Chapter 1081

In fact, Professor Snape didn't speak for about a minute.

This made Harry feel a burst of hatred in his body. The hatred was so strong that Snape didn't feel that they were burning him. It seemed strange that Harry began to hate Snape from the first time he saw him, but Snape's attitude towards Sirius made Harry never forgive him.

No matter what Dumbledore said, even Snape had taught him, but Snape's attitude was really hard for him to accept.

And it's not just Harry, but Van leen also feels a strange sense of oppression. It's Professor Snape who comes to pick them up. It's not interesting. If you don't think about death

"I think, both of you, 50 points off Gryffindor for being late," snape said. "And, let me see, Potter's Muggle buns should lose another 20 points. You know, I don't believe there's any college that gets negative so early in the Semester - we haven't even started eating pudding. You may have set a new record, aren't you, Potter

Harry seemed to be burning with rage and hatred, but he would rather stay on the train back to London than tell Snape why he was late.

"It was just an accident, Professor..." Van Lin laughed twice, "I mean..."

"I guess you might want to go in, don't you?" Snape went on to say that he didn't pay attention to van Lin's explanation, but took a cold look at Van Lin, and what the specific meaning was, he could only continue to understand it.

Shut up and meet at dobby in the evening.

That's probably the explanation.

Van Lin just laughed twice.

If you touch Professor Snape's brow, only Harry would have done such a brave thing. Even the Weasley brothers, dobby is a difficult thing in this situation.

"Without flying cars, would you think that breaking into an auditorium halfway through a party should create a sensation?" Snape completely ignored van Lin next to him. It can be said that if Harry wasn't here, Snape would definitely turn around and return to the auditorium after seeing van Lin for the first time.

On the one hand, he is not worried about the safety of Fanlin. It can be said that one or two Death Eaters are willing to practice their hands, which is the thing Fanlin would like to do.

Harry remained silent, though his lungs were about to explode. He knew that Snape had come to pick him up so that he could be irritated and tortured for a few minutes without being heard.

At last they reached the steps of the castle. When the oak door was opened and the hall with countless flags appeared, a burst of laughter and the collision of cups and plates came from the open hall door.

Harry wanted to be able to sneak on his invisibility cloak so that he could slip into his seat at the Gryffindor dining table (which, unfortunately, is the farthest from the foyer) without being noticed.

Snape, however, seemed to read his thoughts, and he said, "no cloaks. You can let everyone see you walk in, and I'm sure that's the way you want it

"And you, go in with Potter." Snape said coldly, and flington stopped.

Harry immediately stepped straight to the open door: he would do anything to get rid of Snape.

But Fanlin is different. To tell you the truth, this kind of opening way which shows a little public attention Well, although he's going to lead these freshmen later, it's bad. It's probably more appropriate to put it at the end of the party.

There were four long academic tables in the hall, and a staff table at the end of the house. The ceiling was decorated with hanging candles, which made the tableware shining.

But for Harry, it was a blur of light, because he walked so fast that people didn't really start to notice him when he passed the hutchpatch table, and when they started to stand up to have a good look at him, he had already found Ron and Hermione, so he sped up the bench towards them and squeezed between them to sit down 。

"Where are you two going - my God, what's wrong with your face?" Ron said he was staring at Harry with the people around him.

"What, what's wrong?" Said Harry, grabbing a spoon and glancing at his twisted head.

"Your face is covered with blood!" Said Hermione. "Come here - she raised her wand and read," decontamination and decontamination! " Took the blood off Harry's face.

"Thank you," said Harry, touching his now clean face. "What does my nose look like?"

"Normal," Hermione said uneasily. "Why not? Harry, what happened? We are all terrified

"I'll tell you later." Harry replied briefly. He noticed that Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seymour were eavesdropping on them; even Nick, who was almost headless, the ghost of Gryffindor, floated over the bench to join the eavesdroppers.

"But -" said Hermione."Not now, Hermione," Harry hinted in a meaningful tone. He hoped that they all thought that he had done something heroic, preferably a few death eaters and a Dementor or something. Of course, Malfoy will spread the story as much as he can, but it may not be heard by many Gryffindor students.

He went over Ron to grab a chicken leg and a handful of French fries, but before he touched them, the food on the plate disappeared and was replaced by puddings.

"You two missed the division ceremony again, anyway," said Hermione sullently, completely different from the previous attitude of caring about Harry, which is very special

"Oh, actually I didn't mean it, but I think I might..."

"I have some for you." Hermione looked at Vaseline in disgust, pointed at the wand, and there were two silver trays on the table out of thin air, "and Harry's

Meanwhile, Ron pounced on a large chocolate cream cake.

"Did the branch hat say anything interesting?" Van Lin took a piece of syrup fruit pie.

"Almost the same, really It's suggested that we should unite and face common enemies and so on, you know. "

"Did Dumbledore mention Voldemort?"

"Not yet, but he usually saves his unique speech after dinner, doesn't he? It won't be too long. "

"By the way, Snape said Hagrid was late too -" Harry interrupted suddenly. "What's the matter, Hagrid hasn't come back yet?"

"Did you meet Snape? How did you meet him? " Ron's mouth was full of cream cake.

"Just hit it," Harry replied vaguely.

"Hit?" Hermione stares at Harry in disbelief, then focuses on van Lin, who is trying to solve a pie.

