Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 270 The case is solved, everything is the fault of Senior Riddle!

There were no accidents on the Hogwarts Express this year, at most there was a small conflict in the middle of the train——

For some reason, Ron and his two roommates, Seamus and Dean, suddenly got into a fight with Malfoy and his inseparable pair of henchmen.

No one could tell why this conflict broke out, after all Ron had been desperately trying to put his fist in Malfoy's mouth.

But the students still compiled a decent version based on some clues.

When the reason came to Harry, the girl who came to gossip told Harry very confidently that the conflict between the two parties was because Ron secretly wore women's clothing in the box to show his roommate, but Malfoy just happened to find out.

This reason is very...outrageous, but when you think about it carefully, it is inexplicably reasonable.

It can only be said that I have my own national conditions!
But the six of them hadn't been fighting for long when they happened to bump into the Weasley twins who were peddling items along the aisle.

So poor Malfoy became a showpiece of prank products logically, and made the students around him very happy.

The squabble drew even the prefects and the Head Boys over, and ended with Malfoy threatening to tell his father about it.

With the rapid passage of time, the Hogwarts Express finally arrived at the station.

It's been a holiday, and Hogsmeade Station is still so dilapidated.

When the train pulled into the station, the rain outside was heavier than in the morning, and it was crackling against the ground.

A familiar voice echoed on the platform:

"First-year freshmen! First-year freshmen come here!"

Hagrid yelled, waving the pink umbrella in his hand.

This umbrella is actually very big for ordinary people, but compared with Hagrid, it looks petite and exquisite.

So Hagrid simply chose not to hold an umbrella, anyway, this umbrella can only keep his hair from getting so wet anyway.

Harry used Transfiguration to prop up a big umbrella, and after greeting Hagrid, she led Hermione towards the Thestral carriage.

Ginny and Luna, who hadn't passed the Transfiguration technique, trotted all the way, following closely behind the senior sister, so as not to be drenched again.

After getting into the carriage, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, the clothes didn't get too wet."

"This kind of rainy day is not suitable for school at all, but it is suitable for lying in bed, listening to the sound of heavy rain outside, and reading interesting magic books."

Ginny was still nodding her head when she heard Hermione's words, but when she heard the last sentence, her head froze instantly.

In such a fine weather, shouldn't you lie in bed and play cards or read novels?What the hell is reading a magic book?Is this the world of Xueba?

The Thestral carriage started.In the sound of the squalling wind and rain, the sound of the Thestral's hooves hitting the ground was extremely indistinct.

The carriage passed through the gate of Hogwarts with winged boar sculptures on both sides, drove along the wide driveway, and finally stopped in front of the stone steps.

At this time, the oak door was wide open, and it was crowded with people.

The people behind desperately want to go in, while the people in front try hard to retreat.

Harry tiptoed to look into the foyer, and found that it had become half of the underwater world at this time.

Peeves was floating above the hallway, stretching out his translucent tongue, laughing strangely, and constantly throwing water-filled balloons.

But when it turned its gaze to the door, and was about to shoot towards the most crowded place, it suddenly saw the eye-catching pair of green eyes behind the door.

Peeves felt as if someone had poured cold water on his head. He shivered all over, and his desire to play mischief disappeared.

He threw the water polo in the direction farthest from Harry, and then decisively chose to get into the wall.

This is the student that Lord Bloodman Barrow specifically told him to strictly prohibit himself from provoking.

Lord Peeves is so wise that he doesn't want to die at all.This kind of existence, it dare not offend!

After walking quickly into the auditorium, it is still so majestic and brilliant.

Thousands of candles in the sky glow far brighter than they should, reflecting the sparkle on the saucers and goblets on the table.

Luna walked towards the long table in Ravenclaw, Ginny also separated from the two seniors, and she was going to find her roommate.

After taking a seat at the long table in Gryffindor, Hermione looked at the teacher's seat immediately.

Except for the seats of Professor McGonagall and Hagrid, the other seats were full of people.

"...Wait, I seem to have missed a seat just now." Hermione squinted at an empty seat,
"If I remember correctly, there should be... the position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Why is the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts vacant this year? Didn't find a suitable successor?"

Angelina, who had already sat down beside her, immediately followed Hermione's line of sight with interest, and then couldn't help but slapped her mouth:
"Professor Dumbledore still can't find a wizard who is willing to take over this position?"

"It seems that this year, the game will finally be decided."

Then she caught a glimpse of the searching gazes of the two little witches, and patiently explained:

"At Hogwarts there's been a long-standing gamble on when Headmaster Dumbledore won't be able to find a professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"After all, the professor of this course is a one-time consumable, and has to be replaced every year. The poor guy who was replaced was either killed or injured."

"So we have reason to believe that one day, Professor Dumbledore will not be able to find a suitable wizard who is willing to take this position."

"And there has always been such a gamble in Hogwarts. Every year, someone sits on the bank, predicting how long this year's professor will last, and at the same time betting on whether next year's professor will be found."

Harry nodded, so it was.

Thinking about it carefully, it was true, because of the curse about the mysterious man circulating among the students, the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts had been changing very quickly.

Professor Quirrell in the first grade was a dark wizard with Voldemort attached to the back of his head.

Because I stimulated Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest, the poor Professor Quirrell was directly sacrificed by Senior Riddle, his vitality and soul were all absorbed, and in the end, there was not even a complete body left;

In the second grade, Professor Lockhart, as a deceitful liar, used diaries to manipulate students to release basilisks and create attacks.

