Dumbledore stood up contentedly and handed the secting hat to Professor McGonagall with annoyed expression. Felix, Grindelwald, and Snape thoughtful, although their ideas were completely different.

Felix was more looking forward to the speech after the dinner. What would Dumbledore say? Will he support school reform? Grindelwald's lesson preparation this year is extremely targeted. Without Dumbledore's tacit approval, there wouldn't be that outrageous list of books.

Dumbledore had returned to his position. He seemed to have nothing happened. He opened his arms and said with a bright smile: "Nothing can represent my mood at this moment than a big meal. Let's eat it happily!"

Then he sat down and the food fell from the sky.

Grindelwald stared at the eyes, slightly surprised, thinking Dumbledore was at least going to say something.

"The principal never disappoints in this regard, is it, Minerva?" Felix said, happily grinding ribs into the plate. "Maybe we should set a school rule that the speech before the meal should not exceed ten words."

Professor McGonagall, who had just sat down, snorting softly, his eyes facing Dumbledore.

"It's better to add one more to avoid going crazy suddenly."

When the last dessert disappeared, Dumbledore stood up again, Felix looked at his principal with interest, his eyes resting on the black gem ring that seemed to grow on his hand. Will that be the resurrection stone? The encounter with Shanofilius Lovegood a few weeks ago came to his mind.

Unfortunately, they didn't say a few words in total, because Mr. Lovegood seemed to have suffered a stomachache and was in a hurry to find the toilet.

I don't know if his interview failed is related to this matter...

"Okay... new students, welcome to school; old students, welcome to school!" Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes emotionally, "What awaits you is the magic education of the new school year..."

"Administrator Felch asked me to tell you... Quidditch selection will be on...the assessment spell and the list of make-up personnel..."

The students listened lazily and were drowsy, and these were all clichés.

"This year the school welcomes two new professors, and there have been some minor changes in the original teaching positions. First, let us welcome Professor Slughorn, who has worked with me and is an experienced professor of potions..."

“Pharmacology?”

The students opened their eyes wide and stared at the old wizard who stood up and waved at them enthusiastically. He was wearing a delicate vest, his belly was so big that he couldn't tie it up, and his bare head reflected the light from the top of his head as his body turned.

"Sure enough—" Hermione gently hammered the table with her fist.

"What exactly?" Ron asked in confusion. Like most students, his eyes were circling between the new professor and Snape, with a look of watching the show.

"Didn't you find that there is one more professor this year? I originally thought-"

"At the same time, Professor Basharat and Professor Snape," Dumbledore said as usual, only with a slightly higher volume, "will work together as a professor in the Dark Magic Defense Class."

Hermione took a breath.

"It turned out to be arranged like this! Alas, Professor Snape got what he wanted."

The students were talking louder. "I only care who can teach sixth grade," Ron said, when Professor Basharat stood up politely and greeted, while Snape just lazily stretched out one hand to win the cheers of Slytherin students.

Ron bared his teeth and said, "The gap is huge. Although I hate Snape, it is better than a squib-"

"Ron!" Hermione warned.

Ron shrank his neck, "Okay...I won't say it, but the problem is there, I can't pretend to be invisible. Everyone knows how to choose..."

Dumbledore waited until Grindelwald sat down before continuing: "The two professors will divide their work and cooperate. Professor Snape is responsible for the teaching of grades one to five, and Professor Basharat is responsible for the teaching of the improvement class..."

Slytherin College sent a loud boo, and they were screaming for their dean.

Even Harry was very surprised. Although only Slytherin students were clearly opposed, and the other three academies responded mediocrely, that was because they didn't know that Mr. Basharat was a squin. If they knew, they would probably be a big fuss.

Harry looked at the professor's seat and couldn't help but worry about Mr. Basharat, but his expression was as normal.

At a corner of his heart, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Although he hadn't taken Professor Bashar al-Barshat's class, at least one thing is certain that he wouldn't have much chance to deal with Snape this year.

He suddenly had an idea, maybe Snape chose the first to fifth grade because of this reason.

After announcing the change in the position, Dumbledore was still standing there, obviously having something to say. The buzzing sound in the auditorium gradually disappeared, and the students thought of the song of the Division Hat and the strange actions of Principal Dumbledore, and perhaps they could hear the answer from his words.

"In the past year, Voldemort and his followers have been rioting, and people have suffered a lot. Fortunately, we do not have to sacrifice too much of our treasures as we did last ten years of war. I hope that while we celebrate, we can take even a minute of reflection, such as now, what has the war brought us?"

The next was an extremely long minute.

"I believe each of you has your own experience. Please remember the thoughts at this moment. It will allow you to grow and distinguish right from wrong. A person's thoughts will change with his own experience. This is normal. I still clearly remember the branch scene when I was admitted to school: the branch hat made a decision almost immediately. But I didn't know where it would divide me... But one thing is certain, paranoia will make people go to extremes and provoke disputes."

Dumbledore's words came to an abrupt end.

"Okay, you have enough time to think about these annoying issues in the future, but the most urgent thing is to have a good rest. I saw someone yawning, so... good night."

Chairs were pushed behind him, and Harry stood up with the others, his mind seemed to be ahead of the warm and comfortable bed, and then he saw Professor Haypu wave to him with a serious expression.

He suddenly woke up.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Ron yawned Lian Tiandi and said, at this time Hermione had already gone to guide the first-year freshmen.

Harry glanced at him deeply.

"If... well, I mean I can't come back, I left something in the box..."

"What are you talking about?" Ron rubbed his stomach.

“…Remember, box.”
Chapter completed!