On the rostrum, Dumbledore knocked on the golden cup, and the crisp sound echoed back and forth in the entire auditorium. This is the principal's speech!
The students quickly fell silent, and Weston quickly walked to the Ravenclaw table and found an empty seat to sit down.
"Welcome!" Dumbledore opened his arms with a warm smile on his face, "I have only one thing to say to everyone, and that is -"
"Idiot, crying, scum, screw it! Thank you everyone!"
After saying that, Dumbledore sat down with a smile.
The moment he sat down, the originally empty dining table was suddenly filled with food. Roasted potatoes, fried pork chops, roast goose, fire-roasted chicken, fried chicken legs...
One delicacy after another appeared in everyone's eyes, and for a while, the entire hall was filled with a rich aroma.
"Hey, why is yours different from ours?" A crisp voice sounded in Weston's ears.
Weston turned around and looked, and it turned out that next to him was the little girl Penello.
"It's simple, because they know I'm back!" Weston smiled mysteriously.
"They?" Penello caught the word.
"Yes, you will see it!" Weston ended the topic simply.
"Tch, that's inexplicable!" Penello wrinkled her pretty little nose, a little dissatisfied, but didn't ask any further.
Weston moved his finger, and a thin pancake flew over. At the same time, shredded green onions, cucumber strips, and pasta sauce all flew on top of the pancake. With a flick of his finger, two pieces of roast duck also fell on the top of the pancake. Weiss
I closed my hands slightly inward, and the thin pancake rolled up automatically.
Penello accidentally saw Weston's operation and his eyes suddenly widened.
Huh? Weston felt the little girl staring at him, feeling a little strange, and subconsciously asked: "Why, do you want some too?"
With that said, he picked up the rolled pancake and stuffed it directly into Penello's open mouth.
"Well -" Penello was stunned by Weston's actions, and then wanted to curse. How could he treat a girl like this?
I was about to say something, but accidentally bit off the thin pancake...
So delicious!
"What else?" Weston asked with a smile, looking at Penello's eyes that glanced at him from time to time.
Penello blushed a little, but nodded honestly.
Weston smiled, followed the same pattern, and rolled out several more copies.
The two of them were eating happily here, and accidentally heard a freshman opposite asking a senior: "Senior, do you know what the principal said just now?"
"This..." the senior thought for a moment, "To be honest, many people are discussing this issue. Professor Dumbledore talks about it once a year, but no one knows what he wants to say.
"
"However, he has always been a little crazy. It will be fine if you get used to it! After all, great wizards always have some quirks!"
Penello, who was listening secretly, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard this answer. Seeing that Weston didn't care at all, he felt inexplicably unhappy.
"Hey!" Penello kicked him, "Aren't you curious about what the principal said?"
"What are you talking about?" Weston put the last piece of roast duck into his mouth and secretly admired that the house elves' craftsmanship had improved again.
"It's that idiot who screwed up something! Do you know what that means?" Penello asked.
"I know, it's a very simple question, isn't it?" Weston shrugged lightly.
"Easy?" Penello doubted his hearing.
"Yeah, it's a very simple Scrabble game!" Weston picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, wiped his hands, picked up a glass of lemon juice, and drank it slowly.
Penello looked at Weston's careless attitude and suspected that he was pretending. His charming red phoenix eyes stared straight at him.
Weston looked at Penello's expression and knew that she didn't understand. He thought for a moment, then stretched out a finger and shouted softly: "Watch!"
"nitwit!"
"Blubber!"
"Oddment!"
"Tweak!"
Weston wrote all these words in the air, and the words just stayed in the air. Then, he waved his hand gracefully, and some letters were deformed, and the others were regrouped together to form
One sentence——
"May Merlin bless you (merlino volens benedicat tibi!)"
"Of course, there is another meaning. It's just the four houses of Hogwarts."
“Hufflepuffs are fools;
Ravenclaws are all nerds and can only cry;
Slytherins are useless;
Gryffindors are all naughty!"
"To put it simply, it's just a kind of black humor from our principal, although most people wouldn't laugh at this humor!"
After Weston finished speaking briefly, he couldn't help but complain.
In his opinion, Dumbledore was okay in other aspects, but his humor aspect was simply negative, yet he always wanted to be humorous!
This habit is exactly the same as the more out-of-tune people love to sing!
Maybe, this is his down-to-earth side? Weston thought with some uncertainty.
"Bah bang bang..." Dumbledore noticed Weston's movements, clapped his hands happily, and said loudly: "I knew, Weston, the two of us always have something in common.
language!"
As he said that, he raised his hand and toasted Weston with a glass of wine.
You and I have a common language of wool! Weston muttered secretly. But in public, you still have to save some face for him!
Weston raised his glass helplessly and drained the lemon juice in one gulp. The cool taste flowed down his esophagus and into his stomach. It was so refreshing that he couldn't help but feel chilled.
When Dumbledore saw this, he laughed unscrupulously!
Bah, you old bee! Weston rolled his eyes covertly.
The banquet gradually progressed until the last student put down the tableware and Dumbledore stood up again.
"Everyone has eaten and drank enough! Before going to sleep, I have a few more things to tell you!"
"First, let's welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - Professor Bailey Nicola!"
After the applause, Dumbledore emphasized some disciplines such as not being allowed to approach the Forbidden Forest, not allowed to travel at night, etc.
"Finally, let us welcome our house elves as they present us with our new school song! For this, I would like to thank Mr. Weston, who composed this song!"
Damn it! Lao Deng, you are trying to cause trouble! Weston suddenly felt a little dizzy.
With all the teachers and students watching, Weston could only stand up with a wry smile and walked to the front of the auditorium, where the house elves were already ready!
The sound of music followed Weston's conductor, and I remembered that maybe the freshmen of this class will never forget how much limelight there was on this night when there was once a guy who was so good that people couldn't even envy him.