hp Ouroboros

Sylvia and Camille got into the carriage after falling behind the crowd. When they walked into the auditorium, almost all the young wizards had already sat down at their long table in the college. They separated at the door and sat down in the auditorium. The Gryffindor and Slytherin tables go at both ends.

Before Camille's butt could even touch the wooden bench, Hermione leaned over and said to her in a low voice, "Senior Camille, look, Hagrid isn't here!"

Her eyes followed the direction Hermione was pointing at, Hagrid's big man, if he was really on the professor's chair, Camille didn't need to look for it at all.However, Camille only saw a woman in Hagrid's original place—seemed a little familiar?It seems that you have taught a class before or something?Camille didn't think much of it.

Unlike Harry and Hermione who are so nervous about guessing what mysterious mission Heigl performed at the request of Principal Dumbledore, although Camille and Hagrid are both big, dangerous, and magical animals, they are still interested. Not bad, but not to the point where Camille would be unable to eat because of him.

Camille patted her stomach, and in order to leave half of the place for Sylvia to put her green vegetable salad, she missed half of the pie!If I knew it, I would have used the Untraceable Stretching Charm... While Hermione and Harry lowered their voices to discuss Hagrid's whereabouts, Camille secretly regretted that they should have brought more food to the train.

"Who is that?" Hermione asked, after scanning the professor's chair back and forth many times, and suddenly pointed to the middle of the professor's chair.

In order to divert the slight hunger in his stomach, Camille also followed Harry's gaze to the professor's seat.

It was very rare that Headmaster Dumbledore, who was wearing a dark purple robe full of silver stars in the middle of the professor's chair, was not the one with the most conspicuous clothes and the weirdest taste on the professor's chair tonight.

Pink... Camille frowned in disgust, and even turned her body back slightly, hoping to be a little farther away from the professor's chair—a short, fat woman who was talking to Dumbledore, with an ugly tattoo on her head Her big bright pink bow, which theoretically matches the fuzzy pink cardigan she wears over her gown, but...

Camille didn't want to continue to study who it was, she covered her face and turned back to the long empty Gryffindor table.Such a set of clothes would look tacky even on Sylvia's perfect face and figure, not to mention that they are now being worn in a place that is about fifty years old... no, probably over seven years old. ten?I didn't look closely at the person's face, but her short curly taupe hair, which wasn't very shiny, didn't look like the hair color of a young adult.

"Which Umbridge!" Harry exclaimed suddenly.

"Who?" Hermione asked.

"She took part in my interrogation, and she worked for Fudge!"

Camille used the corner of her eye to reluctantly look at the clump of pink. At this moment, she seemed to have just finished speaking, turned her face, and took a sip from her goblet, so Camille saw the unsightly picture. To the 'shocked' face seen a month ago in the corridor of the Ministry of Magic's Wizengamot interrogation room.

However, the consequence of recognizing that face was that Camille covered her face in pain again. After a few seconds, she put down her hand and stared at the leader of Slytherin with her eyes—hoping that Syl's face had some cleansing effect. Use it!

Harry and Hermione's focus is much tighter than Camille's. "She works for Fudge!" Hermione repeated Harry's words, frowning. "Then what is she doing here?"

Before Harry and Hermione could figure it out, the door leading to the hall opened, and a long line of first-years who seemed to be in shock walked into the auditorium led by Professor McGonagall.

The chattering old students in the auditorium quickly quieted down consciously, and pretended to be seniors. The appearance of sitting upright made the group of first-year freshmen who looked like frightened chickens look even more nervous. up.

When Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat and stepped aside, all the teachers and students in the school waited with bated breath. Then, the slit next to the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat sang loudly: "A long time ago, I was A new hat, when Hogwarts was not yet built, the four founders of the noble school thought they would never part ways. The same goal united them, and their desires were so consistent: To build the world The best magic school, let their knowledge be passed on and continued."

This year's Sorting Hat song sounds different from previous years, Camille raised an eyebrow, and finally raised some interest in listening to it.

The Sorting Hat is still singing, and this year its song sounds particularly lengthy, as if it decided to use a song to tell the story of Hogwarts, "What friends are there in this world. Can you compare Slytherin and Gran Findo is better? Unless you count another pair of best friends - Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw? How can such a good thing go wrong? How can such a friendship be wiped out? Alas, I have witnessed the sad story , So I can tell you in detail here. Slytherin said: "The students we teach must have the most pure blood." Ravenclaw said: "The students we teach must be intellectually superior. ' Gryffindor said: 'The students we teach. Must be brave and fearless.' Hufflepuff said: 'I will teach many people, and treat them all equally.' …”

In the middle, the Sorting Hat almost sang the traditional characteristics of the four houses of Hogwarts and the process from unity to division, and finally it sang: "Now the Sorting Hat is in front of you, and you all know the origin of the matter : I put you into each college, because my responsibilities cannot be changed. But this year I will say a few more days, please listen to my new song carefully:

Although I am destined to divide you, I fear it is not the right thing to do.