"Oh, yes, Professor Snape is in charge of the gate..." Fanlin said, the language is full of natural feeling

"Well Hagrid was only a few minutes late, "said Hermione. "Look, he's waving at you, Harry."

Harry looked at the faculty table. Hagrid really waved to him. Harry grinned at him.

The noble image of Hagrid and Professor McGonagall, Dean of Gryffindor, is always out of proportion. When they are sitting together, Professor McGonagall's head is only as high as Shanghai's elbow and shoulder. She seems to be a little dissatisfied with Hagrid's warm greetings.

Harry was also surprised to see Professor Trelawney, a divination teacher sitting on the other side of Hagrid; Trelawney rarely left the room in her tower and never attended the opening party. She looked as odd as ever, with bright beads and scarves, and her eyes were huge behind the spectacles.

Harry used to think she was just a liar, but at the end of last semester, Harry was shocked to find out that she had made the prophecy that caused Voldemort to kill Harry's parents and try to kill him. This made him even more reluctant to stay with her. Fortunately, he did not take divination classes this semester.

Trelawney's Lighthouse eyes turned towards him; he quickly turned to Slytherin's table. Draco Malfoy was imitating the way his nose was broken, causing a burst of laughter and applause.

Harry looked down at his syrupy fruit pie, and was angry again. He was willing to fight Malfoy one-on-one at all costs

"So what's professor slahorn going to do?" Asked Hermione.

"Want to know what happened to the Ministry of magic." Said Harry. "He's like the rest of the people here,"

and Hermione scoffed at it. "On the train, people always question us about this, right, Ron?"

"Yes," said Ron. "Everyone wants to know if you're really the one - and Fanlin, they want to know if you two are really fighting Voldemort."

"Oh, of course..." Fanlin said vaguely, "in fact..."

"Eat your meal." Hermione said sullenly, then nodded a little of van Lin's head with her hand.

"There's a lot of talk about this in our ghosts," interrupted Nick, who was almost headless, his head leaning over Harry's side, dangling dangerously over the edge of the collar. "I am a potter authority among them; we are known as friends. I've assured the ghosts that I won't pester him about those things anyway. "Harry Potter knows he can trust me completely," I told them. "I would rather die than betray his trust."

"That doesn't mean anything. You're dead," Ron said casually.

"You're showing your Dexterity again like a blunt axe," said the almost Headless Nick in an offended tone, and drifted back into the air to the other end of the Gryffindor dining table, while Dumbledore stood up at the staff table, and the laughter and talk that echoed in the auditorium almost disappeared.

"Have the best night He beamed and opened his arms as if to embrace the whole auditorium."It's about to start." Van Lim wiped his mouth. Fortunately, before Dumbledore announced the end of the party, he had completely eliminated the food in front of him.

"Start what?" Ron didn't know why.

"Of course it's what you said before, Dumbledore's speech..." Harry had some small expectations for this, but when he thought of the eyes of the people around him, he suddenly found out how much trouble Fanlin would have. You know, van Lin had never liked this before, and he was also forced to get used to it.

"Well New students, welcome you to come; old students, welcome you back! Another year of magic education is waiting for you... "

"Yes, all year, I hope so." Van Lin said, but since the return of Voldemort, even Dumbledore did not dare to guarantee the safety here, and Malfoy.

I don't know what Lucius thinks about killing Dumbledore. In fact, Vaseline would like to have a talk with Lucius. However, in Draco's current situation, van Lin believes that the conversation will become very interesting.

“…… Our administrator, Mr. filch, asked me to issue a ban on all people from bringing any prank items purchased from a magic trick store called Weasley Dumbledore said, while Gryffindor's side made a commotion. Obviously, this thing is very common. After all, the Weasley brothers went out from here. But as for whether this law can be carried on or not, after losing professors like Umbridge, Mr. filch may be very busy, but at least filch has become a little smarter, he is straight And then banned a series.

If the Ministry of magic shows up with a large number of Weasley products, it may become very wonderful. At least Fanlin is confident that he can make the armor cloak and other things more perfect.

Maybe they can also work out the armor to guard against Avada's deadly curse. They may not rely on biological activity to resist, but the number of Phoenix is too rare.

"Those who want to join the Academy Quidditch team this academic year please submit their names to your dean as usual. We also need a new commentator for the game. If you are interested, please report it to the dean Dumbledore went on, and Harry listened carefully. After all, it was about Quidditch.

"Of course, we are very happy to welcome a new teacher this year. Professor srahorn, "srahorn stood up, his bald head reflecting the candlelight, and his big belly in his waistcoat overshadowed the table." he's an old colleague of mine, and he's agreed to resume his former position as a potion teacher. "

"Potions?"

"Potions?" The word echoed in the auditorium, and everyone doubted whether they had heard it wrong.

"Potions?" Ron and Hermione said together, turning to Harry, "but you say -"

"Professor Snape, at the same time," Dumbledore raised his voice over all the murmurs, "will be the defense against the dark arts teacher."

"No!" Harry exclaimed, and a lot of people turned their heads to him. He doesn't care; he just stares at the desk angrily. How can Snape get the position of defense against the dark arts teacher this time? Over the years, we all know that Dumbledore can't believe him to do this job?

"But, Harry, you said slahorn would teach defense against the dark arts." Said Hermione.

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