might still be able to compete with Cedric. Now, Harry is still a little behind, as is Hermione and other outstanding students.

"By the way, hasn't our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor arrived yet?" Professor Sinistra from the astronomy class asked. On the staff table, except for Professors Hagrid and McGonagall who went out to greet the new students, there was only one The empty chair was obviously the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's seat.

Dumbledore sat in the middle of the table, with long flowing silver-white hair and a silver-white beard that shone in the candlelight. His luxurious dark green robe was embroidered with many stars and moons, looking mysterious and ethereal, full of excitement. A mysterious and unpredictable feeling.

The fingertips of Dumbledore's two slender hands touched together, his chin rested on the fingertips, and his eyes looked at the ceiling above through the half-moon lenses - the ceiling was enchanted and looked just like the outside. The sky was exactly the same, with heavy wind and rain, and black and purple clouds rolling above. As there was a burst of thunder outside, a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling at the same time - as if deep in thought, until Professor Sinistra asked a question , only to wake him up.

"Alastor, he might be late because he has something to do."

Xia Ran moved the golden plate and said, "Whenever Hagrid comes with the new students, I'm so hungry that I can't wait."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the auditorium, which had been closed just now, opened, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Professor McGonagall led a row of first-year freshmen to the top of the auditorium and stopped not far from the staff table.

Xia Ran almost couldn't help laughing when she looked at these first-year freshmen, but she felt a sweeping gaze and immediately held it back.