Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 685 Dumbledore has something to say

  The train finally arrived at Hogsmeade Station.

  The students who had just got off the train were immediately doused by the cold rain outside, shivering from the cold.

   What the hell!

  December is never this cold.

  Albert, who had just got off the train, felt a chill rushing towards his face, and he exhaled a big mouthful of hot air.

  However, Albert had already made preparations. He had already put on a thick cloak and a raincoat on himself, and raised his magic wand to support the umbrella to block the cold rain falling from above his head.

   It's all the fault of the dementors!

   It must be the activities of those guys that caused the chill on this scale, otherwise how could the platform be frozen in the current weather.

   What the hell!

  Are all wizards in such a good physique?

   After being drenched in the rain like this, they didn't catch a collective cold?

   "First grade come here!"

  At one end of the platform, Hagrid was holding a lantern, waving to the panicked new students, ready to take them on a traditional journey across the lake.

  The rest of the students huddled together and shivered, heading towards the carriage line on the street under the rain. They couldn't wait to board the carriage and head to the warm Hogwarts castle.

  Albert found Fred, George, and Lee Jordan very easily. All three of them mastered the trick of using magic wands to conjure umbrellas. They were waiting for him at the side of the platform, especially conspicuous among the shivering crowd.

   "Oh my God, you're so well prepared."

  Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all stared dumbfoundedly at the fully armed Albert.

   "I've long guessed that the dementors would make the weather at Hogwarts look like this." Albert raised his finger and pointed to the sky above everyone's heads, signaling the three to look up.

   Dementors can be seen faintly in the rain, watching the train platform from above.

   "Azkaban prison must be terrible!" George muttered under his breath.

   "Come on, don't fall behind."

  The crowd walked through the rough and muddy path, and finally found the horse-drawn carriage on the streets of Hogsmeade. The students hurried to the horse-drawn carriages they had chosen, and quickly got into the carriages, as if they wanted to keep the rain and cold out of the carriages.

  After the four of them got into the car, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even if they opened their umbrellas, some of their robes were soaked by the rain, not to mention those unlucky ones who were completely soaked. I'm afraid they are shivering in the corner of the car right now!

   "It's really choking!"

  Fred smelled the musty and straw smell in the air, and couldn't help shivering.

Albert took out his wand, evaporated the wet rainwater on the robes for the three of them, and reminded: "You guys better take the time to learn this, some magic is still very useful, and it can be used to invent similar magic props in the future. I think most students will be willing to spend some money to buy this thing, and it always rains during the school season.”

   "You're right, the other unlucky ones who got wet in the rain will definitely buy it for a reason." Both Fred and George felt that this thing should have a market, and if there is a market, it means that there will be money to be made.

  The carriage drove towards the castle, and when it passed the gate of Hogwarts school, Albert saw two tall dementors wearing cloaks standing guard on both sides of the gate.

   An inexplicable chill hit the carriage.

  Fred, George, and Lee Jordan seemed to be unaware, and were pointing at the dementors outside the carriage. Maybe it was Albert sitting beside them, giving them full courage.

  The carriage drove along the long sloped driveway and finally stopped in front of the castle.

  The four got out of the carriage one after another, held up their umbrellas and joined the crowd rushing to the stone steps.

   After walking through the huge oak door, the chill in the air was only dispelled by the torches on the wall.

  Albert followed the crowd to the hall, and glanced at the candles suspended in mid-air. These magical candles were enchanted so that there would be no wax dripping from their heads, otherwise it would have been a different scene.

   Albert found a seat and sat down. When he looked up at the teacher's seat, he discovered something interesting. Their Potions professor, Snape, had been staring at the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and distorted anger and loathing appeared on his thin, sallow face.

   "Look at the teacher's seat." Albert said softly, "Our Potions professor seems to know the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

   "It's not just because the professorship of Defense Against the Dark Arts was robbed." Fred seemed a little gloating, and Snape's unhappiness was the source of their happiness.

   "I suspect they have a grudge." George added in a low voice.

   "Perhaps, Snape was robbed of his girlfriend by the other party." Li Qiaodan speculated maliciously, "Otherwise, there would be no such unforgettable hatred."

   "Snape can find a girlfriend?" Fred and George doubted.

   "Don't forget, Snape received Valentine's chocolates." Albert reminded the three of them kindly.

   This made the three of them shut up immediately, they were afraid that Snape would find out if they laughed out loud.

   "Ahem, where do you think Professor McGonagall has gone?" Fred looked at Professor Flitwick who entered the auditorium with an old hat and a three-legged stool, and quickly changed the subject.

   "Probably...to take Harry to the school hospital," speculated George, noticing that there was an empty seat next to Ron, and that Harry Potter wasn't in the Great Hall right now.

   "Quiet, the sorting ceremony is about to begin."

   Albert quietly looked at the sorting hat on the three-legged stool, recalling his memories of sorting.

  Gryffindor.

   Nothing wrong with that.

  Albert actually didn't care about the sorting, he was a little hungry, and regretted not having a snack just now.

  Most of the students in the hall probably don't have much patience for the sorting ceremony, and wish they could skip this **** ceremony and start enjoying the big meal.

it is finally over.

