[HPDHGSG] Subversion of parallel time and space

They could still hear singing and strange crashing sounds from the other side of the camp, echoing long in the night air.

There was dead silence in the tent before going to bed. Everyone lost the mood to celebrate and fell asleep after hastily washing.Harry and Hermione (though they weren't in the same tent but Harry knew she was too) were up, vaguely worried about how things would go tonight, and whether Ewell would succeed.

In the middle of the night, Harry was "shaked awake" by Mr. Weasley, who horrified everyone to leave the tent and go to safety.Everyone hurried outside, and by the light of the few fires that were still burning, Harry saw people running towards the woods.Loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts all moved towards them.Then, a strong green light flashed, illuminating everything around:

A group of Death Eaters huddled together, each with their wands pointed upwards, pushing forward together, moving slowly across the field.Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, distorted into various weird shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes, Controlled by invisible strings escaping into the air from the wand, two of them were small figures.

The Death Eaters yelled something like this with great excitement:

"The Dark Lord has returned! [The Dark Lord has returned!]"

This undoubtedly exacerbated the chaos of the panicked crowd, and people ran frantically to the other side of the woods.Mr. Weasley entrusted a group of children to the eldest son and the second son, and hurried to find other staff of the Ministry of Magic. While Sirius was closely guarding Harry, the group fled deep into the forest with the flow of people.

After running a few steps, I saw that the people in front were retreating one after another, yelling: "There are also in front!!" and so on, so in the end a very scary situation was formed-there were Death Eaters all around, innocent people The audience was surrounded in the middle, terrified and uneasy, and fear permeated the noisy crowd. Sirius led Harry away from the Weasleys, worked hard to get into the crowd, and put away Harry's glasses.

In the hot crowd, Harry silently wondered if Voldemort's resurrection could recruit more Death Eaters... But the news of Azkaban's escape was really well blocked by the Ministry of Magic...

Soon, the so-called Dark Lord walked out from the crowd of Death Eaters, followed by Bellatrix, whose expression was so excited that he could call it crazy, who was levitating the four of the forest guards with a wand in his hand. mouth.Harry pursed his lips, secretly thinking that if Ewell didn't keep those innocent people safe today, he must scold him next time.

"Quiet."

Voldemort spoke softly, and the spell sealed the throats of the terrified crowd, silencing them.

Voldemort motioned for Bellatrix to put the Muggles down, who roughly threw the levitating figures to the ground.Harry gasped, regretting not doing something earlier, those two children were too young!

"Those who once delusionally thought that the Dark Lord has disappeared, your stupidity is clearly revealed at this moment."

Voldemort said, pacing around the half-conscious Muggles.

"The great Dark Lord cannot be destroyed! The Dark Lord, once again, is back!"

The words with a loud voice reverberating in the silence are very intimidating, and as soon as his voice fell, the excited roar of the Death Eaters made the crowd more and more frightened, and Harry could even feel the magic molecules in the air gather together due to the intensity trembling with emotion.

"Look at these dirty Muggles," Voldemort pointed to the four people on the ground with his wand, his expression was very sincere, but disgusting on that snake face, "stupid, weak, incompetent!"

"Why do we hide from such people? Why don't they hide from us who are powerful? Why do we protect Muggles? We are born to rule them!

"Join us, we will start a new era!

"Those who joined, welcome!

"Those who don't join, be careful!

"Because, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish!"

Saying that, Voldemort stabbed his wand towards the sky, "The bones reappear!"

An extremely huge skeleton is composed of countless green star-like things, and a large boa constrictor protrudes from the skull's mouth like a tongue.As they watched, the skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

Seeing the Black Devil's mark, people's panic almost reached the point of no increase, but they let out a sound. Desperation and fear almost thickened the air, making it difficult to breathe.

"Wow--"

Crying broke the silence, and one of the forester's children woke up from a coma, crying loudly because of shock and pain.Voldemort was obviously irritated by this Muggle kid who was disturbing the atmosphere. He raised his hand, and the tip of the yew wand was brewing with the green light of the Killing Curse: "It starts with you!"

Someone in the crowd screamed silently, but everything was still except for the cry of the child.

"Armor protection!"

A strange voice broke the maddening silence, and the armor curse, which normally could not resist the Killing Curse, hit the child in front of him, blocking the deadly green light.The child's sobs were stifled by a mixture of surprise and horror.

Voldemort looked furiously at the source of the armor curse: "Who is it?!"