As a result, he was mentally induced by senior Riddle, and was killed by himself in the end. He was also branded as the heir of Slytherin by the Ministry of Magic, and he took all the blame;

The real identity of Professor Lupine in the third grade is a werewolf.At the end of the semester, he went to Senior Riddle's cave with Sirius and himself, and somehow turned into a werewolf.

Just in case and to avoid harming the students, he voluntarily resigned...

and many more!

The more Harry recalled, the more he felt something was wrong, and finally his expression changed.

Why does the resignation of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year have something to do with me?

Two of them resigned passively because of their own reasons, and the other one also chose to resign voluntarily because of a small accident in an extracurricular activity with him.

Harry thought about it seriously and thought it was just a coincidence.

After all, before I came here, I had to consume a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year, which definitely had nothing to do with me.

Based on this inference, the professors of the past three years just happened to hit me on the head, and it was definitely not my fault!
Besides, I have been so obedient in the past three years, never violated school rules and disciplines, attended classes seriously every day, treated my classmates and teachers so friendly, a proper model student!

Reasonable analysis, every time something happens, I and Senior Riddle will show up, and I have no problem.

The case is solved, everything is the fault of Senior Riddle!

Angelina and Hermione on the side discussed for a while the possible new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year, then turned to look at Harry again:
"Harry, do you know who the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team is this year?"

"Wood has graduated. It stands to reason that the captain of the team should choose one of us."

"But I have already asked Aliya and Katie, neither of us is the captain."

"It's impossible for Professor McGonagall to choose the Weasley twins, right? I think Professor McGonagall is very clear about their unsuitable characters as captains."

As she spoke, Angelina looked expectantly at Harry,

"So, Harley, is this year's captain really you? You've carried so much in the competition for the past three years, we all think you're qualified to be the captain."

"Unfortunately," Harry recovered from his contemplation, and spread his hands, "This captain is not me either."

"Strange." Angelina ran her fingers through her hair, her face full of confusion,

"Is Professor McGonagall too busy with work, so he forgot about it?"

"No, I have to remind her tomorrow."

Angelina wanted to say something, but the door of the auditorium was suddenly opened.

Everyone fell silent immediately, watching Professor McGonagall lead a long row of freshmen to the front of the auditorium.

I have to say that these poor little wizards definitely enjoyed the most memorable start of school.

Spending the Black Lake in such a stormy weather... Tsk tsk tsk, no matter how I think about it, I feel very uncomfortable.

Looking at their drenched appearance, it seemed that they did not cross the Black Lake by boat like Harry did back then, but swam over abruptly.

Professor McGonagall skillfully took out the worn-out triangular bench and placed it in the open space at the front of the auditorium.

The patched Sorting Hat had also appeared on the chair, its accumulation of dust looking thicker.

This made the little wizards panic at first, and Harley even heard a terrified voice of a little witch:

"Our entrance test is not to wash the hat? Is it so difficult?"

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall finished explaining the sorting method that the little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to complain about their parents, brothers and sisters.

The efficiency of Professor McGonagall's sorting was very fast, and with Kevin Whitby being sorted into Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony officially ended.

Professor Dumbledore stood up from the teacher's seat, waved his wand lightly, and the opening dinner officially began.

Dinner tonight was a good one, and Harry guessed it was a preview of some upcoming event—

Many foreign dishes appeared on the table, and Harry recognized several French and German dishes.

However, there was no famous German beer on the table, which made Halle a little regretful.

After enjoying the fruits of the Brazilian rainforest, Professor Dumbledore waved his wand, and the plate became clean and shiny again.

He stood up and cleared his throat.

The entire auditorium was instantly silent, only the sound of howling wind and crackling rain outside the auditorium.

"Okay, I think everyone is full." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile,
"Then I hope that everyone can listen to some important news announced by my old man."

Subsequently, Professor Dumbledore began to talk about the cliche security issues.

The Weasley twins let out a howl when they heard that the canary biscuits they had invented were also listed as contraband by Filch.

Filch has increased the list of prohibited items to 430 seven items, isn't this purely aimed at them?
"We are an innocent small businessman doing business, how can we be targeted by him?" Fred muttered in a low voice.

The upright Professor McGonagall sitting on the teacher's bench seemed to have noticed the abnormal behavior of the two, and gave the Weasley twins a hard look.

But out of respect for Professor Dumbledore, she did nothing.

"...Finally, I regret to tell you..." The smile on Professor Dumbledore's face became wider.

He was about to announce some important topic when the door of the auditorium was suddenly knocked open amidst a deafening thunder.

A man appeared at the door of the auditorium, leaning on a long cane in his hand.

The man was wearing a dark black travel cloak, which exuded faint magic waves.

He is not tall, but the whole person looks very burly.

The man casually took off the hood that tightly covered his head, and shook his long gray hair.

A flash of lightning flashed outside the door, and the momentary light reflected the man's face extremely clearly.

It was a very rare face, as if human facial features had been carved out of a piece of completely decayed wood.

And this sculptor is probably an apprentice, or a poor craftsman, who only has a vague idea of ​​the human face, and is very unfamiliar with the use of a carving knife——

This face is full of bumps and scars, the mouth is like a big crooked opening, and the place where the nose should be raised has disappeared.

Most impressive are his eyes.

The man's left eye is small and black, shining against the background of the night; while his right eye is very large, as round as a coin, and the overall appearance is a vivid bright blue.

The blue eye moved in a blinking, unblinking motion that had nothing to do with the movement of the other normal eye.

It was a magic eye.

And this is a face that has seen war.

……

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Flaming Fox" boss for the reward!)
(End of this chapter)