Although I have to do my duty to divide the new year into four, I fear that such a division will lead to the collapse I fear.

Oh, know the danger, read the omens, the lessons of history warn us, our Hogwarts is in danger, and enemies outside the school are watching.

We must be united within, otherwise everything will fall apart from within.

I have spoken to you bluntly, I have sounded the alarm for you!Now let's start sorting! "

It wasn't until the Sorting Hat finished singing and lay motionless on the high chair for a while that the people in the auditorium came back to their senses. There was applause but mixed with whispers. In the entire auditorium, the students were talking with the people sitting around them whispering to each other.However, no matter what the students below were talking about, the professors didn't mean to stand up and say something. Professor McGonagall presided over the sorting ceremony for the frightened first-year freshmen with a serious face as always.

After the sorting is a big meal, waiting for Camille to happily fill his stomach with five pieces of two-slap-sized steaks, two chicken pies, three chocolate lava cakes and a large cup of mint tea Green Lanffindor freshmen half-dead with fright), Dumbledore stood up, and the dessert on the table disappeared.

Some simple precautions for the new semester at the beginning are nothing new. According to Dumbledore, the 420th administrator, Filch, asked everyone not to cast spells in the corridor between classes. It is conceivable that there must be a 420th time next year. seven times.

"This year, we have had two changes in our teaching staff. We are delighted that she welcomes back Professor Graplan, who will teach you Care of Magical Creatures. We are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our Defense Against the Dark Arts New teacher." Dumbledore said the focus of this year.

There was polite but not very warm applause in the auditorium, Harry and Hermione exchanged a slightly nervous look, and Camille was busy rolling his eyes.

Dumbledore continued: "The selection for the House Quidditch team will be..."

"Cough, cough!" Dumbledore was interrupted by a throat-clearing voice that sounded very embarrassing on purpose, and after a careful search, it turned out that it was the new arrival, a little woman covered in pink.

Dumbledore looked surprised for a moment, and then he sat down alertly, looking intently at Professor Umbridge, as if he couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.But probably in the audience, only Professor Dumbledore's life experience is enough to make him behave so decently. The others, whether it is Professor Sprout's brow that is about to jump into her fluttering hair, or Professor McGonagall The mouth that was so tight that it turned white was enough to prove that no one had tried to interrupt Principal Dumbledore's speech before.

"Thank you, Headmaster," said Mrs. Umbridge, who looked so remarkably like Toad, with a smirk, "thank you for such a warm welcome." Her voice was high and shrill, with Breathing, like a little girl's voice.

There was a gasping sound at the Gryffindor table, and the Weasley twins turned their backs to each other and made a gag motion, which caused a low chuckle from around them.

Camille propped her forehead with her hands to keep herself from looking at the professor's seat. She really felt a little nauseous... It must not be the fault of her eating too much just now!She was just taught by Syl to have a taste for beauty!

Umbridge's next string of words was either pretending to try to express her liking for Hogwarts, or just writing a speech like a boring lecture about the Ministry of Magic's upbringing of young wizards. What the hell—Camille really couldn't describe what she said. After all, after hearing a few sentences, she decided to fix her eyes on Searle, and then silently memorized the five advanced deformation frameworks and 36 basic principles in her mind to cleanse her mind. Get rid of the discomfort that this pink toad brought to her physically and mentally.

When he recited it for the sixth time, Camille noticed that two or three students around him applauded symbolically, and Principal Dumbledore stood up again.

"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, your speech was very instructive." He bowed to her as he spoke, "Okay, as I said just now, the Quidditch selection will be... .”

"Yeah, really instructive," said Hermione in a low voice.

"Didn't you say you listened with gusto?" Harry asked in a low voice incredulously, turning his dull face to Hermione.

"I said illuminating, not entertaining," Hermione shot Harry a look. "It says a lot."

"Really..." Harry said in surprise, "I thought it was just a bunch of nonsense." Camille nodded in agreement with Potter.

"There's something important in the bullshit," said Hermione seriously. "What do you mean 'progress for progress's sake should never be encouraged'? What do you mean 'abolish that which we should prohibit'?"

"This means that the Ministry of Magic intends to intervene in Hogwarts!" Hermione very seriously concluded the long and long bureaucratic nonsense that Umbridge just said.

The Ministry of Magic really only needs to send such a pretentious and bureaucratic pink toad to Hogwarts to seize the professorship of a class, and it can completely destroy the interest of young wizards in studying. This is dislike for the current young wizards Ability is not bad enough? !Camille rolled a huge white eye.

Fine!Anyway, as long as it doesn't affect some of her and Searle's research or "small activities", she doesn't really care how poor the teaching quality of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which changes professors every year, can be.

However, it turns out that the arrival of a pink toad from the Ministry of Magic has not only affected the teaching level of a class.