A slender figure in a pure black robe floated above the crowd, with the aura of dominating the world, looking down at the enraged Voldemort as if watching a funny show.

"My name is Evel Slytherin, Heir of Slytherin."

The author has something to say: I am greatly influenced by the article "Water of Slytherin" on my attitude towards Snape. I am not a fan of professors, so I always evaluate him from two aspects. No matter how great a person is, there are mistakes. (such as Lao Deng), let alone Snape?If you don't like it, just skip that part, the professor will have a new life in the sixth grade, I promise.Their goal is "light belongs to everyone", focus on happyending for 100 years~^_^

Suddenly I can't write the lines of the brainless Voldemort, I always feel that I can't write that kind of pretense, Ralph Fiennes is really too good... (does anyone know, he also starred in "007 Skyfall Murder)

For those of you who watch X-Men like me: When I wrote about Evel's appearance, I could only imagine Magneto levitating, especially in the Days of Future Past trailer!

chapter114. As expected

"My name is Evel Slytherin, Heir of Slytherin."

As soon as this remark came out, the effect was dramatic: Voldemort looked at the handsome young man, laughed, and said arrogantly: "An unknown person dares to claim that he is a descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin!" ?”

Evel was not angered, he just sneered lightly, his garnet-colored eyes were full of disdain: "Not only the offspring, but also the heir, the current head of the Slytherin family. Like you, the ancestor of Salazar It’s too late to kill you, and claiming to be his offspring? Ridiculous.”

This time it was Voldemort who was pissed off - there's no way, just a little piece of soul, can you expect him to have a brain? --He roared and said: "The last blood of Slytherin is flowing in my body! There can be no one else! Slytherin has been blocked for thousands of years, and it is impossible to be found, let alone opened ! You, you liar!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and frantically threw the Killing Curse.

Ewell looked coldly at Voldemort below, while dissolving the Killing Curse indifferently, he was afraid that if his soul was incomplete, he would lose his mind, so far he still didn't realize it.

Voldemort got tired of throwing the Killing Curse afterwards, so Ewell went on to say: "It's stupid to declare that you want to slaughter Muggles if you don't understand Muggles, not to mention the slaughter is devoid of conscience, it is even more shameful to threaten the same kind just because of different ideas." With a wave of his hand, the yew wand that Salazar personally made for him shot out light, covering the innocent crowd, and when he raised his hand again, it was as if the people had finally stretched out their heads from the water to get air again. Voices are gained, but few dare to speak.Ewell fell to the ground slowly, comforting people with a less cold face, "That self-righteous lunatic can't hurt you, I'm here, and people from the Ministry of Magic are here."

So at this time, the Death Eaters realized that there were Aurors and strikers from the Ministry of Magic behind them. What is this called?The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.

So for a long time, a large number of innocent and terrified spectators watched the chaos outside the protective shield set by Ewell, while Ewell was alone with the four poor Muggles Heal them, use magic spells to soothe their overly frightened spirits, and use the most perfect spells to erase the memories of the two children in the deepest way.

"Who the hell are you?!" Someone asked loudly in the still somewhat uneasy crowd.

Ewell gently put down the sleeping child in his arms, and stood up, with no doubt about the kingly demeanor exuding from his body: "As I said, I am Evel Slytherin, the heir of Slytherin."

-----I am a messy dividing line-----

"By Merlin! Merlin blesses you all safe and sound!"

When the group returned to the Burrow in dismay, they saw Mrs. Weasley anxiously waiting at the door. Mrs. Weasley had obviously been waiting for them in the front yard. Slippers to wear in the bedroom.As soon as they saw them, they rushed to hug Mr. Weasley, and then hugged from Ginny to Bill, to Harry, to Hermione.Well, forget about Sirius.

"I heard the report on the radio, and I saw that you all pointed to 'life-threatening' on the clock, oh, Merlin, I'm going to be so worried!" As she spoke, she grabbed Fred to everyone's surprise. Red and George hugged each other hard again.She pushed so hard that the twins' heads banged together.

"Ouch! Mom—you're strangling us—"

"I yelled at you before you left!" said Mrs. Weasley, bursting into tears. "I've been thinking about this! If You-Know-Who takes you and my last words to you Is it because your OWLs test scores are not satisfactory? Oh, Fred...George..."

Mrs. Weasley led them into the kitchen while chattering, "I'll make some soup..."

Ten minutes later, everyone was sitting around the table contentedly drinking hot onion soup. There is a hint of coolness in the late summer morning in Britain, coupled with the thrilling experience of having cold hands and feet all night, a bowl of hot soup is really delicious. It's perfect.

