Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

"Welcome, welcome to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore looked around the hall, his face more serious than ever.

"I have a few things to announce here, one of which is particularly important. Therefore, I think it needs to be made clear before you are attracted to food and become obsessed with it."

Dumbledore looked around the hall again and cleared his throat.

"This school year, Hogwarts welcomed some dementors from Azkaban to perform official duties of the Ministry of Magic. I believe you have encountered them before."

"They will be stationed at every exit of the school, so no one is allowed to leave the school without permission."

"Dementors don't know how to distinguish or understand. Therefore, I hope you can abide by what I just said and don't give them a reason to hurt you."

Dumbledore spoke very seriously, and the audience in the audience also listened very seriously, even a little depressed.

Seeing this, Dumbledore waited for a moment and then suddenly smiled and pushed up his glasses.

"Then, let me announce a few more things that will make you happy."

"First of all, let us warmly welcome two new professors to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They are..."

Dumbledore drawled, suddenly turned around and pointed at Lupin.

"Professor Lupine as Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

Lupine stood up and bowed slightly. The young wizards in the audience clapped quickly, but not too enthusiastically. Maybe it was because the two previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors had left too deep a bad impression on them.

Many good students asked their companions to look at Professor Snape's face. At this moment, Snape's face was very ugly, and he looked at Lupine with a terrifying look, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"And Professor Hagrid, who teaches Care of Magical Creatures!"

The students who were about to applaud were suddenly startled, and then a burst of deafening applause suddenly broke out.

Hagrid stood up at the reminder of Professor McGonagall next to him. As a result, he almost tipped the table over because of his nervousness, which shocked Professor Flitwick who was sitting on the other side of him.

"Which unscrupulous guy arranged this for Hagrid and Professor Flitwick?"

Travis turned his head and whispered something to Harry, but Harry ignored him and didn't seem to hear him. He was clapping as hard as he could to send blessings to Hagrid.

The entire Gryffindor seat was applauding Hagrid vigorously. He was very popular in Gryffindor.

After a while, it seemed that he was almost done. Dumbledore pressed down his hands several times before stopping the applause in the hall.

"Due to the arrival of dementors in the next school year, everyone's range of activities will be greatly restricted, and you may feel oppressed even in the castle."

"But... luckily, a magical game was introduced to Hogwarts."

As soon as they heard Dumbledore talking about the game, the students immediately became restless, and there was quite a commotion, which forced Dumbledore to knock on the table.

"Yes, a game, you heard me right."

"But if you want to play this game, the prerequisite is that you have to take classes seriously."

"The professor will give you a score in every class from now on, with a perfect score of 10. You can play the game for [-] minutes for every point you get."

"Of course, as long as you don't cause trouble in class, the professors will give you at least 5 points."

"More specific content about this game will be told to you by the prefects of your respective colleges after the dinner."

In an instant, all the students' eyes were fixed on their respective prefects, but each prefect was confused - they didn't know what the situation was now.

"One last thing."

Dumbledore's words drew the students' attention back to Dumbledore.

"The school plans to open a practical training program. If you plan to join the Ministry of Magic and become an Auror after graduation, you can sign up - only students in third grade and above can sign up."

"Registration also goes to your prefect, but whether the registration can be successful will depend on the Ministry of Magic, and the list will be reviewed by them."

"Okay, that's all. Let's start the banquet."

clap~

Dumbledore clapped his hands gently, and sumptuous food and drinks appeared on various tables, each with an attractive luster and aroma.

The students started immediately, stuffing food into their mouths while barely squeezing out space to communicate with others about the few things Principal Dumbledore had just mentioned.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked directly at Travis, making Travis very confused.

"Why do you look at me like this? Is there something dirty on my face?"

Travis picked up a smooth silver plate to use as a mirror and looked at it, only to see a face that was so handsome that it was flawless.

"Ah~ I'm so handsome!" Travis said infatuatedly.

"Stop pretending to change the subject!"

Ron gave Travis a squeeze with his arm, looked back at the long Slytherin table behind him, and then put his arm around Travis' shoulders.

"You are usually so close to Principal Dumbledore. Do you know anything about that game?" Ron asked softly.

"You asked the right person." Travis smiled slyly: "I invented the game."

"It's really you!"

Hermione, who was sitting opposite, leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice.

"Tell me, what kind of game is it?"

"All I can say is that you won't be disappointed... Of course the game is interesting only if you explore it yourself... not to mention you will know it soon."

Ron: "You are too uninteresting, can't you reveal it in advance?"

"No."

Travis refused without hesitation, picked up a drink and tasted it elegantly.

A glass of orange juice, it felt like Travis drank high-end red wine.

Seeing Travis's firm attitude, Ron seemed a little angry, so he took his anger out on the food.

The dry man, the dry soul, and the dry rice are all people.

"But I can teach you how to play it when the time comes." Travis added.

Ron raised his head suddenly, gave Travis a thumbs up, then pointed at himself, then lowered his head and continued to eat.

To be honest, Travis didn't understand what Ron wanted to express at all, but that didn't stop Travis from nodding to Ron with a smile to show that he understood.

Time passed unknowingly as they ate, drank, and chatted. Almost all the students were so full that they didn't want to move.

At this time, Principal Dumbledore announced that the dinner was over and asked the prefects of each branch to lead the students of their respective houses back to the dormitory to gather for a meeting.

Harry and the others only had time to say a cursory congratulations to Hagrid before they were called away by their prefect Percy.

Back in the dormitory, the roommates started chatting again, all discussing the game, and asking Travis questions from time to time.

This makes Travis very helpless.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, he really doesn't want to say it.

The entire game was built by him, and Travis didn't know where to start, and he didn't want to accidentally reveal too much information that shouldn't be revealed.

Which game maker doesn't want his game to be explored by players?How can anyone write their own guide?