The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

It was none other than William.

The senior snakes applauded thunderously, and some junior students who didn't know who William was whispered.

"It's William, he looks normal." Lilith whispered in Moriarty's ear.

Because of Leon's report, everyone in Moriarty knew that William might be in some trouble.

Moriarty put on a happy expression, as happy to see an old acquaintance.

However, he had already been extremely vigilant, and William's biggest abnormality was that there was no abnormality!

Professor Dumbledore opened his arms, and William said with a smile: "Welcome, welcome you home again, our outstanding graduates, William, William Romotte!"

William was well dressed, with a brown wizard robe and a black hat, looking clean and decent.

Only Moriarty noticed William pale as he approached.

If Leon were here, he would blurt out that William was skinny.

Moriarty didn't know William as well as Leon did, so he didn't find out.

William walked over to Dumbledore, winking at Moriarty, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Dumbledore looked at the students with a broad smile, and stretched out his arms to them, nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing them all together.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words."

"First thing," Dumbledore said, putting his hand on William's shoulder, "This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is William Romotte, and I think most of you haven't met him.

But for old students, William is your old acquaintance. You should know about his accomplishments in Defense Against the Dark Arts. "

Dumbledore looked at the senior students of the four colleges, and when he arrived at the Snake Court, he and Moriarty exchanged a tacit look.

Moriarty was now sure that Dumbledore knew that William was possessed by Voldemort.

It's just that I don't know where Voldemort's remnant soul is-William didn't wrap the back of his head with a scarf, and he didn't smell bad garlic.

William waved again to the students, earning cheers from the seniors.

Seeing the freshmen blinking, the third-year Saldaya introduced: "Professor William is the Slytherin prefect four years ago, the Quidditch captain of our team, and the student chairman of Hogwarts."

Pan Xi's eyes lit up: "Our college has won six consecutive championships, and it started with Professor William's class, right?"

"That's right, and there will be seven consecutive championships this year. As long as there is a gentleman, the championship will always belong to Slytherin."

After speaking confidently, Saldaya turned to look at William.

William was giving a speech, and he was very genial, but Harry didn't listen, and it was as if a gene in his blood sprouted when he heard Quidditch.

"Longbottom, do you know what Quidditch is?"

"You don't want to play Quidditch, do you?" Neville looked Harry up and down, "I advise you not to try it lightly. I have always kept Quidditch at arm's length, and my grandma never let me play it."

Harry had to give up, and when William finished, Dumbledore went on: "Second thing, I want to say to everyone - idiots! Scream! Dregs! Twist!"

"thank you all!"

He sat down again.

At this time, the dinner plates in front of the students were full of food.

Harry was amazed, he had never seen so many of his favorite things on the table at once.

All kinds of delicacies exude attractive aromas, and the old people are used to it. They clapped and cheered hastily, and began to feast on it.

Harry's stomach growled, but he didn't know whether to laugh at Dumbledore's last words.

"Is he a little - a little crazy?"

Neville didn't answer this time, as he was listening to the conversation at the head of the long table with his neck stretched out.

The reason was that as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Lilith asked what Moriarty meant.

"There are two explanations for the interpretation of the language," Moriarty said, putting his favorite food on the plate gracefully. Clever, so they think students who don't get into Ravenclaw are idiots."

"Crying is a word commonly used by teenagers in English-speaking countries to mean 'fat', a term used by bad kids to insult and despise fatter peers. Gryffindor students are mostly brave and think that students from other houses are Not as brave as they are.

Residue is a term derived from the textile industry, which refers to the leftovers of cloth, which are small in size and can no longer be used to make useful items. Slytherins value wholeness and unity. In the eyes of the Slytherins, students from other colleges are not pure-blood wizards, but useless leftovers.

Can you guess who is referring to the last twist? Hufflepuff students will always do things with their heads down. The upright and hardworking Hufflepuff hopes that other colleges should adjust themselves and not be so screwy. "

The students nodded thoughtfully.

Moriarty said again: "Ha, apparently our Mr. Principal made another joke with us. The principal will not dislike his students, and remind us to be united with self-deprecating and ironic jokes, which is similar to the meaning of the sorting song .”

"Marcus, don't rush to stuff your mouth with roast pork legs. Pay attention to the way you eat."

The last sentence made people laugh, and Moriarty usually didn't remind others that Marcus was really hungry today and devoured it.

"Another explanation?" Lilith asked curiously, she was mixing a glass of red and green drink in her hand.

"That is interpreted from the perspective of Latin, combining the four words in Latin, that is—may Merlin bless you all!"

After finishing speaking, Moriarty kept silent and began to eat.

The little snakes also focused on their dinner. Jericho poured mashed potatoes and garlic into his mouth spoon by spoon, but glanced at the long Gryffindor table.

Oliver Wood of the Lion Court felt something, and raised his head to meet Jericho's eyes.