Just as Bill got up to get two bottles of Firewhiskey for himself, Charlie, Mr. Weasley and Sirius, a brown owl swooped in and landed on the dining table with a stack of newspapers.

"Ah, the Daily Prophet! Just in time," said Mr. Weasley, taking a newspaper from the owl, and putting a penny in the pouch on the owl's leg.

Mr. Weasley laid the newspaper flat on the table so that everyone could see the big headline - "Clouds of Fear: The Return of You-Know-Who! Lights of Hope: The True Heir of Slytherin?" Ewell fights Voldemort, protecting a large crowd of Quidditch World Cup spectators, and there are two other small pictures, which are the Dark Mark and Ewell taking care of Muggle children.

Harry looked at the pictures and wondered: isn't anyone wondering how Rita Skeeter got them?

"It's rare that Skeeter didn't go after the Ministry of Magic," said Mr. Weasley, scanning the front page quickly.

Well, of course she won't, Harry thought as he read Skeeter's manuscript carefully. He had told Ewell to not let the Ministry of Magic lose face during the birth process, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would be very unhappy Be the first step to help Ewell stand on his feet.That's why Ewell didn't kill the Death Eaters alone last night, but cooperated with the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.

I have to admit that Skeeter's articles are very well written, especially contagious, well-founded, and seem to be logical and practical. She also likes to use rhetorical questions to plant the seeds of the ideas she wants to instill in readers. Let them germinate on their own.Otherwise, "Dumbledore's Life and Lies" written by her in the previous life would not be so popular.

Moreover, there are so many reporters and writers who speak for the Ministry of Magic and whitewash the peace for the Ministry of Magic, but only Rita Skeeter dares to scold the Ministry of Magic, and scolds hard. The "uncrowned king" of the wizarding press.

…although it can be annoying to dig up gossip at times, Harry added finally.

And... Occasionally hypocritical?Harry looked at the passage where Skeeter described Ewell rescuing several Muggles, and revised his conclusion again.

A quick scan of Skeeter's interview clips ("Ewell Slytherin was my saviour." "I can't believe his last name is Slytherin! You know, he's protecting Muggles and talking to The confrontation between the mysterious man who has always claimed to be the heir of Slytherin..."), Harry twitched his lips in satisfaction, yes, as expected, Ewell was born, and the first battle was won~!

For the next week or so, the magic world had different opinions on Ewell, the so-called "Slytherin's true heir".However, it is worth mentioning that the Ministry of Magic still performed relatively positively. They even awarded Ewell an "Emergency Contribution Award" to "recognize his heroic actions in emergency situations at the Quidditch World Cup." .After a week, two new news came out that pushed Ewell to the forefront:

The first is the request issued by Rowena Ravenclaw as the head of Ravenclaw College - to publish the research results of the special and magical nature of the surname "Slytherin" within Ravenclaw College .

Studies have pointed out that the surname Slytherin has long-lost family magic, and only those who are recognized by the family and have Slytherin blood can have this surname, otherwise they will be backlashed by magic, even if they just declare That's what happened to anyone whose last name was Slytherin.So Evel's identity is clearly revealed-really, the heir of Slytherin, honestly, who has ever heard Voldemort say his name?Not to mention the last name.For those who know Voldemort's identity, they have no doubt about Ewell's identity. If Voldemort is really the heir of Slytherin, why didn't he just say that his surname is Slytherin?

Followed by Draco, in the recent Rita Skeeter's regular interview with "Magic World is Trending towards Leader", she naturally asked Draco's attitude towards Evel, Draco He would not miss this opportunity—but it is also possible that Ewell asked Skeeter to ask in advance—to elaborate on the position of the Malfoy family, one of the most important magical nobles in Britain.

At the beginning, he reconfirmed Evel's identity, revisited the research of Ravenclaws, and then claimed: "As the heir of the Malfoy family, and even as a member of the wizarding world, I am grateful that this Sis With the emergence of the real heir of Lytherin, I believe that if the Ministry of Magic can cooperate with the real heir of Slytherin, the mysterious man will not be able to threaten the status quo that the Ministry of Magic maintains. "

"It's really good. It not only flatters the Ministry of Magic, but also hints at the position of the Malfoy family." Sitting under the tree, Hermione said, waving the "Daily Prophet" at Harry who came over with a gun.

