HP Magic Biography

In fact, Professor Snape didn't speak for about a minute.

It made Harry feel waves of hatred in his body, so intense that Snape didn't feel them burning him. Snape hated him when he was young, but Snape's attitude towards Sirius was such that Harry could never forgive him.

No matter what Dumbledore said, even Snape had taught him, but Snape's attitude was really hard for him to accept.

And not only Harry, but Fan Lin also felt a strange sense of oppression. It was Professor Snape who came to pick them up.

I think, you two, fifty points should be deducted from Gryffindor for being late, Snape said. And, let me see, another twenty points should be deducted from Potter's Muggle bundle. You know, I don't believe any house's marks have gone negative so early in the term - we haven't even started yet Eat pudding. You may have set another record, aren't you right, Potter.

The rage and hatred in Harry's heart seemed to be burning hot, but he would rather freeze in the train back to London than tell Snape why he was late.

It was just an accident, Professor... Fan Lin laughed dryly, I mean...

I guess you might want to go in, don't you? Snape continued. He didn't pay attention to Fan Lin's explanation, but just gave Fan Lin a cold look. As for the specific meaning, only Fan Lin Continue to experience.

It probably means, shut up and see you in the office at Dobibi tonight.

It can probably be explained in this way.

Fan Lin just laughed dryly.

Touching Professor Snape's brow, probably only Harry would do such a courageous thing, even the Weasley brothers, in this case, Dobby is also a difficult thing.

Without flying cars, do you think breaking into the auditorium in the middle of the banquet should create a sensation? Snape completely ignored Fan Lin next to him. It can be said that if Harry wasn't here, Snape After seeing Fan Lin for the first time, he would definitely turn around and go back to the auditorium.

On the one hand, he is not worried about Fan Lin's safety. It can be said that it is something Fan Lin can't wait to come to practice with one or two Death Eaters.

Harry remained silent, even though his lungs were about to explode. He knew that Snape's purpose in picking him up was to prod and torture him for a few minutes without being heard.

At last they reached the steps of the castle, and when the oaken doors were swung open to reveal a hall of countless banners, there was a burst of chatter and laughter and the clang of cups and plates from the open doors of the Great Hall.

Harry was wishing he could slip on the Invisibility Cloak so he could sneak to his seat at the Gryffindor table (which, troublesomely, was farthest from the foyer) without being noticed.

But Snape, as if reading his mind, said, No cloaks. You can have everyone see you walk in, and I'm sure that's the way you want it.

And you, go in with Potter. Snape said coldly, and Van Lin stopped in his tracks immediately.

Harry immediately strode straight towards the open door: he would do anything to get rid of Snape.

But Fan Lin is different. To be honest, this kind of opening method that attracts a lot of attention... Well, although he will lead these first-year freshmen in a while, it is very bad. This method may be at the end of the banquet. More appropriate.

There were four long house tables in the great hall, and a staff table at the far end of the house, and the ceiling was decorated, as before, with suspended candles, making the tableware below sparkle.

But to Harry it was a blur of light, because he was walking so fast that people hadn't really started to notice him as he passed the Hufflepuff table,

And by the time they started to get up to get a good look at him, he had found Ron and Hermione, so he walked quickly down the bench towards them, and squeezed his way between them to sit down.

Where are you two going - my gosh, what happened to your face? said Ron, glaring at Harry along with the others.

What, is there something wrong? Harry said, grabbing a spoon and glancing at his distorted head.

You've got blood all over your face! said Hermione. Come here, she said, raising her wand, Stain and stain! ' sucked the blood off Harry's face.

Thanks, Harry said, touching his now clean face. What does my nose look like?

Normal, said Hermione uneasily. Why is it abnormal? Harry, what happened? We're all freaking out!

I'll tell you later, Harry replied curtly. He noticed that Ginny, Neville, Dean and Seamus were all eavesdropping on them; even Nearly Headless Nick - the ghost of Gryffindor - floated over from the other side of the stool to join the eavesdroppers ranks.

But— said Hermione.

Not now, Hermione, Harry suggested in a meaningful tone. He wanted them to think he'd done something heroic, preferably with a few Death Eaters and a Dementor or something. Of course, Malfoy was sure to spread the story as often as he could, but there was still a chance that it wouldn't be heard by too many Gryffindors.

He moved past Ron to grab a chicken leg and a handful of chips, but before he could touch them the food on the plate disappeared, replaced by puddings of various kinds.

The two of you missed the sorting ceremony again, anyway, Hermione said angrily, her attitude of caring about Harry was completely different from before, this is so weird...

Oh, actually I didn't mean it, but I think I might...

I've saved some for you. Hermione looked at Fan Lin with disgust, pointed at her wand, and two extra silver trays appeared out of thin air on the table, There are also Harry's.

Meanwhile Ron pounced on a hunk of chocolate brioche.

Did the Sorting Hat say anything interesting? Fan Lin took a piece of syrupy fruit pie.

It's pretty much the same, really...suggesting that everyone unite and face a common enemy, you know.

Did Dumbledore mention Voldemort?

Not yet, but he usually saves his peculiar speeches for after dinner, doesn't he? It won't be long.

By the way, Snape said Hagrid was late too— Harry interrupted suddenly, What's going on, Hagrid hasn't come back yet?

Did you meet Snape? How did you meet? Ron's mouth was full of cream cake.

It just hit me, Harry replied vaguely.

Bumped into it? Hermione stared at Harry distrustfully, and then set her eyes on Fan Lin who was solving a pie.

