Chapter 52 52: Dinner! Defense against the Dark Arts!
Daphne chose to go to peace between the horror and the fear of the future.
Slytherin's long table suddenly became a mess.
“She can’t be dead!”
A little wizard wanted to check out Daphne’s breathing, and the other professors on the teacher’s bench couldn’t help but stand up. It just made Snape's erratic stand up less abrupt.
"Let me see, children, spread out."
Ms. Pomona Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff House, trotted off the stage and came to Slytherin's chair. Checked Daphne's condition at the table.
"The child just fainted, probably due to excessive emotional fluctuations." She also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Dumbledore at the teacher's chair.
"The sorting is an unforgettable event in life for every little wizard. Perhaps Miss Greengrass is just too excited about it."
Professor McGonagall seems to have already I remember most of the little wizards' names.
"Indeed."
Dumbledore nodded and pondered for a moment, "Let Professor Sprout take her to the school doctor's office first. Later, I will meet with Professor Snape Let’s go together.”
The principal made arrangements.
The people present will naturally not refute.
"Poppy will take good care of her." Professor Sprout immediately carried Daphne towards the door.
It wasn't until she and Daphne disappeared completely that the little wizards regained their gaze, and the professors returned to their seats at the teachers' table.
Only Snape was still standing.
At this moment, the expression on the face of the Dean of Slytherin can be described as uncertain, and his sinister eyes have been staring at Ian sitting on the four-corner stool.
Or it would be more accurate to say that he was staring at the Sorting Hat that had not been removed from his head by Ian.
"Professor Snape, pay attention to your emotions."
It wasn't until Dumbledore spoke in a low voice that Snape sat back with a sullen expression - he stopped staring at the Sorting Hat and began to turn his head to stare at Dumbledore with annoyed eyes.
Dumbledore was a little embarrassed by being stared at, so he could only lower his voice to appease, "The Sorting Hat has its own judgment, and I think it will give you a reasonable explanation for this matter."
This was obviously not the answer Snape wanted.
However.
Now it was difficult for him to question Dumbledore in front of many students of different grades. He quickly controlled his emotions and straightened his sitting posture with an expressionless expression.
only.
The dominant hand placed in the black robe is still holding a bottle of potion brewed last night. The strength seems to be able to crush the glass bottle used as a container. Generally crushed.
"What happened?"
Ian continued to chat with the Sorting Hat for a few more words and gossiped about the former Ravenclaw lady, so when he took off the Sorting Hat By then everything had calmed down.
He turned to look at the teacher's desk. Dumbledore was smiling at him, while Snape lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. The atmosphere at the scene seemed very normal.
"Your sorting is over, Mr. Prince. Please put the sorting hat back to its original position. It will be the next little wizard's turn to make a choice soon."
Professor McGonagall whispered. reminded Ian.
"Okay, Professor."
Ian immediately put down the sorting hat and walked to the Ravenclaw table. He was once again welcomed by the Ravenclaw students, and even One boy stood up and shook his hand.
The other party wears a special medal on his chest. He must be a prefect of Ravenclaw.
"Dietrick Wiggins."
The sixth-grade prefect introduced himself, and Ian nodded in response in a rare serious manner.
"Ian Prince, I hope the seniors can take care of me in the future." He shook hands with every enthusiastic classmate and then sat in the area where the little wizards were.
"Of course, no problem, hahaha, maybe we can deduct a few points less in Potions class this year."
Prefect Dietrick seemed very happy. As the smartest people in Hogwarts, it is not difficult for the little wizards of Ravenclaw to discover some interesting things. "Zorro Pagaro!"
Professor McGonagall read out the name of the next little wizard on the stage.
The succession of branches continues.
No surprise.
Qiu Zhang, whose name was ranked at the bottom, was not affected by the butterfly of history and was still assigned to Ravenclaw. She chose to sit next to Ian.
Compared with other strange little wizards, the classmates who have been on the boat together are easier to communicate with.
“I bet Greengrass must be regretting it to death now.”
Qiu Zhang sighed to Ian in a low voice.
“Oh my God, I didn’t expect that friend of yours to have such a prominent background.” Although Qiu Zhang is of Chinese descent, he is also a child of a pure-blood family after all.
She obviously knows something about Grindelwald.
"Merlin will bless Miss Greengrass, don't worry." Ian was now looking forward to eating quickly. He only had one morning meal in the whole day.
"I hope she can apologize to you properly. That kind of name is simply insulting." Qiu Zhang didn't seem to be very familiar with Daphne.
“Let us applaud all the new students together.”
Dumbledore stood up after the sorting and began to give the opening speech.
“Due to the misfortune that befell Professor Hannibal last semester, he was forced to terminate his tenure at Hogwarts. Therefore, now I would like to introduce to you the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor of the new semester—— Professor Ronny Ehrlich ”
Said.
Dumbledore turned to look at a middle-aged wizard on the teacher's bench. He had a rather serious face and short blond hair with some graying.
When Dumbledore mentioned the professor's name, the professor also said hello to the little wizard in front, and then remained silent with a serious face.
“Although our professor is stern, he is definitely an expert in defense against black magic. At the same time, I also believe that he will be an extremely outstanding professor and partner.”
Deng Ian didn't listen carefully to Bullido's introduction.
after all.
With such a strange name, it is estimated that he can only stay in Hogwarts for one year. I don’t know where Dumbledore finds these supplies every year.
Yes.
Supplies.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was once cursed by the noseless Lord Voldemort. Wizards who dare to take this position will almost always encounter misfortune or accident within a year.
Minor to serious injuries.
The worst case is death without a complete body.
The Goblet of Fire Triwizard Tournament is just for fun. It can be said that these Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers who dare to compete are the real warriors.
They are the real heroes.
“Everyone must be hungry too, so let’s enjoy the food together.”
Just as Ian had tied the napkin and wiped the plate with toilet paper, Dumbledore on the stage announced that today's dinner was about to begin.
He did not say the vague "Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw!" iconic words. He just clapped his hands, and a lot of delicacies appeared out of thin air from the empty plates on the long table.
Grilled steak, lamb leg, grilled pork chop, grilled chicken, fried potato chips, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes... There are many types of ingredients, but the cooking methods are as primitive as those of Muggles.
Of course.
This does not affect Ian's enjoyment.
His eyes were really almost red with hunger.
(End of this chapter)