Hogwarts: Dirge of Magic

After an ordinary Sunday, we ushered in the official Monday

early morning

The auditorium on the first floor.

After eating breakfast simply and quickly, the three of them hurriedly left the auditorium.

Walking out of the auditorium, Xifa was full of energy doing preparations.

He intended to go for a walk by the Forbidden Forest.

However, within a few steps, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Sifer, today is Monday. There is a Transfiguration class taught by Dumbledore this morning!"

Sifa slapped his head, he forgot.

No wonder a circle of people surrounded the bulletin board last night.

Xifa is reflecting on whether he should make more friends of the same age.

Currently at school, except for Alice and Luna, no one can talk to me.

During the reflection process, the three of them came to the transformation class classroom on the first floor.

Because it is on the first floor, many freshmen feel that they can save the time of rushing after eating.

Therefore, the three of them were the first to arrive in the classroom.

The classroom was empty.

The second daughter stopped Xifa who wanted to find a low-key position later.

The three of them grabbed the first row of seats in front of the podium.

"Sit whatever you want, the classroom seats at Hogwarts are all first-come, first-served!"

I heard Xifa ask if there will be a list to arrange positions.

Alice, who is familiar with the Hogwarts teaching system, replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Xifa felt relieved.

It didn't take long for the three of them to read the textbook and take notes.

A tall figure pushed open the door and entered.

"Professor Dumbledore! Good morning!"

The three raised their heads and said hello in unison.

The warm greeting made the man in his prime stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he also replied with a smile.

"Good morning! Children!"

Strangely, Sifer himself did not resent Dumbledore calling himself a child.

Probably because he was a babbling baby in the wizarding world in this world.

Jian Xifa made a lot of marks in the textbook.

With just a glance, Dumbledore knew what was wrong with Sifer.

Although I will go to class later, I will explain these problems clearly.

But Dumbledore asked anyway.

"Xifa, after reading the textbook, is there a lot you don't understand?"

"There are a lot of things that I don't quite understand. I think after the professor finishes explaining, I can understand after a few experiments."

Xifa thought about his study progress in the past few days and replied.

"So you don't want to sit here?"

"For one thing, professor, it's a bit of a high-profile thing here."

But never thought, Dumbledore frowned after hearing Sifer's answer.

He has witnessed too many wizards, because of their arrogance, they have gone astray in the way of learning magic.

Xifa has already had such signs.

So, he reprimanded unceremoniously.

"Sifa, do you know that your thoughts are very dangerous! The road to learning magic is full of dangers. You can only go further if you are humble and prudent. Do you understand?"

Am I really a little drifting?

Xifa sat up straight in a jerk, constantly reflecting on himself.

Dumbledore's reprimand was like enlightenment, sublimating his soul.

Since I came to the magic world, although I don't know anything about it, I boast that I have the experience of the previous life, a mature mentality, and I do things a little too freely.

Control your power, not let your power control you.

Without a transcendent system, the understanding of this sentence is not deep enough.

But now, Sifa has come to his senses.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

"I'm proud of my smooth life."

See Xifa's sincere attitude.

Dumbledore nodded with a smile, accepting Sifer's thanks, he sighed.

"Sifa, I knew you were smart when we first met. Fortunately, today, I found that you are also willing to listen to other people's warnings. Moreover, you will summarize after careful consideration."

"One day, you will reach my current height!"

Xifa quickly waved his hands and said modestly that he still has a long way to go.

He didn't say he couldn't do it, but Xifa was very confident about his future.

"One last reminder. I'm just a professor, and I'm usually very busy with work. You can find more friends of the same age and integrate into their lives. In this way, your heart will not change easily."

Dumbledore smiled and motioned Sifer to look to him.

Xifa understood what Dumbledore meant without looking back.

"I'm in the office on Saturday this week. If you need anything, you can come to me."

Dumbledore ended the conversation hastily.

As soon as the words fell, freshmen in twos and threes came to the classroom together.

Sifa understood that this was not the place for conversation.

"Everyone just find an empty seat, our class is about to start..."

The voice of Professor Dumbledore talking on the podium kept wafting to his ears.

Finally, Xifa's ears became clear.

He raised his head and saw that the door of the classroom had been closed.

Looking back, I saw that the classroom was densely packed with little wizards.

Looking at the signs, it seemed that all the freshmen from the four colleges had come.

It's... hundreds of people, right?

This is not right, there are only dozens of people in the sorting ceremony.

Alice and the others should know why, so let's ask after class.

Just as Xifa kept being surprised in his mind.

Dumbledore was standing on the podium sighing secretly.

The wizards who can be selected by the sorting ceremony are all good seedlings selected one in a hundred.

There are many outstanding students this year.

Dumbledore was worried.

Often in an era when geniuses gather together, troublesome things are also constantly appearing.

Of course, Dumbledore is really not afraid of trouble, but excited.

What really made Dumbledore tricky was the big differences between the four colleges.

It is even said that if there are sufficient teachers, Hogwarts is composed of four schools.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are on good terms with the other three houses.

Gryffindor and Slytherin are completely incompatible.

Look at their seats.

Gryffindor on the left and Slytherin on the right.

However, there are more students in Slytherin.

Behind Sifer was a Slytherin student.

It seems to be called Blake?Sirius' uncle?Or his father?

Sifer finished his glance, just in time to see Dumbledore sigh slightly.

Xifa somewhat understood Dumbledore's mood.

Now that war is approaching, the campus should be united.

But it seems that the situation is not ideal.

Dumbledore graduated from Gryffindor, but he never had prejudice against Slytherin students.

He also didn't want the conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor thousands of years ago to affect the friendship between little wizards.

However, there is a long way to go to let the two colleges settle their suspicions, and Dumbledore couldn't think of a good way for a while.

Put these messy thoughts to the bottom of your heart.

Dumbledore spread out the roster and began to ask for the number of young wizards.

After reading the last name and confirming that all the freshmen are sitting in this classroom, he nodded in satisfaction. .seven

Clearing his throat, he started his lesson,

"It is a pleasure to stand here and meet you. My name is Albus Dumbledore, as you all know, and I am your Transfiguration Professor."

"This is your first class at Hogwarts."

"It will also be a class that will leave a deep impression on your memory!"