Good job, Ai Wen!" Professor McGonagall got the news and rushed out of the auditorium. The ground was too wet. She slipped her foot and quickly caught a student before she fell. She finished. The apex on the whole head, sternly said to the crowd of people who drenched the chicken. "The rest of the things are left for me to handle. You are going to the auditorium, hurry up!"
As the crowd flowed, Avon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stepped through the foyer step by step, passing through the two opposing doors on the right.
Ron whispered in a whisper, plucking his wet head away from his face.
The auditorium is still so brilliant, and it has been specially decorated for the new school banquet.
Hundreds of candles floated overhead above the table, shining gold plates and goblets.
undefinedNext to the four long college tables, I was already full of students.
There is a fifth table at the top of the auditorium. The faculty members sit on the side of the table and face their students.
Avon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked past the students of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and then sat with other Gryffindor students at the end of the auditorium. Next to the table.
Next to them is the ghost of Gryffindor College, almost Nick.
Nick is translucent and has a pearly white color.
Tonight, he wore a tight-fitting tunic, but he wore a particularly large wheeled collar. He wears this wrinkle collar for a dual purpose, one is to make it more festive, and the other is to ensure that his head does not shake too much on the neck that has been cut in half.
"Good evening." He smiled and said to them, "How about the summer vacation?!"
"Not bad!" Ai Wen replied, using his wand to gently knock on his school uniform robes.
The moisture on the top waved and the clothes became dry again.
"I have seen the recent "Hogwarts Magic", you have done a great event, Avon!" Nick said proudly. "Many ghosts are asking me about your business, they know, My relationship with you is the best."
On the Hogwarts Magic, I have a lot of things that need help from Nick.
Providing news sources from ghosts located throughout the UK, it has become the biggest feature of this newspaper and is very popular.
There are also many opportunities for contact between Ai Wen and Nick. In all the school wizards, the relationship between the two is also the best.
The two of them just said a few words, and Colin drilled between the two with a drenched robe.
"Ai Wen, you are advanced, the rain outside is too big!" Colin took off his shoes and poured the water out. "I stood in the hall for a while and wanted to see how my brother crossed the lake." But nothing can be seen in black."
His brother is Dennis Clive, who was on the train just now, and I have already seen it.
The little guy has a taupe head that looks smaller than Colin, but is more energetic.
Obviously, Colin has already told him a lot about Hogwarts, and he has greatly praised Ai Wen in front of him.
As soon as the little guy saw Avon, he was so excited that he almost couldn't breathe, and he said a lot about his deeds.
That look, it was Colin who saw Harry's replica.
"I really hope that they will go to the branch quickly, I can't wait!" Colin said, actually jumped on the chair. "I really hope that he will be assigned to Gryffindor! Ivan, you can replace it with me." Does he pray?! Harry, come too, okay?"
"No problem!" Ai Wen nodded.
Harry also agreed, and everyone's topic turned to whether the brothers and sisters were all in the same college.
From the case of the Weasleys, this is indeed the case, and their seven children are assigned to Gryffindor College.
But not necessarily, Hermione cited the example of Parvati Pettil.
Her twin sister is in Ravenclaw, and the two of them look exactly the same.
Even from a personality point of view, there is no difference.
There is also the example of Sirius, the Black family tradition is Slytherin, and only he is assigned to Gryffindor.
This made Colin nervous, and he kept his hands together and prayed to let Dennis get to Gryffindor.
Ai Wen's eyes turned to the central position of the auditorium. Since the entrance to school, he has not watched the branch ceremony on the spot due to many accidental factors. It seems that this year will not be missed.
In front of the faculty desk, there are more empty seats than usual.
Hagrid is struggling to cross the lake with the first-year freshmen. Professor McGonagall is in the foyer to let the ground dry, to prevent the Pippi ghost from coming out, and Professor Snape is not there. Only Dumbledore is as usual. Sitting there.
As before, Dumbledore's flowing silver-white head and beard sparkled under the candlelight, and many stars and moons were embroidered on the luxurious dark green robes. The fingertips of his two slender hands touched together, and the chin was placed on the fingertips. The eyes looked at the ceiling through the half-moon lens, as if they were immersed in contemplation.
For a long time, it seemed to feel the gaze of Ai Wen. He bowed his head and smiled at his blue eyes.
Next to Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick sat on a pile of cushions and drank a red drink.
Next to the teacher of the herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout, her hat was slanted to the gray length of her ethereal, and she was talking to Professor A. Sinista of the Astronomical Department.
After a while, Snape appeared at the beginning of the banquet.
His face was grayish yellow, the hook nose, the greasy head, and the black robes walked into the hall, and there was no sound at all.
Snape seemed to have an invisible gas field, and all the little wizards closed their mouths subconsciously as he passed.
His disgusted cold eyes paused briefly on Avon and Harry, and then quickly removed.
"Look at the teacher's seat, there is still a place in it!" said Harry, following Snape's footsteps to the classroom. "It's the new teacher of the Defence Against the Dark Arts. Why didn't he come yet? Know who it will be?"
None of the Black Magic Defence teachers had been able to stay for more than a year, and the position was cursed.
Ai Wen knows that this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is Mad-Eye Moody.
To be precise, it is a fake Moody, faked by Little Batty Crouch.
He didn't know what he was doing, and it hasn't appeared until now.
"I don't know who it is, but I hope to hurry up, I am hungry!" said Ron.
His voice just fell, the door of the auditorium opened, and everyone immediately calmed down.
Professor McGonagall led a long line of first-year freshmen to the top of the auditorium, where everyone looked.
If Evan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were soaked before, it would be nothing compared to these first-year freshmen.
Look at them as if they were not on a ferry, but from the lake.
They stood in a row along the faculty table, stopped and faced the classmates.
Because they were cold and nervous, they shook each other, except for the youngest boy.
He is Colin's younger brother, Dennis, and the little guy is wrapped in Hagrid's mole coat.
The coat was too big for him, and he looked like he was under a black circus fur tent.
His little face stretched out from the collar and looked so excited.
When he stood in a row with the frightened companions, his eyes met Colin and Avon.
He raised two thumbs and said with a mouth shape, "I fell into the lake!"
Look at that, he is happy for this. (To be continued.)