Part-time as God of the Heavens

The selection of offices was very quick. Zhou Yi chose an office that faced south and was on the other side of Professor Quirrell's office. In short, the third floor of Hogwarts Castle did seem to have only one purpose, which was to do black magic. The office of the professor of defense courses... I have to say, apart from the threat of the curse, this kind of treatment is quite gratifying?

After all, Hogwarts is really big.

"Then it's settled here." Zhou Yi waved his hand, and some objects and decorations appeared out of thin air to decorate his office.

"Apparition is forbidden in school, and I'll tell Minerva later, let her connect the fireplace in your office to the Floo network." Dumbledore said, "Okay, let's hurry to the auditorium. Well, I think the students should be arriving soon."

The auditorium is very spacious, and it can be said that there are more than 300 people sitting down. Of course, there are only 270 or 80 people now, because the more than 40 students who are about to enter the first year have not arrived yet.

The arrival of Zhou Yi and Dumbledore attracted the attention of many people. Dumbledore arranged for Zhou Yi to sit down at the long table dedicated to the faculty and staff in front of the auditorium, and then came to his own exclusive seat, in the center: "Introduce to everyone. Come on, this year, we have two Defence Against the Dark Arts course professors, one is Professor Quirrell, I believe everyone already knows."

"Very, very happy, see, see you all," Professor Quirrell stammered, still wearing his thick turban, not sure if it was because of the smell of garlic wafting from him all the time. Anyway, the two seats on the left and right next to him were vacant.

"There is another one, from a distant China, Zhou Yi, Professor Zhou." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Hello everyone." Zhou Yi looked around and nodded with a smile.

"We only met not long ago," Professor Fei Liwei greeted Zhou Yi warmly, "please sit here, Professor Zhou."

"Then I'll be disrespectful," Zhou Yi nodded, sat down, and chatted with Fei Liwei, and Sprout on the side also participated in the conversation.

There were bursts of discussion among the students below, a super handsome Defence Against the Dark Arts course professor from China! Obviously, they cared much more about Zhou Yi than Quirrell, who stammered, dressed weirdly, and exuded a strange stench.

"Where's Professor McGonagall?" During the chat, Zhou Yi looked around, and after greeting each professor, he asked Professor Fei Liwei curiously beside him.

"Professor McGonagall should have gone to greet the first-year freshmen. They can't come here directly. After all, there will be a sorting ceremony later," Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "You know, the one about the sorting ceremony. The legend...everyone tacitly upholds the legend."

"Ah, I understand, it's a pity to say, I've only heard of it, but haven't really tried it yet." Zhou Yi said.

"Ah, I remembered," Fei Liwei asked curiously, "I heard that you are from China, are there many magic schools there?"

"Well, I'm not quite sure, because I'm self-taught," Zhou Yi shrugged, "but the way of education there is really very different from Hogwarts and other wizarding schools."

"A big difference?" Flitwick became interested.

"This, to say it, is more complicated. I think it's better to wait until the future to speak with facts. As it happens, I also want to see how the Chinese education method can play a role in Hogwarts." Zhou Yi did not To be clear, it was a sell-off, but what he said was indeed the truth.

"Although I don't know what it is, I'm really curious now," Fei Liwei still smiled.

While the two were chatting, a small door on the side opened, and Professor McGonagall, who looked far more serious than usual, hurried out of it and came to Dumbledore's side: "Albus, the students are ready. ...but something went wrong."

"Small question?" Dumbledore was taken aback.

"A student just broke another student's bones." Professor McGonagall glanced at Zhou Yi when he said this, "I also just found out about this... It has been cured, but because this incident happened in Before the official separation, it never happened before, so what are we going to do about it?"

"Has a student of this age already mastered such powerful magic?" Dumbledore looked interested.

Zhou Yi suddenly had an ominous premonition because of Professor McGonagall's glance.

I joked before about letting Harry beat up the next grader, wouldn't he start acting now? It's not yet branched, hey!

"It's not magic, it's... fists." Professor McGonagall glanced at Zhou Yi again, "and actually one hit three, two of the three suffered minor injuries, the most serious being a broken bone. ."

"Okay...Okay." Dumbledore finally noticed Professor McGonagall's eye movements. He looked in the direction and realized that it was Zhou Yi. He immediately understood who the protagonist of the matter was. Slightly twitched, "I think I know, um... What's the cause of the incident? Have those children been cured?"

"It has been treated. The reason is that the three students attacked the student verbally, so the student couldn't help it," Professor McGonagall said.

"Since this is the case, both parties are at fault, we will follow the normal point deduction system, one person will be deducted 10 points, and he must write a review letter," Dumbledore quickly made a decision, "It can be announced after they are separated. It's better to have the sorting ceremony first."

"Okay, I understand." Professor McGonagall nodded with a straight face. Wherever they walked, the students of other grades automatically shut up and remained silent, as if they had their own domain of silence.

"Haha..." Looking at Dumbledore's eyes, Zhou Yi could only laugh awkwardly.

Although there is not much deviation from the expected, but this is coming too fast!

...

Harry is a little flustered now.

On the train, Harry met Malfoy again... The difference from last time was that Malfoy was not bringing his father, but two students, and there was no Zhou Yi by Harry's side, only the one he just met. two friends.

Malfoy didn't intend to look for Harry at first, but it happened so coincidentally, and when he thought of his father's furious but helpless anger at him during the vacation, Malfoy was very indignant.

If I can't beat it, what's the matter with me? And don't you always say that you can use power to solve all problems? Isn't he also a member of the Hogwarts school board? Why can't I target Zhou Yi and Harry Potter?