After the sorting ceremony was over, Albert also heaved a sigh of relief. He heard a whisper behind him. He followed everyone back and found that they were all looking at Harry, discussing the famous Harry Potter's insanity. The thing that passed out in front of the strange one.

   However, we soon ran out of time to talk about Harry Potter.

  At the teacher's seat, the principal stood up and spoke.

"welcome!"

Dumbledore routinely spread his arms and said, "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! Welcome to our old students - I have something very serious to tell you all before you get dazzled by the delicious food clear."

   All whispers disappeared, and the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

  Dumbledore seldom talked nonsense before the banquet started. He spoke now, obviously to say something very important.

"The dementors from Azkaban will perform the official duties of the Ministry of Magic at Hogwarts." Dumbledore cleared his throat and warned sternly: "During their stay here, anyone who has not Do not leave the school without permission."

"Don't play tricks with the dementors, and don't try to deceive them with disguises, not even the invisibility cloak, they don't understand what a request or an excuse is by nature." When Dumbledore said this, he still looked at Harry. Leigh glanced over there, and continued, "I hope the prefects, as well as our newly appointed Presidents of the Boys and Girls, will make sure that no student will ever run afoul of a dementor."

   "Please don't give the dementors an excuse to hurt you, okay?"

  When Dumbledore mentioned the President of the Student Union, Percy couldn't help puffing out his chest, as if he wanted to let people see the badge of the President of the Student Union on his chest.

   "I feel like Dumbledore is talking about you." George touched Albert's ribs with his elbow and said with a smile, "He just looked this way."

   "You are overthinking." Albert said calmly.

   "Someone smeared a dementor with a Patronus when they disagreed."

   "I think if you encounter dementors in Hogsmeade, you might do the same." Lee Jordan had such an expression, "Directly summon the Patronus to drive them away."

"Don't be stupid, I dare say that this year the school will send professors to Hogsmeade Village to watch, and nothing will happen there." Albert did not hide his dislike for dementors, he believed that no one would Love those monsters.

   "...Two new teachers joined our team." Dumbledore continued: "The first is Professor Lupine, who agreed to fill in the vacancy of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

   "Speaking of which, there are still people who dare to apply for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Maybe, he needs this decent job. Professor Lupine doesn't look like a rich man." Albert calmly analyzed, "If he has a good teaching level but can't find a job, something is wrong. It's very doubtful."

   "What is doubtful."

"identity."

   "Identity? You think there is something wrong with Professor Lupine. Is he really Sirius Black in disguise?"

   "It shouldn't be, otherwise Dumbledore will definitely find something is wrong."

   "... Rubeus Hagrid has come to fill the vacancy, and he has agreed to serve as a teacher in addition to his job as a gamekeeper."

   "Don't get too excited, Hagrid may know a lot about magical beasts, but he is definitely not a qualified professor." Albert looked at the three who were applauding, and poured cold water on them without hesitation.

   "That biting book sure doesn't look right!" muttered Fred.

   "Think of all the cuties Hagrid had, God knows what's going to come up in his classes."

   "Three-headed dog."

   "Fire Dragon."

   "Acromantula."

   "Oh, my God, that's not a good idea," Fred muttered under his breath. "He's not really going to bring acromanders into class, is he?"

  He hates those big spiders.

   "Probably not."

   It's not like someone really brought acromantia into the classroom.

   "Fortunately, we won't have to take protection of magical creatures after this year."

   “…let’s eat now!”

   As soon as the words fell, the golden plates and goblets in front of them were suddenly filled with food and drinks, and the table even groaned overwhelmed.

   While Albert was cutting a piece of steak, Nick, who was almost headless, floated over and said to Albert with a smile, "You really became a prefect."

"Thanks."

   "Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you, the password: it is auspicious."

   "This is the benefit of the prefect." Lee Jordan joked.

   "Shut up and eat your potatoes."

   After everyone had eaten and drank enough, the sound of the auditorium gradually became noisy. Dumbledore said a few more words and asked everyone to go back to rest.

   "See you later." Albert said goodbye to Fred, George and Lee Jordan, walked to the end of the long Gryffindor table, and shouted towards the table, "First graders, please go this way!"

   This time, Albert and Shannah didn't take the right route. After walking out of the restaurant, they climbed up the marble stairs and honestly followed the path that Percy took them back then.

  Albert led the new students through a door hidden behind sliding panels and hanging curtains, and trudged up many stairs before finally coming to the portrait of the Fat Lady at the end of the corridor.

   "Password?"

   "Auspicious stars are shining."

   "This is the common room of Gryffindor." Albert introduced to the freshmen, "You will live here in the future."

   "I'll leave it to you girls," he said to Shanna.

   "Okay," Shanna said behind her, "Girls, follow up."

  Albert led the boys to their dormitory. If Percy hadn't mentioned it to him on the train, he wouldn't know where the freshmen's dormitory was.

   After finally finishing his work, Albert dragged his weary pace back to the dormitory.

  As soon as I opened the door, I saw a fat cat squatting on the table and staring at me, the resentful eyes seemed to say: I'm hungry.

  (end of this chapter)