Jericho smiled: "It seems that the arrival of Professor William reminded us of the scene of playing Quidditch for the first time."

Wood nodded, this year he is in fifth grade, he has lost to Slytherin for four consecutive years, and will always be the second child.

The two raised their goblets in the air, causing many Quidditch players to interact with each other.

When William saw this scene, his eyes were full of nostalgia.

Suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his heart, and he turned his head stiffly to stare at Harry Potter.

After watching for a while, Harry seemed to notice it, and raised his head just in time to meet William's gaze.

For a split second, Harry felt as if he was looking into the eyes of a snake.

At the same time the scar on his forehead burned.

"Oops!" Harry put his hand to his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Neville asked.

"No—nothing."

Harry put his hand down and looked over again. William was already talking to a teacher with particularly smooth black hair, an aquiline nose, and sallow skin.

"Who was that teacher talking to Professor William?" Harry asked Neville.

Neville glanced at Professor Snape, and quickly lowered his head. Harry felt that Neville was a little afraid of that teacher, which was a little strange.

Pansy said proudly: "Who is he? Pot doesn't know him yet? He is Professor Snape, our dean! The master of potions at Hogwarts."

Harry didn't know why Pansy was targeting him, but he felt that Professor Snape didn't seem to like him at all.

Because Harry had long noticed that Professor Snape was staring at him, and staring into his eyes.

"What were they talking about?" Harry asked Neville again, as William and Snape had been talking.

Neville shook his head, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

"Why are you worrying about the professor? Pot!" Pansy insisted.

Harry looked at Marcus for help, but Marcus was busy cooking, Harry could only look at Moriarty, but Moriarty couldn't see Harry at all.

At this time, he was having an extreme tussle with Lilith about a new magical drink.

"No matter what you say I won't drink this."

"Not even black silk?"

"Who do you think I am, Moriarty!"

But they were soon interrupted by Tonks.

"Hey~ Bad boy, come and try this, I specially taught the house-elf to make whale soup, ah~"

Tonks dug out a spoonful of soup to feed Moriarty as he spoke, and added with a smile: "Drink this, I'm so horny~"

Moriarty smacked his lips, and patted Tonks's buttocks where no one was watching, "Wait for me in my bedroom at night."

"Dormitory?" Violet raised her head abruptly like clockwork, and said half asleep, "Okay, I'll go too."

The little snake sitting behind said belatedly: "Merlin was shocked! I didn't realize there was someone sitting here!"

Fortunately, they are used to it. Everyone knows that Violet is Moriarty's little tail.

Tonks' arrival was like a signal, Ravenclaw's Penelope and Slytherin's Gemma got up and walked towards Moriarty.

Many freshmen watched this scene curiously. Harry took a little bit of everything on the dinner plate and chewed it. Everything was delicious.

"Are they all Mr.'s girlfriends?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's nothing, sir is not shy about this, you can say it openly." Neville was eating sweets.

"Oh, why?" said Harry in shock. "I thought wizards were monogamous too."

Neville didn't know how to answer, and this involved his knowledge blind spot.

Pansy snorted disdainfully: "Sir, you want to strengthen the Slytherin family. Unlike Pott's family, the Slytherin family is pure blood among pure blood."

"Ahem," Soldaya coughed twice, and warned, "Don't say the word 'Mudblood'. The old student warned me the same way when I was a newborn."

Pansy suddenly became obedient, and Saldaya smiled again: "Compared with this, I think you should care more about your friend Draco."

The three of Pansy looked towards the Lion Court, and Draco was eating alone, mouthful after mouthful, apparently without appetite.

There is also such a freshman on the Slytherin long table, and he is Zabini.

Harry also noticed this, and tried to talk to Zabini, but within a few words, he suddenly found many little snakes staring at him coldly.

Neville pulled Harry closer, "Shut up and eat your own."

Harry suddenly felt a chill coming from the left side. He turned his head and found a gaunt, haggard ghost sitting beside him with silvery blood stains on his robes!

"ah!"

Harry stood up so startled that he almost knocked over the plate.

"Potter!"

Pansy screamed, as if she had any credit for Harry's mistake.

Soldaya hurriedly maintained order: "Sit down! This is the ghost of our academy, Lord Barrow. I'm sorry Sir, our freshmen are a bit timid."

Harry sat down awkwardly, the bloody Barrow stared at Harry for a while and then left, Harry felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.

Only then did he realize that many people looked at him with unkind eyes.

After a while, everyone finished eating and the plates were all gone. Percy led Ron in from one side, and Professor McGonagall took out the sorting hat again and sorted Ron into Gryffindor.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, added a few rules, and asked everyone to sing the school song.

Only the Weasley twins sang the entire school song to the tune of "Funeral March".

It made Moriarty think they were feeling sorry for Ron.

Finally, Dumbledore asked the prefects to lead the new students back to the common room of each college.

Moriarty stood up.

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