"Gryffindor—"
At the opening dinner, George Weasley was sitting in the sorting chair. Professor McGonagall had just touched the sorting hat to George's hair, and the sorting hat couldn't wait to shout loudly.
Just like Fred Weasley.
These twins are simply born Gryffindors, and the Sorting Hat doesn't seem to want to read their qualities carefully for a second.
Applause came from the side of the Gryffindor table, welcoming George Weasley.
Cowen was also clapping his hands, watching George jumping happily towards the Gryffindor table, clapping with the other four Weasleys in the academy.
"Kevin, you said..."
Next to him, Wood elbowed Cowen and said, "Do you think our Gryffindor will be completely taken over by the Weasleys one day?"
"You still care about whether you can sign up for the team this year." Ke Wen said with a smile: "There are only two vacant positions because of graduation."
Wood patted his chest confidently when he heard the words: "Look at Ke Wen, you must know that when I am on vacation, I practice flying every day."
"Speaking of..." Ke Wen turned his head to look at the professor's seat, and then asked Wood: "Why did the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts change? Where was last year's Professor David Kouros?"
"Don't you know?" Wood said in surprise.
"What should I know?" Ke Wen was puzzled.
"Professor David, it's all on the Daily Prophet."
Wood explained: "The professor failed to develop the spell during the vacation, and lost an arm because of the backlash of the spell, and because it was caused by black magic, that arm can only be replaced by a prosthetic in the future, so I just resigned from my professorship."
"And this?" Ke Wen was stunned: "I don't pay much attention to newspapers."
"Gryffindor—"
The loud shout of the sorting hat interrupted the chat between Cowen and Wood, and another freshman was sorted into Gryffindor, a girl named Patricia Stimpson.
The little girl looked very nervous, and even walked down the podium after the house assignments, she seemed very stiff, and even stepped on the ground when she walked down the steps, and staggered a bit, causing the Gryffindor students to burst into good-natured laughter …
The food for the opening dinner is the most sumptuous.
Whether you are a Muggle-born student who has been shrouded in dark cuisine all year round, or a student born in the wizarding world, you will be amazed when you see the food at the start-of-term dinner.
Even those pure-blooded nobles can't always eat such a rich food.
Therefore, after Dumbledore finished his brief speech and announced the start of the dinner, all the students cheered and began to enjoy the big meal.
Of course Cowen is an exception.
In the second half of the first grade, he often went to the kitchen in the middle of the night to give himself extra meals. Now, he can order Chinese food from the house elves in the kitchen.
At the beginning, Kewen just mentioned it casually, but those little elves almost took his words as an imperial decree, and they learned how to cook Chinese food in a short time...
After the dinner, the principals at all levels led the freshmen to the lounges of their respective colleges. Senior students don't have to gather and wait like first-year freshmen, but do their own activities.
Before leaving the auditorium, Kewen greeted Bill Weasley, who was waiting for the freshmen to gather at the door, and who had already entered the fifth grade this year: "Senior, congratulations on being promoted to the prefect."
"Oh? Ah, Ke Wen." Bill turned his head and found that it was Ke Wen and responded with a smile: "Thank you, I hope Ke Wen will give our college more points this year like last year. It was a pity last year. Just two points off."
Wood on the side interjected: "Don't worry! This year's Academy Cup must belong to our Gryffindor!"
Seeing that he was so sure, Bill couldn't help asking curiously: "Why?"
"Of course it's because you lost the game last year." Wood said with his chest held high: "I will join the team this year. After taking the extra points for Quidditch and the extra points for Cowen, I will definitely get the academy award this year." cup!"
Bill shook his head with a smile when he heard this, and muttered in a low voice: "When you meet those Slytherins on the field, you will know why we lost..."
Because of the very noisy environment, Wood didn't hear what Bill said clearly. After saying goodbye, he returned to the dormitory with Cowen...
In the dormitory, Ke Wen greeted the two roommates, and then began to tidy up and salute.
Put the second-grade textbooks on the bookshelves respectively, but Ke Wen was scratching his head a little, because he had already finished the entire second-grade courses by himself during the vacation after he had received the "second-grade textbook notice" during the vacation.
With the blessing of the 'Memory Curse', apart from Snape's Potions, these books are actually useless in his opinion.
A good night's sleep.
On the evening of the first day of school, Ke Wen did not go to the "Room of Requirement". He had accumulated a lot of questions during his self-study during the holidays. He planned to ask the professors for advice before going to the Room of Requirement to practice.
The next day, the first class of the new school year was 'Defense Against the Dark Arts'.
The new professor, like last year's Professor David, is a middle-aged man with a shawl of brown curly hair and is accustomed to wearing casual suits instead of wizard robes.
The professor's name is Christopher Heine, and his teaching method is far worse than that of Professor David last year. He only follows the scriptures and talks about some experience at most.
After a big class, many students can't help but miss Professor David.
On the way to the cafeteria, Kewen’s classmate Benedict Shaker was surrounded by several students, and Benedict whispered mysteriously: “Have you heard about our new professor?”
"What's up?"
"What are the rumors?"
The students around asked in low voices, and even Ke Wen, who was walking behind them, listened intently.
"I've heard of him before..." Benedict glanced around like a thief, then shrunk his neck and whispered to the students: "He used to work in the 'International Magical Cooperation Department'.
However, it was said later that he was fired by the Ministry of Magic because he hooked up with several witches from other countries and was exposed.
I didn't expect him to come to our Hogwarts to teach! "
"Wow… "
The students around sighed after hearing the words, but why did the expressions on their faces look so envious and reverie
Kewen was speechless, something is wrong with you little brats.
Shaking his head, Ke Wen regretted listening to such a gossip, and immediately accelerated his pace to the auditorium.
After the History of Magic get out of class in the afternoon, Ke Wen left the classroom a little anxiously and rushed to the practice room on the fourth floor of the central tower.
Not long after, Professor Flitwick, who was in charge of taking care of him, arrived.
Kewen and Professor Flitwick chatted about their holiday life for a while, and then couldn't wait to ask Professor Flitwick for advice on the questions accumulated during the self-study during the holiday...
Thanks for the monthly support of 'Justice', 'The Ultimate Formation of the Great Military Division', 'あ梦ウ', thank you!
(end of this chapter)