Hogwarts Shippuden

The auditorium was still as splendid as ever.

For the banquet of the new semester, and possibly to welcome guests from the other two schools in the future, the auditorium was extra decorated.

Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating the gold saucers and goblets gleaming.

As Kyle and Hermione were the first students to arrive at the castle, when they stepped into the auditorium, the four long academy tables were not yet full of chattering students.

As soon as he was seated at the table of his own college, Kyle caught the approving gaze from Old Deng.

Presumably Dumbledore also knew something about what just happened outside the castle.

Kyle smacked his lips, and he didn't know what his father was thinking. He clearly had the ability to disperse the rain clouds in the sky, but he didn't do anything, and let those poor first grade children brave the rain to cross the lake in this weather. .

You must know that the Scottish Highlands in September are quite cold after nightfall, let alone in such rainy weather.

If this capsizes on the icy-cold Black Lake, then one is guaranteed to catch a cold if one falls.

Does this mean that he has been a leader for too long and has begun to break away from the people?

Nodding slightly towards his father, Kyle looked away and looked at the new victims of their Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year with interest... Bah, he is a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Sadly, the new professor in the faculty seat was not the fat walrus-looking Horace Slughorn.

After the Quidditch World Cup, Kyle forgot about Horace's invitation to him and started a bonfire outside his tent.

Kyle didn't remember this until halfway through the bonfire party. He had planned to wait until the next day to apologize to Horace.

As a result, the Death Eaters attacked the camp in the middle of the night.

Horace, who was carrying the secret of Voldemort's Horcrux, ran away overnight like a frightened bird. Even if Dumbledore himself came to the door behind him, Horace refused without hesitation.

As a last resort, Dumbledore could only turn to another Defence Against the Dark Arts professor he had already appointed, the man with scars on his face sitting in the teacher's seat at this time.

Even though he has seen many scarred gangsters in New York, Kyle has never seen such a level of existence.

Every inch of skin on the other's face seemed to be scarred, and the facial features were extremely abstract - the mouth was like a slanted mouth, and the place where the nose should have been raised was missing.

Man, catch a new noseless monster alive!

But this is not the face of this man. The most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes is normal, and the other eye is a special alchemy item - the magic eye.

The other party also lost half of his leg, and replaced it with a prosthetic limb that was a bit rough in workmanship, but had an extremely arrogant appearance.

Former Auror, Alastor Moody.

Kyle recognized the man's identity.

Of the group of Death Eaters he slaughtered that day at the Quidditch World Cup camp, Moody must have sent in about three-quarters of the part that escaped from Azkaban.

This alone is enough to prove the opponent's sturdiness.

My father actually invited such a ruthless person to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. It seems that he has made up some kind of determination not to let the students continue to fool around in this subject.

Because of Voldemort's curse, the education situation of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts can be said to have been set back more than fifty years.

Look at what kind of students Dumbledore brought out when he taught Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Mr. Newt, that is an existence that can compete with his wicked father.

Although it was said to be pressed against the ground and rubbed, it was a trick after all.

Look at the current graduates, what can they learn under the guidance of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, which is like a consumable item that changes every year?

Even a rookie like Ron, before he became a Yatai Ren Zhuli, could get an excellent grade in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It's conceivable what this course will look like.

With the Dark Defense course seriously dragging its feet, Hogwarts has dropped to No. 7 in the list of 11 schools of magic in the world. What about the best magic school in the world?

Wake up quickly.

Fortunately, this year their school has welcomed a ruthless person like Moody, and Kyle has begun to look forward to this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

At Kyle's level, even Moody can hardly teach him anything. Kyle expects that Hogwarts, whom he regards as a training base for saints, will finally have a reliable practical teacher.

...

Without letting Kyle and the other seniors wait long, Professor McGonagall led a long row of first-year freshmen in from outside.

They stood in a row along the staff's desk, stopped and faced the whole school.

Because when Kyle dissipated the rain clouds, many students had already got off the Hogwarts Express train, and many of these first-year freshmen were still soaked up and down by the heavy rain.

Only some of the lucky ones with slower hands and feet did not drip.

At this time, they were shaking all over because of the cold and nervousness.

Kyle frowned slightly and waved at the freshmen, and instantly a row of Grindelwald gas stoves lit under their feet.

The sudden appearance of the blue fire naturally shocked the freshmen.

But they quickly calmed down when they found their soaked clothes drying quickly in this unscalding flame.

At this point, Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshman, and on the stool placed a tattered, dirty, patched wizard hat.

When the Sorting Hat grinned, the seniors at Hogwarts knew that the classic school song was coming again.

The grief-stricken fathers held their chins in boredom, and their ears were blocked by magic earplugs, which automatically filtered out the Sorting Hat's singing.

This year, the Sorting Hat's singing is far more terrifying than ever.

This goes back to last year when Kyle was in the headmaster's office and inadvertently told the Sorting Hat that in the Muggle world, there is a magical technique called ventriloquism.

And then... the Sorting Hat went crazy.

Muggle ventriloquists also need some props to imitate certain sounds.

But the Sorting Hat is a magical creation, and it doesn't use those at all.

The sound of a specific instrument can be simulated directly with magic.

This is good, the Sorting Hat was originally just a cappella, and now it has even been studied.

If its accompaniment instrument is taught by Dumbledore, it would be fine, at least it is more normal, but the key is that its music enlightenment mentor is the killer Kyle Grindelwald.

Who is Kyle?

The legendary celestial traveler!

The things you teach must naturally be national quintessence!

What erhu suona, gongs and drums... are basically musical instruments that can come in handy when the village is holding a banquet.

When the Sorting Hat has worked so hard to write the lyrics for a whole year and played it in the auditorium with the complete "Astronomia" melody of the folk music ensemble version~www.NovelMTL.com~ Dumbledore's face was quite wonderful. .

"That was over a thousand years ago, and I was just woven into shape..."

"There are four famous wizards whose names have been passed down to this day..."

In a trance, Dumbledore seemed to see an illusory gate to the underworld emerging in the auditorium, and the gate was facing him, and the two doors slowly opened.

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, everyone in the auditorium looked at each other, and they were all still immersed in the scene on both sides of Huangquan Road.

It was not until Dumbledore came back to his senses and took the initiative to applaud that many teachers and students in the auditorium woke up like a dream.

Led by Dumbledore, there was warm applause in the auditorium.

The sorting ceremony that followed was a bit boring.

Kyle held his chin, boredly waiting for the end of the sorting ceremony.

These freshmen are still too well-behaved, can't there be a warrior like him who threatened the Sorting Hat?