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A log fire keeps the cabin warm.

The young man was leaning on a sofa with a calm expression, his eyes dimly staring at the whiskey on the table.

The new semester will start soon, and Keno is looking forward to it.

London.

In a suburban apartment somewhere in the West End.

In the window sill on the second floor, a black-haired young man wearing glasses was staring attentively at a thick photo album on the table.

What's even more amazing is that the photos in the book can actually move on their own.

From the photo of a kind couple holding a young child, to a young-faced boy standing side by side with his two best friends, playing with each other.

In the photo, they smile cheerfully, and it can be seen that they have a very good relationship with each other.

Looking at the photo of the three of them, the green eyes under the round glasses were full of nostalgia.

"Chi chi chi chi chi!"

Not far away, in a birdcage placed not far from the desk, an owl with white feathers was struggling to hit the iron cage with its beak.

"Hathaway, stop making trouble."

Harry Potter frowned and turned to stare at his owl.

"I couldn't let you out, you know."

Harry reached out and stroked the owl's head, trying to calm the restless night owl.

"I can't use magic outside of school."

"And, Uncle Vernon."

The boy hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Harry Potter!"

A hoarse and thick voice sounded from downstairs.

"Okay, what did I say?"

Harry reluctantly closed the book and stood up.

He pushed open the narrow door and squeezed out the door, which was not very big.

His eyes fell on the living room.

A woman wearing a red skirt and apron was holding a cherry and placing it on a huge cake with a smile on her face.

"Vernon, there he is."

Seeing Harry appear, the woman pointed at him.

Harry turned the corner and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly tying a tie for a fat little man.

"Harry!"

Seeing the boy appear, the middle-aged man sneered and stared at Harry with cold eyes: "If you can't control that owl anymore, then take it and get out of this house."

"No, if I let it out for an hour or two every day, maybe it can."

"Shut up!" Harry responded with a louder roar than before: "I have the final say in this family!"

"Okay," Harry sighed, and his aunt said, "You're grounded, Harry!"

Being grounded goes quickly.

When Harry was released from home, he was led into Diagon Alley by Hagrid, a half-blood giant.

Diagon Alley is still bustling with people coming and going.

But for Harry, he would rather live on the street than go home to his damn aunt and uncle.

"Harry!"

Just as the boy was looking around, a happy female voice sounded behind him.

A breeze blew by, but a girl with long brown hair suddenly rushed out and appeared next to the two of them.

The girl was wearing Hogwarts burlap magic robes, and her face was filled with a warm smile when she saw Harry.

"Hermione!"

The moment he saw the girl, an eager smile appeared on Harry's face.

"How was your vacation?"

"That's terrible." Harry shook his head helplessly: "Forget about me, Hermione, you need to tell me what textbooks to buy for the new semester!"

Seeing her best friend's anxious look, Hermione smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Harry, don't worry, I didn't buy any books either. Follow me and we'll go to the bookstore."

The two little ones took Hagrid to various bookstores to select textbooks needed for the new semester.

"Well, let me see the list." Hermione looked down at the note in her hand.

"I've bought everything I need."

"But..." the girl hesitated: "Why doesn't the course "Defense Against the Dark Arts" require the purchase of books?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Hearing Hermione's words, a look of helplessness flashed across Harry's face: "Come on, Hermione, the teachers who have taken this course are all incompetent."

"But."

Listening to Harry's words, Hermione hesitated to speak, but thinking of Professor Quirrell's performance, the girl finally chose to remain silent.

The two quickly bought the books they needed and parted at the entrance to Diagon Alley.

"By the way, Harry, don't forget when school starts!" Hermione seriously reminded her friend who liked to forget things, and the two parted ways.

School always starts quickly.

When night fell, teachers and students who returned to school gathered in twos and threes in the castle auditorium.

The ceiling of the hall shines with golden stars.

from under the ceiling,

There are four long tables in the hall of Hogwarts, and their robes are engraved with the emblems of their respective houses.

Every long table was filled with people,

Everyone happily shared their vacation experiences with their classmates and friends.

"Buzz~"

The sound of many people speaking in unison was like the buzzing of thousands of noisy bees.

At this moment, there are four long tables.

Dumbledore sat in the center of the classroom. Next to him sat the gloomy-looking Professor Snape and the always serious Professor McGonagall.

However, many young wizards saw an empty seat next to Principal Dumbledore, which made many students curious.

Perhaps the vacant seat is the new Defense Against Dark Arts professor.

"Have you heard?" Ron's twin brother came closer to the red-haired Ron: "The new professor has changed this time!"

"Huh?" Ron stared at him with dead eyes: "Isn't it Professor Lockhart?"

"Oh, my stupid brother, I didn't expect you to know that it was Professor Lockhart?" Fred looked at his brother in surprise and shook his head: "I also heard what others said."

"The new professor this time is very young."

"And people who have heard him say that guy is very handsome."

"New teacher?" Harry sighed, ate the remaining bread on the table and said, "I just hope this teacher has some real stuff."

"Honestly, I even doubt that every class of teachers lasts enough for one semester."

More and more wizards gathered in the auditorium.

Until almost everyone reached the auditorium.

"Snapped."

A series of crisp footsteps fell clearly in everyone's ears.

This feeling is amazing.

It should have been lost in the noisy crowd, but surprisingly, it resounded through the auditorium unmistakably.

This made everyone shut up involuntarily.

Everyone holds their breath and looks forward to it.

They followed the footsteps.

"Ah, it's really lively tonight."

The blond boy was walking in the hall corridor wearing a plain black dress.

The luxurious chandelier overhead casts light, making the blond hair shine like a bright light.

Geno Luthor is smiling,

Even if she is watched by countless pairs of eyes, she has no stage fright.

He just walked to Dumbledore's side naturally and elegantly, and sat beside the revered headmaster.

The boy leaned lazily on his chair.

"Welcome, Gino, everyone is waiting for you."

Dumbledore looked at the boy with a smile.

He gently stroked his slender silver beard, picked up the wine glass in his hand and tapped it gently.

Although the hall was already quiet, Dumbledore still stood up and said to everyone: "Young wizards."

"Before we start enjoying the meal, please allow me to introduce you to the new teachers."

"Let Professor Geno Luther say a few words for us."

He sat down with a smile, leaving the stage to the young man.

"Shh!"

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes fell on the young man.