Chapter 78: Da Ying has its own national conditions here!
There have been countless conflicts in Hogwarts, ranging from conflicts between students to full-scale martial arts outbreaks between houses...
But those conflicts are mostly limited to the student level and rarely escalate to professors.
After all, the teachers are all very old and they are all colleagues. They look down when they see each other, and everyone except Snape is embarrassed.
Therefore, the semester has just started, and even before the branching has begun, the two professors are standing at the gate of the castle, confronting each other, tense and tit-for-tat... It is indeed rare.
The little wizards had had enough of it, so they just waved flags and raised their arms and shouted to support the two of them to fuck it right there with real sticks and guns.
Everyone has long been tired of watching the physical fight scenes between Potter and Malfoy, and now they are in urgent need of new and more exciting tricks.
Unfortunately, the sudden appearance of Professor McGonagall abruptly interrupted the foreplay between the two single old men, leaving all the students disappointed.
However, the students' enthusiasm remained undiminished. Even after arriving in the auditorium, they were still discussing the matter and speculating on the grievances between Snape and Black.
So much so that the Sorting Hat's annual "concert" has become the most inconspicuous event.
After the song ended, the Sorting Hat found that there was only sparse and perfunctory applause, and he protested dissatisfied:
"What's going on? Why can't everyone just listen to my song quietly?"
Professor Flitwick, who presided over the branch, stood beside the triangular stool and whispered:
"Maybe the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has arrived, which makes everyone a little excited."
"Don't new teachers come every year?" The Sorting Hat asked puzzledly: "It hasn't been like this before?"
"It seems that there was a conflict with Professor Snape." Professor Flitwick explained.
"Who is it? So bold?" the Sorting Hat asked with interest: "How dare you offend that stingy Snape?"
The Sorting Hat really doesn't know who the new professor is... In the first few years, it would still care about it, but then the position would be rotated every year... It wouldn't care anymore.
Who cares about a consumable?
"Sirius Black." Professor Flitwick lowered his voice and said, "He went to school here more than ten years ago, do you remember?"
"It turned out to be that guy, how could I forget!" The Sorting Hat gritted his teeth and cursed:
"Black stole me from the principal's office and took me to the Black Lake to wash myself... This bad guy was so bad that he oozed pus."
Professor Flitwick did not expect that the two sides still had such grudges. He glanced at the dirty Sorting Hat and said cautiously:
"There's nothing wrong with washing it, right?"
"How can my thousand-year-old old hat withstand the washing of the lake water." The Sorting Hat said angrily: "Moisture and coldness soaked into my cloth. I still have a fever and a very sore throat!"
"..." Is your illusion strong enough?
"Also... I was worn by Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw back then." The Sorting Hat muttered: "The smell has been washed away, and I am no longer the original hat."
"..."
Professor Flitwick was speechless. As the saying goes, the hat is like the person. The Sorting Hat looks like this. What should Gryffindor himself look like?
Seeing that Professor Flitwick was silent, the Sorting Hat felt bored and sighed:
"Filius, why are you here to sort the house, where is little Minerva?"
Professor Flitwick picked up the parchment and explained: "Professor McGonagall is temporarily busy."
"That's a pity." The Sorting Hat sighed: "She missed the most beautiful song of the year. I really feel sorry for her."
Professor Flitwick raised his eyebrows, but he felt that when he was given this task, Professor McGonagall did not look regretful, but instead seemed indescribably happy and relieved.
"How did I sing just now?" the Sorting Hat asked again: "Are the lyrics beautiful and the voice pure and flawless?"
Professor Flitwick wanted to say it was like noise, but being so direct might hurt the Sorting Hat's heart. He was an honest man and was not good at telling lies, so he said implicitly:
"Your songs... are as delicious as fermented shark meat."
"Shark meat?" The Sorting Hat has never eaten shark, but he knows it is a high-end product.
"Filius, although you are short, you are so well-spoken."
"..."
Professor Flitwick coughed, quickly read the list, and asked the little wizards to start sorting the houses.
