It was not Jon who asked the question, but Neville.
He seemed to be unfamiliar with the smiling old man who looked like a fat walrus brought back by Lily. He turned to the girl who just called out "Professor Slughorn" and asked.
The senior girl introduced Neville.
"He is Professor Horace Slughorn. Last semester, he taught our Defense Against the Dark Arts class and History of Magic at Hogwarts. However, he left Hogwarts last year due to important matters.
Watts, Professor Dumbledore took the time to teach our Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic classes. Unexpectedly, Professor Slughorn came back this year. His affairs should have been taken care of."
After listening to her explanation, Neville had a look of surprise on his face.
"Did he also serve as the dean of Slytherin College before Hogwarts Castle fell? My father seemed to have mentioned him to me."
Jon listened to their conversation silently.
Naturally, he knew Slughorn. What impressed him most was that he told Voldemort the information about the Horcruxes in the original work. Moreover, he was a man who was very afraid of death, but in the end he still stood for justice.
of the party.
It seems that his position in this world has not changed. Even if Hogwarts under Dumbledore's leadership has reached its current situation, he still comes here to be a professor wanted by the Ministry of Magic.
As the night grew darker, with the cooperation of a group of students, they prepared a sumptuous meal.
Dumbledore waved his wand and conjured a long table and chairs on the beach that were big enough for everyone, and students and professors took their seats one after another.
By now, basically everyone on this carriage had gathered together, and Jon had a chance to count all the students in this exile school.
The academic cycle of Hogwarts is still seven years, and this has not changed. There are only five first-year students in his class, and even if the other grades have a slightly larger number, they are not much larger.
There are only ten students in a grade at most, and the fewest are five or six like Jon and his group, and the entire magic school has only forty or fifty students.
Even in a society with a small population like the wizarding world, this is a very pitiful number.
As for the professors in the school, they can be counted on one hand.
Lily Potter, who teaches Potions and part-time elective courses for senior students; Minerva McGonagall, who is the vice-principal and also teaches Transfiguration and Herbology; Filius, who teaches Charms and Astronomy
·Flitwick; Horace Slughorn, who just returned today, should continue to serve in his previous position, teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts and the History of Magic.
These four are all the professors who currently have teaching jobs in Ma Chai.
Others include Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, coachman Rubeus Hagrid and carriage manager Argus Filch.
Of course, the number of teachers is far less than the number in Hogwarts Castle in the original book, so both Lily and Professor McGonagall have multiple roles.
But also because there are fewer students, their work intensity is actually not bad, and they will not be so busy that their feet are not even touching the ground.
The bonfires dancing around lit up the beach, and the soothing sound of the waves was like a symphony orchestra playing soft classical music, adding an elegance that was not there to the dinner party.
What students liked most about Dumbledore as headmaster was that he never gave boring speeches on occasions that made people happy.
This old man who was over 100 years old with gray hair and beard raised the wine glass in his hand. He did not make a long speech or make any tearful speech, he just spoke loudly.
"Thank you for the delicious food you prepared, so please enjoy them happily."
The moist and salty sea breeze cannot cover up the aroma of the food itself.
Although it was in England, the food at the dinner was of course not just French fries and fried fish. Jon had never tasted the craftsmanship of those house elves, but he felt that the onion soup and grilled fish were made by those senior students.
It also tastes very good with mashed potatoes.
"...I've always heard from George and Fred that the most annoying person on the carriage was that Filch."
The freshmen naturally sat together on the long table. While eating grilled sausages, Ron quietly pointed his eyes at them where the carriage manager with an unfavorable expression was sitting.
"He always likes to use chicken feathers as arrows, and he never has a good look on people. He seems to want to hang up those who just make the slightest mistake and whip them with a whip!"
Ron has three older brothers who all go to school at Hogwarts, so he obviously knows the school's conditions much better than Neville.
During the meal, he was always telling the other freshmen about the various interesting things on the carriage that he heard from his brother.
The dinner table was full of laughter and laughter. Even though they were all fugitives wanted by the Ministry of Magic, there was not much depression or dullness among this group of young and energetic boys and girls.
This proves that Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix really protect them very well, and no matter how difficult the situation is, they must keep the seeds of hope.
Old wands stained with blood and faith will appear in the wooden cabinet in the principal's office, but their significance in this world is far from disappearing with their old friends.
Instead, I was picked up again by young hands and walked forward on a road full of thorns, unable to see the future, but full of hope.
After the dinner, Dumbledore told the students some changes in the new semester.
"I'm delighted that five new students have joined us, and that our old friend Professor Slughorn has also settled some of his own personal affairs and returned to us as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Professor of History of Magic.
position."
"Tonight will represent a new beginning for us, and there is no time more worthy of celebration than this time."
He held the wand full of knots in his right hand and raised it high to the sky. A cluster of jubilant ribbons spurted out from the tip of the wand. His bright blue eyes looked at the students on the long table, full of traces of time.
A happy smile appeared on Hen's face.
"So why don't we do a song?"
This sentence is like a code that everyone except Jon and the other freshmen knows.
Everyone on both sides of the long table, whether professors or students, stood up from their chairs, and the freshmen also stood up with confused faces.
"Hogwarts~Hogwarts~"
The old principal started the song with his bright voice, and the students below also sang the song in uniform tune.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts,
Please give us knowledge,
No matter we are bald old people
Or the child who injured his knee in a fall,
our minds can accept
Some interesting things.
Because now our brains are empty and full of air,
Dead flies and trifles,
Teach us some valuable knowledge,
Give us back what we have forgotten,
You just need to do your best and leave the rest to us.
We will study hard until we turn into dust.
......."
Jon had never heard this version of the Hogwarts school song. It was neither sad nor cheerful. It was like a seagull that had been occupied by the beach and had no place to stay, circling sadly on the coast.
The singing was so melodious that he couldn't help but join in the chorus.
He looked up at the extremely bright night sky, thinking for no reason.
There are no ancient castles, no warm auditoriums, no expected courtyards, no magical ghosts, and nothing that should be there.
But here there is the sea, the starry sky, the carriage, and a group of loving people.