Harry wiped the sweat off his brow, sat next to Hermione, squinted at the Weasleys who were still playing three-on-three Quidditch not far away, and responded, "Yes, as expected of Della Ke, but I really can only trouble him to talk about these things."

"I guess by the time school starts, the big noble families in England will be able to choose their positions." Hermione said while flipping through other pages of the newspaper.

Harry seemed to remember something, and said, "By the way, I think the three of us should do something too. It just so happens that the Triwizard Tournament Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will be here."

"Ah, I understand what you mean," Hermione covered her forehead with a newspaper, "Inter-school exchanges really should pay more attention, Hogwarts is about to begin to reproduce the glory of a thousand years ago, we have to do a good job All possible preparations."

In the last two weeks of summer vacation, Harry and Hermione found a pen pal in Durmstrang and Beauxbatons respectively. How did you find them?I found it by shopping in Diagon Alley. During the summer vacation, the ultimate holographic version of the "Pioneer" game console was released and the follow-up influence of the Quidditch World Cup is still there. In addition, as the heirs of Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione have Hogwarts In the information of all the students, if you see young people who are similar in age but are not Hogwarts students, aren't they from other magic schools?

So the rest of the summer vacation passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was time to pack. Harry watched as Ron moved a large pile of packages to Harry's camp bed, and threw the money bag and a large bag of socks on the bed. Next to the package, while folding underwear with Helga's little practical life magic (in fact, most of which she invented herself), I heard Ron yelling in disgust from behind.

"What kind of stuff is this?"

Ron was holding something that looked to Harry like a maroon velvet dress with moldy ruffles at the neck and matching lace at the cuffs.

Oh - I know what this is, Harry wondered inwardly, but the holly wand in his hand didn't stop.

Just then there was a knock on the door, and Mrs. Weasley came in, holding the freshly washed and ironed Hogwarts robe in her arms.

"Here for you," she said, dividing the robes into two piles. "Now, remember to put them neatly when you pack them, so they don't wrinkle." --Helga has a dozen stacks Spells, no problem.

"Mom, you gave me Ginny's new dress," said Ron, handing her the dress.

"How could I be mistaken," said Mrs. Weasley. "This is for you, gown robe."

"What?" said Ron, looking horrified - perfectly understandable horrified, Harry added after thinking about it.

"Dress robes!" Mrs. Weasley said again. "The list from your school says that you should prepare dress robes this year... just formal robes."

"You must be joking," said Ron in disbelief. "I would never wear that, never!"

"Everybody's gotta wear it, Ron!" said Mrs. Weasley annoyed. "That's all those clothes! Your father has a few too, for a decent party!"

Ron was about to say, "I'd rather have a bra than wear it," but suddenly seeing Harry winking at him, he stopped being stubborn and said, "Okay, Mum."

Mrs. Weasley seemed very satisfied with Ron's understanding, "That's great, I will understand my parents. If there is still a chance, I will try to buy you a better one. Harry, yours is in that package, look Let's see." With that, she left the bedroom.

"Harry, you have a solution, right?" Ron grabbed the "dress" and looked at Harry pitifully.

Harry shrugged: "Of course, why don't I combine next year's birthday present with this year's Christmas present and give you a dress."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and put his arm around Harry's shoulders: "Oh, buddy, I knew you could be relied on."

The author has something to say: Ah, it’s another summer vacation with a lot of things~ Hurry up and start school~

chapter115. Triwizard Tournament

"I may see you all soon," Charlie said with a smile as he hugged Ginny and said goodbye.

"Why?" Fred asked eagerly.

"You'll know," said Charlie, "and don't ever tell Percy that I mentioned it... You know, it's 'Top Secret Information until the Ministry of Magic sees fit.'"

"Ah, I wish I could go back to Hogwarts this year," Bill said.With his hands in his pockets, he looked at the train with a melancholy expression.

"Why?" George asked impatiently.

"You guys are going to have a really fun year," Bill said, eyes gleaming. "I might take time off to watch part of..."

"Part of what?" Ron asked.

The little Weasleys were annoyed by their brother's cover-ups, and Harry and Hermione looked at each other, their mouths pursed to hold back a smile.

Just then, the whistle blew and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley herded them towards the car door.They were all buzzing their goodbyes, and Hermione hugged her new Norwegian Forest cat.

"Oh, Arthur, I'm glad they changed the charter..." Mrs. Weasley said, turning her head to Mr. Weasley.

