Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 81: Dumbledore’s warning
"So it seems that I did a good thing?" Malfoy stroked his chin.
"Yeah, maybe she likes you all the time." Pansy said slightly sourly.
"Ah, do you think the smell here is a bit heavy?" Malfoy decided to avoid the subject and referred to the unpleasant smell in the car instead.
I haven’t paid much attention yet. Malfoy mentioned it. Pansy immediately noticed the unpleasant smell from the carriage. It was a faint musty smell and the smell of straw, which made Pansy feel as if he was in it. On a farm in a remote rural area in England, the bumps from time to time made her a little sicker.
"The air is fresh!" Malfoy waved his wand, making the smell in the car feel better.
I have to admit that the convenience of wizards in daily life is much higher than that of ordinary Muggles. This is a fact.
Malfoy suddenly felt that his shoulder was leaned up by something. It turned out that Pansy fell asleep again. She is really tired today. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is exhausted.
The carriage continued to roll forward. In front of them was a pair of magnificent cast iron gates. On both sides were many stone pillars. One end had a winged wild boar. Two tall, turbaned dementors stood guarding by the gates , The surroundings were cold and dark, and there was always a depressive aura. When he passed by, Malfoy lighted the light of the patron saint in the carriage, he felt sensitively, and the two dementors also backed away in disgust. A few steps.
"Don't worry, you will soon find what you deserve." Malfoy clenched his fists, and made the final decision on the fate of these evil magical creatures.
The carriage stepped onto a slanting lane, and the night qi pulling the carriage increased its speed. Many corner towers and towers gradually approached them, and finally the carriage swayed to a stop.
He and Pansy slowly got out of the carriage and walked up the stone steps, past the huge oak door, and then to the deep front hall. In order to take care of Pansy, Malfoy slowed down as much as possible. Stepping, Malfoy looked into the hall through a small door and found that the inside was not particularly bright, as if the magical ceiling had failed.
"I'll take you to Mrs. Pomfrey first." Malfoy said to Pansy. He saw Pansy's face getting paler, and he seemed to faint at any time. It would be safer to find a school doctor.
"Well, Pansy nodded nicely."
After placing Pansy in place, Malfoy had the time to attend the freshmen's sorting ceremony, but it should be over. They had lost a lot of time just now.
went down the stairs and came to the auditorium. Malfoy glanced at it. The pointed hat formed a black ocean. The faces of the students were illuminated by the candles suspended above the table. As expected, Professor Flitwick. Shi Zheng walked out of the auditorium with an old hat and triangular stool, which meant that the branching ceremony was over.
Malfoy walked quietly and swiftly to the Slytherin table. Many students took off their hats and gestured when they saw him, as a sign of respect. Some freshmen were also polite to their seniors. They saluted in this way, even though they were ignorant of why they did it, a few people stood up just to give Malfoy a seat.
"The charm of prestige." Malfoy sighed silently, not knowing sarcasm or more complicated emotions surging in his heart.
Professor Dumbledore on the stage stood up and prepared to speak, so all the students stopped their whispers.
Professor Dumbledore looks very old. But now he can still be described as energetic, always giving students and teachers an energetic impression. His hair and beard are several feet long, he wears semi-circular glasses, and his nose is quite hooked. In addition to the freshmen, most Hogwarts students respect him, and the freshmen also have many things that grew up listening to his legend.
"Welcome!" Professor Dumbledore said, his beard gleaming in the light of the candle. "Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year! I have a few words to say to all of you, one of which is very important and serious. I think it’s better to do it before you get confused by this delicious meal. Make it clear."
After that, Dumbledore said again about the dementors stationed outside Hogwarts. Even if he didn’t like these evil magical creatures dangling around the school, it was an order from the Ministry of Magic. If you don't want to fall out with the Ministry of Magic and maintain harmony on the bright side, you can only choose to endure.
So he deliberately emphasized the importance of safety, reminded the prefects, and gave a few students who often violate school rules a warning look.