While sorting into different houses, Hufflepuff students began to make up for their summer homework on a daily basis.
Usually at this time, Hannah and Susan are the most active, but tonight they were together, looking at something, and they were extremely fascinated.
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Luofu asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"
Hannah glanced around and lowered her voice: "It's the aftermath of the conflict between Snape and Professor Black... It was written by someone else, but I just bought it."
"Is there anyone else writing stuff?" Luo Fu came over with a surprised look on his face. He just glanced at a few lines of words and his vision suddenly went dark.
That piece of parchment was filled with words such as "Black forced Snape into the corner and gently stroked his hair", "Snape gently picked up Black from behind" and so on...
This is too fast, isn't it? Not long after the conflict ended, the small theater and CP of the two people were already circulating in Hogwarts?
Sure enough, corruption has its own national conditions here!
Luo Fu seemed to think of something, his face suddenly changed, and he said: "There is no article about me, right?"
"Why not." Hannah covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Since you entered school, you have been the main character in the most articles, and the girls are secretly circulating them."
"..."
"Rolf, if I'm to blame, it's because you're so good-looking." Susan teased, "You're prettier than many girls."
"..."
At this time, the sorting was over, and Professor Dumbledore stood up. He was wearing a gorgeous blue velvet robe, with stars embroidered with gold thread on his chest.
The old man's hair and beard were several feet long. He wore semicircular glasses and a sharply hooked nose.
"Welcome!" Professor Dumbledore said, and the light of the candle made his beard, which he had carefully combed with hair wax, shine.
"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts in the new school year! Before the dinner begins, I have a few things to say to you.
The first...and the most important thing."
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"The Dementors of Azkaban, in order to carry out the official duties of the Ministry of Magic, captured Peter Pettigrew. They will be stationed at all entrances to the school."
"During their stay, it is strictly forbidden for any student to leave the school quietly without permission, especially not to go to the Forbidden Forest, Hogsmeade and other places."
Having said this, Dumbledore's eyes swept across the four tables without stopping, but he paused a lot at Rove.
Luofu raised his head as if nothing had happened. He was as thick-skinned as a city wall, but he was thinking... He didn't mention me by name.
"The second thing..." Dumbledore continued: "After Professor Lockhart left, we once again found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...Professor Black!"
Sirius stood up, he smiled and said:
"People say that the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is cursed... When I was your age, I heard about this terrifying school legend.
I have also experienced some teachers being replaced on a whim.”
"Then it's time for one of you to ask... 'Professor Black, why did you come here if you knew the danger?'"
Not long after Sirius finished speaking, someone among the students seemed to be following him, shouting:
"Professor Black, if you know the danger, why do you still come?"
Everyone turned to look at the Gryffindor table and burst into laughter.
"Fred Weiss and George Weiss are here, right?" Sirius looked at the two students and said with a smile, "That's a good question."
"The reason is very simple... As you may know, I just came out of Azkaban." Sirius said with a wry smile:
"A middle-aged man who has just been released from prison, oh... is aggrieved, has no work experience, and is about to turn thirty-five... it is difficult to find a job in Hukou to support his family.
Whichever position I applied for, someone took one look at my resume, then looked at my age... and then asked me to go home and wait for news, and then... there was no news again."
The little wizards knew it was a joke, but they couldn't help but laugh again.
"Then, I asked myself a question." Sirius paused for a moment and continued: "Are Azkaban and Dementors more terrifying, or is the curse more terrifying?"
"I tell you... the former is more terrifying. Since I didn't die in Azkaban, what curse should I be afraid of?"
"I know that some people will call me stupid, and some people will call me brave... It doesn't matter what you think. After all, there is often a thin line between bravery and stupidity."
Sirius raised the corners of his mouth and said:
"In short, no matter what kind of curse this position is, I hope that I, a tough guy, can escape its clutches.
Thank you everyone.”
At this moment, everyone applauded desperately, including the Slytherin students.