"What-cha-cheng-?!" Fred and George asked loudly, but no one answered. The Hogwarts Express led them away from the platform slowly, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie asked them With a wave of his hand, the apparition disappeared.

"Merlin's trousers!" Ron cursed, "Killing it!"

"We'll have to see if we can get it out of the students," said Fred angrily, and he and George left quickly.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione went back to their cubicle, where the heavy rain was pattering against the glass windows, making it difficult for them to see outside.

Harry flexed his neck. He was writing last night to that fifth-year boy in Durmstrang, Ludwig von Stauffenberg, yes, with "Von" in his name. ", Harry admitted that knowing him was a coincidence, but they have a common language, they are both very interested in Muggle history, so the words are very speculative.

Hermione's new pet jumped out of its owner's arms and walked gracefully along the window sill, drawing Harry's attention. Its ears were rounded at the tips, broad at the base, set low, alert, and well-furnished.The white semi-long hair is beautiful, and the blue eyes have the wildness and unrulyness of the feline. "A beautiful Norwegian Forest cat, Hermione, what's his name?"

"Legolas," said Hermione, smiling and looking at the white cat jumping on the luggage rack, "means 'green leaf', he is very active and likes nature and green, so I think he will like the Hogwarts environment of."

Harry frowned: "Is it because I have learned too little language? Why does my brain tell me that there is no 'green leaf' in any language I know that is Legolas?"

"Of course you don't know, dear Harry," Hermione smiled mysteriously. "This is Quenya, a language that only existed when time was still measured in 'epochs.'"

"Vivienne, you have learned so much?" Harry knew that Hermione had learned more languages ​​than him, but such an ancient language was still the language of elves that had long since ceased to exist in the human world. Harry expressed that he and his The little friends were shocked.

Hermione blinked mischievously: "Interest is the best teacher, Harry, you didn't carefully read the game catalog launched by 'Herald'."

"Of course not!" Harry rolled his eyes, "It's so long! I just play a little game."

Hermione took out the ultimate holographic version of her "Pioneer" game console from her backpack, turned it on, found the game list, and pointed it out to Harry. Harry glanced at it, and opened his mouth involuntarily: "Middle-earth series A large holographic game?" He looked up at Hermione who was smiling like a cat catching a fish, "Is this the game you were expecting?"

"It's not just me~" Hermione stretched out her index finger and shook Harry, "At least a quarter of the people in Ravenclaw are eager to see through. To be honest, holographic games are good, the feeling of being on the scene, It’s like drinking too much Felix Felicia, which makes people feel ecstatic! --Ah, Lucia’s letter yesterday said that she almost stayed up all night to play~” Lucia von Stauffenberg, ha Harry's pen pal, Ludwig's younger sister, is the same age as Hermione, and the two chatted inseparably in Diagon Alley that day. To be honest, Harry found it depressing that Hermione made same-sex friends much faster than him up.

"Why can't I understand what you're saying?" Ron said gloomily, "What is 'epoch'? Is it in our "History of Magic"?"

Hermione turned off the screen of the game console, and said, "Ron, it's normal that you don't know. Only some Ravenclaws would spend time studying the history of the Epoch, and of course there is none in "History of Magic".-- Hey, but Harry, in the middle of the last century, JRR Tolkien, recognized as one of the best Middle-earth period history experts in history, published a series of Middle-earth period histories in the Muggle world, so I even estimate that Muggle Guari knows that history is bigger than Wizards."

"I never noticed, Dudley never liked to read, although occasionally he would ask his parents for some books to lend me." Harry shook his head, "But if there are, I will read them when I have time, which can be regarded as supplementary. Knowledge is ready.--Ron, are you interested?"

Ron shook his head vigorously: "I'm not interested in history, buddy."

"Why 'green leaves'? Does the cat like trees or something?" Harry continued the opening question.

Hermione blinked, looked up at the cat curled up on the luggage rack, and said, "This is the name of the [MirkWood] elf prince of the Mirkwood during the Middle-earth period. Cautious, adventurous, when the Lord of the Rings expedition, he was-oh, forget it, you don't know the history of Middle-earth. You only need to read the books written by Professor Tolkien, and you will find that you You have a common language with many Ravenclaws - but only if you have a very good memory."

"The days of Middle-earth, a time of forgotten glory, and that was before I was even born." Lyle said lazily on Harry's wrist.

The Hogwarts Express crossed the vast plains in the gloomy rain, and Harry, Ron and Hermione had to use waterproofing charms when they left the carriage-Harry and Hermione did it, of course, but they couldn't either. It's too advanced, but it's just to keep luggage and pets out of the rain.Hermione said goodbye to Harry and Ron, and went to find Rowena and Luna to ride in the carriage together.