Percy of the Weasleys raised his chest and looked around, showing the majesty of the prefect, leaving a deep impression on many students. Dumbledore looked around and found No one spoke, so he cleared his throat and began the next words.
"It is more pleasant," he continued. "This year, I am very happy to welcome two new teachers to our team."
"The first one is Professor Lupin. He graciously agreed to fill the vacancy in the course of Defence Against the Dark Arts."
There were only scattered, not very enthusiastic applause among the students, and the students in the car with him just now clapped enthusiastically, because his patron saint curse protected everyone.
As for other students, they don’t know anything about it. Humans are visual animals. Compared to other well-dressed teachers, Lupin’s clothes seem too shabby. Maybe he can beat him only in terms of cleanliness. Pass Snape, this makes many students' first impression of him not very good.
And Snape's eyes have been staring at Lupin along the long table of the faculty members. His eyes are deep and dark. Of course, this is not because Snape feels that their dress styles may be similar. Feelings, on his sallow and thin face, are full of distorted expressions, which are abominations that exceed anger.
Since there are houses of love and black, there will also be houses of hatred and black.
If Snape hated James the most in the group of four, this should not be denied, then it is normal for the other three to be jointly hated as part of a small group.
At the time, Lupin was entrusted by Dumbledore as the prefect, but he didn't seem to play much role in the relationship between classmates. James and Snape should hate or hate, and should a duel be a duel.
Of course, this point of negligence does not matter. The grievances between the two cannot be resolved by simple mediation.
Snape wouldn't give Lupin a good face anyway.
"As for the second teacher we appointed," Dumbledore continued, "Well, I regret to tell you that Professor Keitelburn, our teacher of Protecting Magical Creatures, retired at the end of last year in order to have more Spend more time with his remaining little mischief. However, I am happy to say that it is not someone else, but Ruber Hagrid to fill his vacancy. Hagrid has agreed to serve as a teacher in addition to serving as a hunting field guard. ."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron glanced at each other, and were surprised. The unhappiness of the previous few people was temporarily put aside. They applauded enthusiastically. Not long ago, Hermione and Ron were still helping Crewe. Keshan argued about the danger of Scab, but now they are all happy for Hagrid, letting go of their grievances.
So the applause on the Gryffindor table became particularly intense.
"Isn't that big man once said to be the mastermind of the murder? Such a person is a gift to be a guard, how can he be our teacher?" The students on the Slytherin desk began to steal Whispering, such a reaction was naturally expected by Dumbledore.
"Quiet." Dumbledore's voice was unusually loud and full of breath. "During this holiday, I have the honor to invite Mrs. Maxime, the principal of Boothbatten School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Mr. Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang, as a notary ~IndoMTL.com~ and invited the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. After another judgment and ruling, it finally came to the conclusion that there was another murderer in the case fifty years ago, and that Mr. Hagrid was innocent. Soon we will get his innocent announcement in the Daily Prophet."
"I can imagine that the position of this news will not be very big." Ron is a little depressed, and his father often complains about certain styles of the Ministry of Magic. This kind of self-slapped information will definitely be placed in the corner. And try not to occupy the space. It was already the biggest concession for them. Ron figured it out immediately. In short, Hagrid's grievances were washed away, which was a good thing for them.
All of them cast their eyes on Hagrid. He was flushed, staring at his big hands. His smile was hidden in his messy black beard, and Hagrid stared at them. After a while, I can't help grinning more happily.
Malfoy can only sigh, Hagrid is not enough to be a good teacher in every aspect, but there is no way for the principal to speak in person.
"Well, I think the important things are over," Dumbledore said, "Let’s start eating."
The golden plates and goblets in front of the students were suddenly full of food and drinks. They were so hungry that they began to pick up the food in front of them and ate them. Cheers, laughter and knives and forks echoed in the auditorium. The collision sound, perhaps the new teacher did not satisfy them so much, the arrival of the Dementor also cast a shadow on Hogwarts, but the excitement and excitement of the beginning of school made them ignore all this for the time being.