Oh, yes, Professor Snape is in charge of guarding the gate... Fan Lin said, his words were full of naturalness...

Well... Hagrid was only a few minutes late, said Hermione. Look, he's waving at you, Harry.

Harry looked over to the staff table, Hagrid was actually waving in his direction, and Harry grinned at him.

The noble image of Hagrid and the dean of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, has always been inconsistent. When the two of them sat together, the top of Professor McGonagall's head was only as high as Hagrid's elbow and shoulders. She seemed enthusiastic about Hagrid. The way of greeting is a bit disapproving.

Harry was also surprised to see Professor Trelawney, the Divination teacher, sitting on Hagrid's other side; Trelawney rarely left her room in the tower, and never attended the start-of-term feast. She looked as eccentric as ever, with glittering beads and scarves, and her eyes were set huge behind the lenses of her glasses.

Harry had always thought she was nothing more than a liar, but at the end of last term Harry was shocked to discover that she was the one who made the prophecy that caused Voldemort to kill Harry's parents and try to kill him. This incident made him even more reluctant to stay with her, and fortunately he was no longer taking divination classes this semester.

Trelawney's beacon-like eyes turned in his direction; he quickly moved his gaze to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was imitating the appearance of a broken nose, drawing laughter and applause from around.

Harry stared down at his treacle tart, feeling angry again. He was willing to fight Malfoy one-on-one at any cost...

So tell me what Professor Slughorn is up to? asked Hermione.

Wondering what the hell happened to the Ministry of Magic, said Harry. He's like everyone else here,

Hermione scoffed at that. People always ask us that on the train, don't they, Ron?

Right, said Ron. Everyone wants to know if you're really 'The Right One'—and Van Lin, they want to know if you two really fought Voldemort.

Oh, of course... Fan Lin said vaguely, Actually...

Eat your meal. Hermione said angrily, and then nodded Fan Lin's head with her hand.

That's a topic discussed a lot among us ghosts, too, interrupted Nearly Headless Nick, his barely connected head tilted towards Harry and dangling dangerously over the edge of his hoop collar. I'm a Potter authority among them; we're known to be friends. I've promised the ghosts I'll never pester him for those things under any circumstances. Harry Potter knew he could trust me completely, ’ I told them, ‘I would rather die than betray his trust.’”

That doesn't mean anything, you're already dead, Ron said casually.

Once again you've shown you're as sharp as a blunt axe, said Nearly Headless Nick in an offended tone, before floating back into the air and gliding across the Gryffindor table, with At the same moment Dumbledore stood up at the staff table, and the chatter and laughter echoing in the Great Hall died away almost immediately.

Have the best night everyone! He smiled broadly and spread his arms as if to embrace the entire auditorium.

It's about to start. Fan Lin wiped his mouth. Fortunately, before Dumbledore announced the end of the banquet, he completely wiped out the food in front of him.

Start what? Ron asked in confusion.

Of course it's what you said before, Dumbledore's speech... Harry had some small expectations for this, but when he thought of the eyes of the people around him, Harry suddenly realized how much trouble Fan Lin would have. You must know that Fan Lin didn't like this before, and he was forced to get used to it.

Okay... freshmen, welcome back; old students, welcome back! Another year of magic education is waiting for you...

Yeah, for a whole year, I hope so. Fan Lin said, but since Voldemort's return, even Dumbledore can't guarantee the safety here, and Malfoy.

Murdering Dumbledore, I don't know what Lucius is thinking. In fact, Fan Lin really hopes to talk to Lucius. With Draco's current situation, Fan Lin believes that the relationship between Conversations can get very interesting.

... our administrator, Mr. Filch, has asked me to issue a ban on all people who bring in any mischievous items purchased from a store called Weasley's Wizardry and Tricks. Dumbledore said, and Greg There was a commotion from the Lanffindor side. Obviously, this thing is very common. After all, the Weasley brothers went out from here. However, as to whether this decree can go on, anyway, without the support of Umbridge and his ilk. After the professor, Mr. Filch might be very busy, but at any rate, Filch became a little smarter, and he directly banned a series.

If the Ministry of Magic shows up with a lot of Weasley products, it may become very exciting. At least Fan Lin still has the confidence to make the iron armor cloak and the like more perfect.

Maybe they can also research the armor to prevent Avada Kedavra, and rely on biological activity to resist, but the number of phoenixes is too rare.

Those who want to join the college's Quidditch team this school year, please submit your name to your dean as usual. We also need a new game commentator, and those who are interested should also report to the dean. Bullido continued, and Harry listened intently, it was about Quidditch after all.

Of course, we are delighted to welcome a new addition to our faculty this year. Professor Slughorn, said Slughorn, standing up, his bald head reflecting the candlelight, his belly in his waistcoat covering the table in shadow , He's an old colleague of mine who has agreed to retake his former position as Potions teacher.

Potions class?

Potions? The word echoed in the Great Hall, and everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong.

Potions? said Ron and Hermione together, turning to look at Harry, but you said—

Professor Snape, meanwhile, Dumbledore said, raising his voice above all the muttering, will be serving as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

No! Harry said loudly, and many heads turned to him. He didn't care; he just stared angrily at the staff desk. How did Snape get the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this time? Didn't everyone know over the years that Dumbledore couldn't trust him to do this job?

But, Harry, you said Slughorn would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts! said Hermione. The online service of the real lady, help you find books to chat with you, please wechat/message/search/search popular web articles or rdww444 waiting for you~

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