Chapter 15： Trelawney's Snape prophecy?

Previously, since he was facing other students, Sean just glanced at the teacher's desk roughly as he approached the auditorium. Now that the sorting ceremony was coming to an end, he finally had time to take a good look.

Unexpectedly, just as he raised his head, he met a pair of bright lake blue eyes.

Sean recognized the other party's identity immediately, because he already had four of each other's chocolate frog pictures.

Albus Dumbledore.

The sudden look at each other made Sean panic involuntarily. You must know that the other party may be the strongest dementor in the world today.

But under the long-standing habit, Sean still showed an impeccable and elegant smile, and nodded slightly to show his respect.

Dumbledore's eyes under his glasses contained a gentle smile, he raised his glass to give a gesture, and then looked away.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although many people had mixed opinions on the old man, in Sean's opinion, he would not use Legilimency on a little wizard at will.

In the eyes of many people, Dumbledore is a conspirator, and they call him the White Devil. But Sean feels that a person's life is not a diode, and Dumbledore is right and wrong. It is not appropriate to describe the old man with justice or not, if he insists on choosing an adjective.

Sean thought that Dumbledore must be a great man.

My thoughts turned around. After the last little wizard was assigned to Slytherin, the long sorting ceremony finally ended.

Seeing Dumbledore stand up, Sean quickly opened the system panel and entered the lottery page.

Although there is the motto that the mystery does not change, he feels that people must have dreams!

He stared at Dumbledore like the other students, roaring wildly in his heart.

Did you see the old man in front? ! Pump him! Just hit him!

Dumbledore stood up from the golden chair with a smile on his face, and he stretched out his arms, as if nothing would make him happier than entering a freshman.

"Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! Before the banquet starts, I want to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Cry! Scum! Screw!"

At the same time, Sean stared at the old man with a smile on his face, and immediately gave an order in his heart.

"Fifty draws!"

The brilliant light flashed, and Sean immediately discovered the dazzling golden light.

"Thank you everyone!" Dumbledore laughed and sat down amid the applause of everyone. Offstage, Sean's applause was especially warm. If it wasn't for the family's childhood education, he would have liked to stand up and play a few words like the Weasley brothers. whistle.

Thank you, Mr. Principal!

However, before he could check the results of the lottery, a hand stretched out from the side.

"Hello, Cotton Byrne." A senior senior introduced himself.

"Hello, nice to meet you, Sean Wallup."

Next to them, just like the two of them, the seniors began to chat with the freshmen, and Sean heard the other long tables sharply, Gryffindors were talking about Quidditch, wizard duels, etc. The friendly seniors of Chipachi began to introduce the food of the dinner, and the Ravenclaws had already begun to discuss the course of the semester.

After greeting Cotton a few words, Sean asked him about the professor on the teacher's long table.

"Let's start on the left," Cotton cleared his throat, "that's the Fantastic Creatures professor, Professor Sylvanus Kettleborn, and my advice is, be careful with every single thing he hands you. Egg!"

"Next, the lady is Professor Aurora Sinista, the teacher of astronomy. You can stay in the lounge for a while in her class, because the classroom is in the tower where our lounge is located."

"That's the flight teacher, Rolanda Hooch..."

"That's the teacher of divination, Professor Sybill Trelawney, she's always chattering..."

"That's the Muggle Studies teacher, Professor Keridi Boubaji. She was on a break, but the former Muggle Studies teacher, Professor Kagelo, has turned into a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this semester. She had to come back to class again."

Sean turned his attention to Quirrell. He was not wearing a headscarf, and was talking to a colleague next to him.

Is this a coincidence... Sean kept his mind.

Cotton continued to introduce: "That's the herbalist teacher, Professor Pomona Sprout, who is also the dean of Hufflepuff."

"That's our dean, Professor Flitwick, the teacher of magic spells. Don't think he's not tall, he was the champion of the dueling club back then!"

"Transfiguration teacher, Professor Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor, don't do anything in front of her!"

After introducing several other teachers, there was only a somewhat bald old man left on the long table.

"That's the dean of Slytherin, the potions teacher, Professor Horace Slughorn. Well, this professor has a bad reputation. You'll find out after you take his class."

Isn't Snape the old bat teaching at Hogwarts... Sean thought.

However, Cotton continued: "Don't look at Professor Slughorn's age but he's only been on the job for four years and joined me at Hogwarts. Before that, the original What's the name of the potions teacher...Professor Snape?" Cotton looked thoughtful, "It should be that name, according to the seniors, his reputation is worse than that of Professor Slughorn."

Sean showed an interested expression: "Then why did he leave?"

Cotton shrugged: "I don't know either, but last year, Professor Trelawney made a prophecy, and I don't know how to spread it later, saying that Professor Snape might be coming back. At that time, many students lost sleep."

return? Sean gave a quirky smile, which was interesting.

After the introduction, Cotton waved his hand: "Okay, now it's time to enjoy the food."

Sean turned his head and found that there were many delicious dishes on the long table at some point.

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, salami, steak, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire pudding, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and for some odd reason, Peppermint Hard Candy.

looks good. Sean avoided the black pudding in front of him and returned with a steak.

Although this thing is called pudding, it's actually blood sausage with minced meat added. It tastes like... Sean never opens his mouth other than smiling.

Sean inhaled the storm while trying to keep his meal as elegant as possible, and frankly, the sorting ceremony took too long, and he was starving. During this period, when the food pile in front of him was eliminated by one layer, Sean just met the eyes of the opposite. It is related to the height of the food, and it is also related to the height of the other party.

With long bright silver hair and gold-rimmed glasses, the petite third-year senior was watching him calmly.

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