The Trinity of Harry Potter

Harry sat in the auditorium again, surrounded by his chattering classmates, which made him feel relaxed that he had not seen for a long time.

Damn it, didn’t I just come back from vacation? Why do I feel so tired?

The sorting ceremony began soon, and this time the Sorting Hat sang a new song.

The general content is the characteristics of the four colleges and a piece of advice.

As the war approaches, the four colleges must unite to overcome the difficulties together.

In the minds of the students, this is the first time the Sorting Hat has tried to give advice to Hogwarts.

Harry and Malfoy looked at each other at the same time, their brows twitching.

Unity? Bah!

The sorting was over and Dumbledore stood up.

"New classmates, welcome to Hogwarts. Old classmates, it's nice to see you again."

The little wizards applauded thunderously.

As usual, countless delicacies dropped from the sky, and both new and old students began to fill their stomachs with excitement.

"Why isn't Hagrid in the staff seat? I didn't see him at the door just now. I thought he was taking care of magical creatures." Harry didn't do anything, he was a little restless.

"Maybe he's like Kano, who went out on business because of a mission." Hermione guessed, "He won't leave for no reason. Maybe he will come back soon."

Harry had no choice but to put aside his worries and eat first before talking.

"Hermione, how is your House Elf Rights Promotion Association?" Ron's mouth was full when he suddenly remembered such a thing.

Hermione curled her lips: "I gained valuable experience."

The trio are all familiar with this, and Kano often tells them that when the thing at hand doesn't go well or even fails, and you don't want to admit it when others ask, you can just say this.

The two of them were careful not to ask any more questions, but Hermione couldn't help but complain first.

"They don't want salary, nor do they want rest. Kano said that this is their nature, and even if they want to change, they can't be too anxious."

Hermione was a little crazy: "They have almost no desires as normal creatures."

"Don't they even have the desire to eat delicious food?" Ron asked in surprise.

"The delicacies in your mouth are all made by them, and they are very satisfied with the leftovers." Hermione was a little discouraged.

"Sigh, but there are still outliers like Dobby among the house elves. Even for them, I have to persevere."

Harry wisely changed the subject.

After the dinner, Dumbledore delivered a more serious opening speech than before.

"What happened during the Triwizard Tournament last year must still be fresh in everyone's memory. Although the Death Eaters and Voldemort's black hands did not reach into Hogwarts in the end, Voldemort was indeed resurrected in full view of the public."

The little wizards whispered to each other, but they didn't look too scared.

The scene where Kano and Voldemort were evenly matched, even faintly suppressing each other, was too impactful, and it was constantly exaggerated by everyone during the holidays, leading to some blind optimism among the young wizards now.

Although adult wizards are well aware of Voldemort's terrifying power, this time the Ministry of Magic withstood the Death Eaters' destruction, so public sentiment was generally stable.

In other words, the adult wizards are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and have not completely let down their guard. The young wizards are now a little in a daze, and Dumbledore must give them a slap.

After all, once the situation changes, underestimating the enemy and being lazy will cost many people their lives.

"In the past four months, Death Eaters have been dispatched more than 60 times. On average, there will be an attack every two days."

Dumbledore glanced at the confused faces of the young wizards seriously: "A total of more than thirty Aurors were injured, and two of them unfortunately died in the line of duty."

"No civilians were killed, but seven people were injured. Among them was even the former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge."

"He was hit by Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse. Although there was no serious injury, he still has some symptoms of heart palpitations and insomnia."

"I want to tell you that the war is not about to begin, but has already begun."

"Let us observe a moment of silence for the heroes who died in battle."

The atmosphere in the auditorium became solemn, and everyone stood up to observe silence.

After a while, Dumbledore motioned for everyone to sit down.

"We have to prepare ourselves and polish ourselves. Whether it's fight or flight, we have to become more professional."

"But we have you and Kano!" a Hufflepuff student shouted from below.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "From the moment we pick up the wand, our destiny is already under our control."

"Professor Alastor Moody submitted his resignation to me and has been re-employed by the Ministry of Magic to fight on the front line against Voldemort."

"So this year, I invited..." Dumbledore stretched his hand to the well-dressed old Crouch beside him, "Mr. Barty Crouch, to be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Old Crouch stood up and nodded slightly to the students with a solemn expression.

The little wizards collectively lost their voices, feeling like they were experiencing a funeral.

Old Crouch's dress, expression and movements are all too hellish.

"You will learn a lot of practical knowledge from him. During the last Wizarding War, he was active on the front line." Dumbledore introduced.

"You learned Occlumency with this guy for a whole holiday?" Ron opened his mouth. "It's exactly like Snape with his mouth closed."

"No, there are still some differences." Harry explained awkwardly, "His expression may be scary, but his character is much better than Snape's."

Old Crouch's teaching attitude was meticulous, and although he was also very demanding, Harry was still very grateful to him.

"I think there's a big difference," Fred interjected, "His stern look looks more like Percy."

George endured a smile and complained softly: "That guy Percy discovered that after the Triwizard Tournament, a large part of his authority suddenly disappeared."

"Now he's scratching his head and thinking about how to express himself."

"I agree, he is completely different from Snape." Ginny interrupted seriously, "His hair is well-combed and not greasy at all."

This sentence was so loud that half of the Gryffindor students had to bend down and try hard to control their smiles.

Snape's eyes suddenly turned to this side, glaring dangerously at several people.

Harry felt like he was looking at himself up and down, wondering what he was thinking.

Then, Snape's eyes turned to Old Crouch. The two people's eyes intertwined in the air, seeming to create a shining fire.

Snape was a Death Eater who was saved by Dumbledore, and Crouch had always disliked him.

Old Crouch came out of nowhere and took away the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Snape thought it would be his turn this year, but he didn't expect to be cut off again.

"Maybe there will be something good this year." Ron smiled as he watched the two of them fighting in the distance.

"I would rather they focus on teaching." Hermione sighed.