Chapter 310

The welcome dinner this school year is as usual.

Before long, under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, the freshmen of this period walked nervously to the teaching staff and lined up in a long line.

When Professor McGonagall put the old branch hat on the same old high footed stool, the conversation in the auditorium soon subsided.

This is true for every freshman. With all kinds of feelings, they face the upcoming mysterious hospital separation ceremony with fear.

In the light of many candles, the faces of the freshmen looked too pale.

At this moment, all the teachers and students of the school were waiting quietly - waiting for the branch hat to be sung like a tongue twister after making it up for a whole year.

It has to be said that it is a pile of cliches. It is not so much introducing the origin of the school to the freshmen as reciting the history of Hogwarts.

It pulled the thread and twisted the brim of its hat to convey what it should convey out of tune, so that the freshmen could hear it.

Fortunately, the song of the branch hat ended soon.

"... so let's divide the hospital now!"

After singing the last sentence, the branch hat returned to the motionless state at the beginning. Only its strange tune song had an ending, which echoed and died in the quiet auditorium.

After that, the branch ceremony began unintentionally and ended without accident.

"Welcome to the new students," Dumbledore stood up and smiled with open arms. "Of course, welcome to the old students! Although we do have to announce something, it must not be now - let's eat happily!"

The welcome dinner has always been very rich. All kinds of delicious dishes appeared in front of the little wizards in the way of "stacking" rather than "arrangement".

oh ok Correct it - not only in front of the little wizards, but also in the teaching staff.

But even so, Harry, they thought something was missing.

For example, the vacant seat on the teaching staff seat is still empty; For another example, Hagrid's figure still did not appear in the auditorium.

Until everyone had enjoyed the last dessert - those sweet and greasy syrup fruit pies, Dumbledore stood up again and calmed the little wizards again.

As I said before, the ballad of the branch hat is only a clich é after all. What is really useful still needs to be explained to you by the greatest White Wizard of our time.

"When everyone's stomach bag is working for rich and delicious food, I would like to ask you to listen to me as usual about some precautions in the new semester."

"Freshmen need to know that the forbidden forest beside the hunting ground can't go in - I would like to reiterate that senior students should also try to remember this."

"Then, Mr. filch, the administrator, asked me to remind you that the school rules to be observed in study and life are posted next to the door of his office - that list is a little long, but it's still necessary to have a look."

"What's more, this year is a special year. There are three changes in our teaching team -"

At this point, Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued in a solemn tone:

"Now, we welcome Professor grapland back here. She will teach your 'protection of magical creatures' -"

A very lively clapping sounded from the long tables of each college. It seemed that Mr. haggard was really a failure. At least everyone would be more fond of Professor grapland, who once took over the class.

After the applause stopped, Dumbledore continued to introduce:

"... we also welcome Professor Umbridge, who will be responsible for the teaching of your defense against the dark arts class."

The applause this time was obviously less. I'm afraid more of it was a courtesy welcome. It seemed that everyone didn't like the "elderly girl" dressed in "pink and tender".

"Finally, another new professor doesn't seem to be there, but I still --"

At this moment, he paused abruptly, turned his head and looked at Professor Umbridge with a hint of inquiry.

Because she was not much different from standing and sitting, no one understood why Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking.

At this time, we only heard Umbridge clear her throat. Then we found that she had stood up and seemed to be going to say something!

Dumbledore did not show much surprise. He just nodded slightly, then calmly sat back in his chair and waited for her to speak.

However, compared with Dumbledore, most of the other teachers' faces were not very good-looking.

Professor sprott's eyebrows were straight, with considerable amazement in his expression; Professor McGonagall pursed his lips tightly and squeezed out an "m" between his eyebrows.

Of course, Snape was indispensable at this time. Now he hit his tongue loudly, and his displeasure was obvious.

The little wizards in the auditorium whispered, and even some students laughed secretly - this woman doesn't know the rules, does she?

"Cough..."

Umbridge didn't care about all this. A layer of hypocritical smile appeared on her face, and her voice would only remind people of a cup of coffee filled with sugar, which was disgusting.

"Thank the headmaster for his warm introduction, but a teacher who will be absent even when he meets his students for the first time, I think it must be incompetent -"

"Creak -"

Just as she wantonly interrupted Dumbledore's speech, the sudden opening of the auditorium door from the outside also mercilessly interrupted her speech.

With the main entrance of the auditorium suddenly opened, the cold wind outside suddenly poured in, dispersing most of the warmth inside.

When everyone in the auditorium looked towards the door, a not tall figure calmly stepped into the auditorium with regular and stable steps.

There was no superfluous action from the visitor, but a few steps after he entered the door, the door seemed to be pulled by some invisible silk thread, "creak" and closed automatically again.

"I've heard that someone thinks I'm incompetent... I can't take it as not having heard! Do you think so, Professor Umbridge?"

"Ma... Ka?"

The little wizards were surprised. They didn't expect that when they thought they might never see Maka again, he returned to Hogwarts in an incredible identity!

"Marca is... The new professor?" Hermione said with her mouth half open. "This -- what's going on?"

"Marca? New professor? What's he playing? I'm not dreaming?" Ron was stunned.

"He... What is he going to teach us?" Harry said incredulously. "There are new professors in the protection of magical creatures and the defense against the Dark Arts... What else are we going to change?"

After Maka's unexpected appearance, the whole auditorium was silent, and there was a constant hum.

Umbridge frowned slightly, looked at him subtly, and snorted in his nose.

"This is the last new teacher of the school year? Oh, hum -" she broke the noise in the auditorium with a noble little girl's laughter. "Headmaster, which college student is this? In fact, I think I can forgive such nonsense... After all, children are always ignorant, aren't they?"

Marca is the same age as Harry, and he has never been tall and mature. Judging by his appearance alone, he is really just a fifth grade student.

For Umbridge, who has always been immersed in the workplace and climbed up by all means, she will extremely ignore all useless information for promotion.

In her opinion, Maka is just a child with abnormal brain.

However, Dumbledore stood up again and resumed his previously interrupted introduction in a flat tone:

"Professor Umbridge, I'd like to explain this -" Dumbledore said calmly. "This is Mr. Marca McLean, a special professor at the demstrom School of witchcraft and Wizardry."

"In order to show the lasting friendship between Hogwarts and demstrom, President kakarov specially sent this excellent teacher to our school..."

"Since the beginning of this academic year, Mr. McLean will replace professor bathsida babling as the teaching of ancient magic writing in our school. Welcome!"

Needless to say, the little wizards were shocked, and they were excited by everyone's familiarity with Maka.

For Maka, the "former classmate", we have gradually changed from the initial insensitivity to curiosity, and then to jealousy, envy, fear and admiration

A series of views changed, making Maka more and more "legendary" in everyone's heart, and finally fixed in "numbness".

Just like now, after a burst of surprise, everyone almost mechanically clapped their hands, and showed a strange expression of "Oh, this guy starts again!" without concealing it.

The fake smile on Umbridge's face was stiff. She seemed unable to understand Dumbledore's words. The sharp voice penetrated the applause of the little wizards.

"... a good teacher? Are you sure?" she said. "A child of fifteen or six at most?"

"That's true," Dumbledore nodded seriously. "Mr. McLean has won the best potential newcomer award of transfiguration today twice, the annual silver award of practical potion master twice, and has successively published four academic explanations on ancient and modern runes in ancient and modern Mormon, and..."

"Not long ago, Mr. McLean just completed the awarding ceremony of the second order of the Merlin order."

"I have to say that it is the honor of the whole Hogwarts to let such an excellent teacher work in our school!"