r18novel Chapter 626 Two New Professors?
Chapter 626 Two New Professors?
Chapter 626 Two New Professors?
This year's opening banquet was just as lively as before. Everyone seemed to have endless topics to talk about, and even though they had been chatting all the way, they still didn't want to stop.
Compared to before, this lively atmosphere lacked some of the joy.
Soon, Professor McGonagall arrived with the new students. The Sorting Hat shook its brim on the triangular stool and, as usual, began to sing the song it had been brewing for a year.
This time, however, instead of introducing Hogwarts to everyone through its lyrics, it suggested that everyone unite to fight against Voldemort, their common enemy.
Next came the Sorting Ceremony.
No matter when, the arrival of new students in a college is always a cause for celebration. As the Sorting Hat loudly calls out the names of each college, the atmosphere in the auditorium becomes increasingly enthusiastic, with applause ringing out continuously.
The young wizards' initial nervousness was quickly dispelled by enthusiastic applause.
The dinner after the branch campus was also plentiful.
The pheasant meat provided by Slughorn was delicious, but the quantity was too small, with each person receiving only a small portion.
Xilun hadn't eaten enough at noon, and after being hungry all the way, he felt like he could eat a whole cow.
After the main course came dessert, with various glistening puddings and sweet chocolate cakes replacing the roast chicken and fried pork chops, appearing on glittering golden plates.
After all the desserts had disappeared, Dunsilido stood up from behind the teachers' table.
"Good evening," he said with a smile, opening his arms as if to embrace the entire auditorium.
"What happened to his hand!" Hermione asked in astonishment.
Not only her, but many people saw it: when Dumbledore opened his arms, his charred, withered, and lifeless right hand was revealed from his sleeve.
A murmur rippled through the hall, but Dumbledore seemed oblivious, continuing to smile at everyone.
He didn't explain, but simply shook his purple and gold sleeves to cover his injured hand.
"Oh, here we go again," Xilun said suddenly as he put down his cutlery.
"What did you just say?" Hermione asked.
"No, it's nothing," Siren said, pressing hard on his pocket.
Ever since Dumbledore revealed his injured right hand, his wand, Silvermane, has been buzzing incessantly like a provoked bull, as if it might leap out of his pocket at any moment.
Xilun had to use one hand to press it down firmly.
The others were still discussing Dumbledore's hand; for some reason, just seeing the injury from a distance made them feel very uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey at the university hospital will definitely have a way—probably," Harry said, his voice growing softer and softer.
Because his hands were like this a month ago when Dumbledore went to the Dursleys' house to find him, and they are still like this now.
Does Mrs. Pomfrey really have a solution?
"Don't worry, it's just a minor, insignificant problem," Dumbledore said casually, seemingly unconcerned about his hand.
"But there's something even more surprising this year—my old colleague, Professor Slughorn, has agreed to return to his old profession and continue teaching Potions at Hogwarts."
"Potions class?"
"Potions class?"
No one applauded; everyone was repeating the same word while wondering if they had misheard.
"Meanwhile, Professor Snape," Dumbledore raised his voice, drowning out the murmurs, "will become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"No!" Harry's voice was so loud that many people looked over, including Snape in the teachers' table.
He didn't speak, he just stared coldly at Harry.
But Harry didn't care about any of that. He thought that by giving up Potions, he could get rid of Snape. But he didn't expect that Snape would also give up Potions and become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
What's the point of the new timetable he chose before?
However, Dumbledore still did not explain these things.
"The administrator, Filch, asked me to tell everyone that this year, students are absolutely prohibited from bringing any products purchased from Weasley's Wizarding Tricks."
"Students who want to join the college Quidditch team, remember to give your name to the headmaster. We are also looking for a new Quidditch commentator. If you are interested, please register with the headmaster."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, his blue eyes swept over all the students, and then a smile appeared on his face.
"Alright, your beds are waiting for you, just as warm and comfortable as you expected. Goodnight—"
Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. As Dumbledore walked out of the Great Hall through the side door, the commotion with the silver mane gradually subsided and eventually fell completely silent. Like countless other normal wands, it sat quietly in his pocket.
With a screech of chairs scraping against the floor, everyone stood up, and hundreds of students began to file out of the auditorium and head towards their dormitories.
Siren finally found Malfoy in the crowd.
As a prefect, he was far less competent than Hermione, completely ignoring the first-year students. He simply rushed out of the Great Hall in a panic and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Pity.
Siren and the others returned to the Gryffindor common room. They were discussing the Quidditch selections and the new commentator.
The previous commentator was Lee Jordan, but he has graduated, so a new one needs to be chosen this year.
Many people wanted to try, such as Harry's roommates Dean and Seamus. They loved Quidditch, but due to their limited talent, they were not selected to be part of the team, and it is highly unlikely that they will be selected in the future.
They wanted to get involved, and becoming a commentator seemed like a good option, especially since it didn't require any talent; anyone could do it.
As a result, many people were tempted and didn't even want to wait until the next day, so they left the common room to register with Professor McGonagall.
Ron seemed a little tempted as well.
Being a commentator is too easy. Although he has never held a similar position, he has seen Lee Jordan. All he has to do is speak like the commentator.
Wait, how did Lee Jordan commentate on the game again? Ron couldn't quite remember for a moment. He only remembered that most of the time Professor McGonagall would remind Lee Jordan to focus on commentating on the game and not to talk about topics unrelated to the game.
That makes it even simpler.
But what troubled Ron was that he wanted to be a real Quidditch player.
He joined the team last year, but due to poor performance, he was relegated to the bench by then-captain Angelina Jensen. Ron didn't want to be a substitute anymore; he wanted to continue playing.
Moreover, he has a huge advantage this year—Angelina Jensen has also graduated, and Harry, his best friend, is the captain of the Quidditch team this year.