The carriage passed through the gate with winged boar sculptures on both sides, and drove down the wide driveway, shaking violently due to the strong wind.Leaning against the window, Harry saw Hogwarts getting closer, the many lighted windows gleaming dimly behind thick rain curtains.Their carriage stopped at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oak gates, and at this moment, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the people in the front carriage had hurried up the stone steps and ran into the castle.Harry, Ron, and Neville and Seamus, who were riding with them, jumped out of the carriage and ran up the stone steps in three steps at a time. They didn't raise their heads until they entered the cave-like deep hall.Torches were lit in the foyer, and the marble staircase was magnificent.

"Jesus," said Seamus, shaking his head so hard that he sprayed water all over the place, "if this keeps going on, the lake's going to flood. I'm a drowned--jeez! "

A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and exploded above Seamus' head.Seamus was drenched in water, muttering in his mouth, stumbled and dodged, and fell on Neville next to him.Just then, a second water bomb fell, narrowly missing Ron, and exploding at Harry's feet.Harry was quick to cast a water-repellent charm on his shoes to keep his sneakers and socks.The people around screamed and pushed each other, all wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.Harry looked up to see the mischievous Peeves floating twenty feet above them.He was short and wore a hat with bells and an orange bow tie.He took aim again, the muscles of his broad, mischievous face tensed.

"Peves!" cried an angry voice, "Peves, come down!"

Professor McGonagall, Vice-Chancellor and Head of Gryffindor House, burst from the Great Hall.The ground was too wet, her feet slipped, and she quickly grabbed the innocent Hermione's neck who didn't know why she was there so she didn't fall down.

"Ouch—I'm sorry, Miss Granger—"

"It's all right, Professor!" gasped Hermione Granger, rubbing her throat.

"Peves, come down now!" Professor McGonagall yelled, she straightened her pointed hat and stared up through her square-rimmed glasses.

"I didn't do anything!" Peeves giggled, and threw a water bomb at several fifth-grade girls—the girls rushed into the auditorium screaming in fright, "Anyway, they're already wet, yes Right? Hey, little boy! Eat me!" He picked up another water bomb and aimed it at a group of second graders who had just entered.

"Peves."

Ah, I guess the critters at Hogwarts have never loved Barrow the Bloodman so much.I saw Barrow floating up from downstairs like a savior, his complexion was better than usual, but no matter what his complexion was, he was the guy Peeves feared the most, so when Peeves saw Barrow, he looked like a ghost. The fastest speed slipped away.

The watery little animals breathed a sigh of relief, and Professor McGonagall probably did too. She straightened her hat again and said to the bloody Barrow, "Thank you, Barrow."

"You don't have to thank me at all, Professor." Barrow glanced at Professor McGonagall and left.

Harry looked at Hermione who was mouthing "For Merlin's sake" to Harry, flattened his mouth, yawned again, and dried himself with his wand.Bloody Baron wouldn't meddle in his own business. Salazar must have called him here.Harry thought hesitantly as he walked into the Great Hall.

On the staff dining table, unexpectedly, sitting, Sirius? !

Harry and his friends were stunned...

Sitting next to Grindelwald, Sirius is obviously the professor of the protection of magical animals after Remus Lupine. Since Grindelwald came to Hogwarts to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the so-called The "curse" was broken. The first-generation Dark Lord sat firmly in the position for two years, and he is still there now, and the teaching effect is surprisingly good, making people feel that it was almost worth it before.Oh, back to the point, Sirius, Harry brought his thoughts back so quickly that his godfather was waving at him...

Harry suddenly felt a migraine. Sirius definitely came to be a professor because he was studying at Hogwarts, but with him alone, he was almost as good as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Anyway, Lupine was the NEWTs' protector of magical animals. Class is O, okay?Don't he get anything more dangerous than a hippogriff...

"Wow, Sirius taught us to protect magical animals!" Ron was very excited, pulling Harry to wave to Sirius in response, "I can't believe he kept a summer vacation a secret from us!"

Merlin's coaching license!Harry sighed silently, did Dumbledore let another person with insufficient professional standards to teach?I hope Sirius prepares lessons carefully, otherwise the teacher and the others will get angry again...

The next sorting ceremony passed quickly, and Dennis Corrivy, Colin's younger brother, was sorted into Gryffindor,