Hogwarts Passer-By Professor

After the sorting ceremony, the little wizards chattered and started laughing.

Many people were discussing what happened at the Quidditch World Cup, and some were discussing Sirius' upcoming appointment as Hogwarts professor.

Of course, unlike other colleges, at the long table at Slytherin College, everyone seemed to be owed a large amount of Galleons, and there was basically not much laughter.

Think about it too, although Voldemort has been down for many years, but some Death Eaters who escaped punishment, their children are not deprived of the eligibility for school.

However, some people's family members were arrested, and some people became distraught.

In this regard, many students from other colleges let out bursts of ridicule. No way, this is the power of feud.

"The vacation is over, to be honest, I'm still very sad!" Professor Flitwick talked about sex, "Especially this Quidditch World Cup, what happened is really unforgettable..."

"That's not it." Hagrid interjected, "I didn't expect those crazy guys to do it after the game. Fortunately, they were all caught!"

As soon as this topic was opened, other professors also talked about it. After all, the Quidditch World Cup is just over a week away. But what happened during the period was too explosive.

"I heard that the Ministry of Magic will try them next month, and now I'm trying to get more secrets out of their mouths!"

"Yes, martial law has been imposed outside recently. This year, little wizards will be enrolled, and there will be strikers sent by the Ministry of Magic to secretly guard them."

"Okay!" Dumbledore stood up, his thick voice echoing throughout the auditorium, "Now, I only have two words for you, eat!"

Dumbledore's voice fell, and the plates and empty plates on the long table were suddenly covered with food.

The tempting aroma drilled into his nose, and Eisen was suddenly full of appetite. Well, let's focus on the food in front of us. The professors stopped talking and began to taste the delicacies on the plate.

"What were you thinking just now? Professor Eisen!" Professor Flitwick poured the pumpkin juice into the cup, took a sip and asked casually.

"I'm thinking everyone might be very busy this year—" Eisen spread his hands, which immediately resonated with the professors.

In fact, it is.

One big event for this year's Hogwarts is the Triwizard Tournament.

For example, communicating with the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, but Barty Crouch went in. This required communication between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic. In addition, he also needs to handle the communication with the Magic Sports Cooperation Department.

As for communicating with the other two schools, I think Professor McGonagall will make arrangements.

But other than that, Hogwarts, as the organizer, had to prepare materials in advance, logistics scheduling, venue arrangement, declaration of magical animals used in the assessment, etc., all of which had to be done by someone. After all, Professor McGonagall can't be expected to do all the work alone.

After patting his forehead, Eisen suddenly remembered something. That is the question of the number of places in the Triwizard Tournament.

You know, to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, each of the three schools must produce a warrior. The standard for selecting warriors is selected by the ancient magic artifact, the Goblet of Fire.

For example, people from various schools sign up and throw a note with their name on it into the Goblet of Fire. Then the Goblet of Fire selects one person from each school to participate in the competition according to its own set of selection criteria.

But the problem is, it's not that fair in itself.

Cedric Diggory, Fleur Della Kool and Viktor Krum were chosen in the original book as normal.

But it picked Harry Potter, which meant it was vulnerable to magic.

how to say? Eisen thought for a long time and could only think that no one had ever thought about it, that someone would actually do something to the Goblet of Fire.

"Professor Eisen is right, but don't worry too much. The Ministry of Magic will send some staff to help."

"It's okay, but we can arrange some excellent students to help—"

The professors expressed their opinions and expressed their opinions while enjoying the delicious food.

...

"Look, how happy are the professors talking?"

At the Gryffindor dining table, the twin brothers Wes came, picked up a spoon and tapped the dishes, as if they were about to play a wonderful piece of music. While waving their arms, they chatted with their friends.

"Sirius Black sits on it, and I'm sure he'll be teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"That's for sure, Professor Lupine left us last term, and now there's a vacancy in Defense Against the Dark Arts, no?"

Listening to the speculations of the friends, the trio did not correct their statements. Anyway, if nothing unexpected happened next, Dumbledore would announce it too.

"Harry, did Sirius tell you what he's going to teach?" Ron stuffed his mouth with mashed potatoes, and looked at Harry with a wince.

"No, he's been so busy preparing that he didn't even go to the Quidditch World Cup, we'll know when the time comes!" Harry shook his head and poked the chicken leg on the plate.

"Have you heard? Peeves made a big fuss in the kitchen, and we almost ran out of food." Seamus on the side suddenly made a sound.

"Why did he do that?" Ron was curious.

"I heard that he wanted to participate in the banquet, but everyone disagreed, and the bloody Barrow also firmly disagreed. So after getting sulky, he made a big fuss in the kitchen, almost overturning the entire kitchen, scaring the house elves Gotta freeze—" Seamus whispered, as if afraid the others would hear.

Clang--

Hermione knocked over the goblet in front of her, spilling the pumpkin juice on the tablecloth.

Harry and Ron looked at Seamus with great interest, eating and drinking, and didn't pay much attention to Hermione who was silent at the side.

"Okay." When everyone was about to clear the food on the plate, Dumbledore's voice sounded again, "Now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I must ask everyone to pay attention, and I want to announce a few Notice!"

Everyone fell silent, watching Dumbledore silently, waiting for him to say something.

"Mr. Filch, the gatekeeper, wants me to tell you that this year, several more items are prohibited in the castle. They are screaming balls, toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs..."

After the words fell, many wizards showed dejected expressions. Especially Fred and George looked at Dumbledore sadly as if they were in pain.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly, and he continued: "In addition, I want to remind everyone again that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. And Hogsmeade village, students under the third grade are not allowed to visit."

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This notice is a school tradition, so everyone didn't have much reaction.

"Also, I am honored to introduce our new teacher—Sirius Black." Dumbledore paused, and then continued, "He will be in charge of a new course at Hogwarts. ——Defeat the professor of the Dark Arts class. As for the original Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it will be vacant!"

Sirius Black stood up and nodded to all the little wizards, then sat down slowly.

But apart from the trio of saviors and the new first-year wizard, everyone else was in an uproar.

"There's a new course in school about defeating magic? It's unbelievable!"

"Has Defense Against the Dark Arts been disbanded?"

"Probably, but Dumbledore was talking about vacating—"

"Then the content of the owls exam and the s exam will be changed?"

"Maybe the content of learning will not change much!"

The little wizards were chatting and discussing, looking at Dumbledore in surprise, and then at Sirius Black sitting on the professor's chair.

However, no matter what, the little wizards still applauded to show their welcome to Sirius Black. The applause from Gryffindor, especially from Harry and the others, was particularly loud.

It could be seen that they were genuinely happy for Black to be the professor of defeating the dark arts.

Eisen watched the scene with a smile, feeling nothing unexpected.

"Finally—" Dumbledore did not let the little wizards discuss for long before speaking again, "I also regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch tournament this year!"

"What?" Harry opened his mouth wide, showing a shocked expression. He seemed to be out of breath, and his breathing became short of breath.