So, on the train, when he met Harry again, Malfoy immediately turned on the sneering mode, trying to provoke Harry to do something. In his opinion, this time Harry no longer had Zhou Yi by his side, but he did. Two little followers, in this wave, first anger Harry and let him do it first, and then beat Harry back in the name of "self-defense" on his own side, taking advantage of it, and taking advantage of the name, it's just like The perfect plan to kill two birds with one stone!

So, his plan was successful at the beginning, he successfully angered Harry, and he also succeeded in making Harry violently throw his hands and fists... The problem is that something went wrong later, and he couldn't beat it.

The abacus just collapsed after taking a head, but it's a loss anyway!

Malfoy is still in the new group, far away from Harry's position, and until now he can still feel the dull pain in his ribs... A teacher on the train cast a healing spell on him, but to be honest He felt that the teacher's skills did not seem to have reached home...

"Damn, why is his strength so strong? It shouldn't be. He obviously looks so thin! Also, aren't you all mages? Why are there fists? Shouldn't they be using a wand?" Malfoy sighed angrily. thinking.

"Oops, I couldn't control myself from hitting someone just now..." Harry's eyes floated a little. After more than a month of training, he had no idea of ​​his physical fitness. At this time, his heart was full of question marks.

"It should be that their physical quality is too rubbish... It shouldn't be my problem... To be fair, they insulted and ridiculed me first, and it's normal for me to fight back in self-defense... Zhou Yi won't scold me... ...probably not, he seems to have said before that he expects me to play the next grade... Will Hogwarts deny me admission..."

Beside Harry, Ron and Hermione, who had just met, didn't seem to know what kind of mental shock they had suffered. They also said nothing. They were naturally witnesses of that "battle" - they were about to help. At that time, he saw Harry knocking the three people to the ground one by one.

"I was busy eating at the time, I should have started helping earlier, at least I could brag about it with Ferland and the others... After all, he is Harry Potter," the freckled, big-handed, long-nosed man said. Ron thought to himself, "Also, Harry Potter is amazing! He really deserves to be a legendary figure!"

"I should have figured out what spells to use earlier...what spells should I use...why doesn't Harry use a wand, do wizards fight like ordinary people?" With such thick hair and a pair of front teeth Hermione thought to herself, "But you have to use a spell, after all, I've memorized all the spells in the book..."

Of course, what they are most nervous about at this time is the so-called "sorting ceremony", what is it, and is there any test to pass?

"There's no way it's going to be a spell to release," Harry thought to himself, convincing himself in his heart, "If that's the case, Zhou wouldn't have told me... what college would I be assigned to... ...it'd be nice not to be Slytherin anyway."

Just when the atmosphere caused by their random thoughts became more and more quiet and solemn (the tension and anticipation for the upcoming sorting ceremony), a voice sounded: "Now, form a single line and follow me, the sorting ceremony will begin soon. "

Professor McGonagall came back, she sternly glanced at the crowd, Harry shrank his head, he knew that a quarter of the stern face should be his "credit".

"Never break the bone next time, it has to be light..." Harry thought to himself, and then he focused on the upcoming sorting ceremony.

They walked out of the small room, through the foyer, and through a double door into the lavish auditorium.

Yes, luxurious, that adjective came to Harry's mind, presumably because Gringotts didn't seem to be as well-furnished as it was here - the rest of the Academy were already sitting around four long tables with thousands above them. Only the candles floating in the air illuminate the auditorium, and there are glittering gold plates and goblets on the table, which looks like some high-end party.

"Will those be pure gold?" Harry couldn't help but think, and soon, he saw Zhou Yi. To be honest, it was very difficult for him to see where Zhou Yi was at a glance. That kind of appearance was even placed in the crowd. It is also easy to identify at a glance, not to mention that Zhou Yi is still sitting at a long table that seems to be full of teachers.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi didn't show any stern or blamed expression, but raised his eyebrows, like "I said it, you will do it", at this moment, Harry was a little suspicious that Zhou Yi was It's not like there is any magic like prophecy or divination, or why does it feel like Zhou Yi knows what will happen every time?

Then, under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, they stood in a row facing the seniors, with their backs to the teachers, all watching them, looking a bit horrifying, especially Harry, who heard Lots of little voices - look, that's the famous Harry Potter.

"Yeah, the famous Harry Potter broke a student's bones before the first day of school... Maybe he won't be able to enter school." Harry couldn't help thinking.

Until Professor McGonagall placed a stool in front of them, and a top wizard hat, which looked old, dirty, and had patches on it, and all eyes were on it. , the auditorium has also become quiet, so Harry is also staring at him, what is that hat for?

Soon, he knew, because the hat sang a long song that sounded weird with the meaning and tone of the lyrics, something like "If I find a better hat than me, I'll eat myself" "I am Noble Sorting Hat, I can see any of your thoughts." He also talked about the four academies, Gryffindor's bravery, courage, courage, chivalry; Hufflepuff's integrity, loyalty, perseverance and honesty; Ravenclaw The wisdom and erudition of Slytherin, and the insidious cunning of Slytherin... well, Harry didn't want to enter Slytherin even more.

"I feel that the Sorting Hat has a prejudice against Slytherin." Zhou Yi whispered to Flitwick next to him.

"Oh, there's no way around it, almost all the bad guys and mysterious people came out of Slytherin." Flitwick shook his head, "Also, I heard that the founder of Slytherin had The Sorting Hat's attitude is not friendly..."

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting," said Professor McGonagall. "Hannah Abbott!"

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