Vol 2 Chapter 1120:

In fact, Professor Snape did not speak for about a minute.
This made Harry feel a wave of hatred in his body. This hatred was so strong, but Snape didn't even feel that they were burning him. It seemed strange that Harry had seen Sze Nep began to hate him since then, but Snape's attitude towards Sirius made it impossible for Harry to forgive him.
No matter what Dumbledore said, even Snape had taught him, but Snape's attitude was really difficult for him to accept.
And not only Harry, Fanlin also felt a weird sense of oppression. It was Professor Snape who came to pick them up. This is not a funny thing. If you don't think about death...
"I think you two, Gryffindor should be deducted fifty points for being late," Snape said. "Also, let me think about it, Potter’s Muggle bundle should be deducted another twenty points. You know, I don’t believe any college whose grades would become negative so early in the semester—we haven’t even started. Eat pudding. You may have set another record, are you right, Potter."
The fury and hatred in Harry seemed to burn fiercely, but he would rather stay frozen in the train back to London than tell Snape why he was late.
"This is just an accident, professor..." Fan Lingan laughed twice, "I mean..."
"I guess you might want to go in, don't you?" Snape continued. He ignored Fanlin's explanation. He just glanced at Fanlin coldly. What does it mean? Continue to experience it.
It probably means, shut up, in Dobby, see you in the office tonight.
It can probably be explained this way.
Fanlin just laughed.
Touching Professor Snape's brows, it was probably only Harry who could do such a courageous thing, even the Weasley brothers, in this case, Dobby was a difficult thing.
"Without a flying car, would you think that breaking into the auditorium halfway through the banquet should create a sensation?" Snape completely ignored Fanlin next to him. It can be said that if Harry wasn't here, Snape At the first sight of Fanlin, he would definitely turn around and return to the auditorium.
On the one hand, he is not worried about Fanlin's safety. It can be said that one or two Death Eaters to practice hands, this is something Fanlin is eager for.
Harry remained silent, although his lungs were about to explode. He knew that Snape's purpose in picking him up was to stimulate and torture him without being heard in these few minutes.
They finally reached the steps of the castle. When the oak door was opened and the hall with countless flags appeared, a chattering and the clash of cups and plates suddenly came from the open hall door.
Harry wanted to be able to secretly put on the invisibility cloak so that he could slip into his seat at the Gryffindor table (the trouble is, it was the furthest from the hall) without being noticed.
But Snape seemed to read his thoughts, and he said, "cloaks are not allowed. You can let everyone see you walk in, I'm sure this is the way you want."
"And you, go in with Potter." Snape said coldly, and Fanlin stopped immediately.
Harry stepped straight to the open door: he would do anything as long as he could get rid of Snape.
But Fanlin is different. To tell the truth, this kind of slightly eye-catching opening method...Well, although he will lead these first-year freshmen for a while, it is very bad. This method may end at the end of the banquet. More appropriate.
There are four long college dining tables in the hall of the auditorium, and a staff dining table at the end of the house. The ceiling is decorated with floating candles as before, shining the tableware below.
But it was a hazy light for Harry, because he walked so fast that everyone hadn’t really noticed him when they passed the Hufflepuff table, and when they started to stand up and think about it. When he glanced at him, he had found Ron and Hermione, so he speeded up and walked towards them along the bench, and squeezed between them and sat down.
"Where are you two going-my goodness, what's wrong with your face?" Ron said, and he stared at Harry with everyone around him.
"What, is there something wrong?" Harry said, grabbing a spoon and glanced at his distorted portrait.
"Your face is full of blood!" Hermione said. "Come here-she raised her wand and said, "Clean up dirt! "Ducked the blood from Harry's face.
"Thank you," Harry said, touching his now clean face. "What does my nose look like?"
"Normal," Hermione said nervously. "Why is it abnormal? Harry, what happened? We were all terrified!"
"I'll tell you later." Harry replied briefly. He noticed that Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were all eavesdropping on them; even Nick, who was almost headless-the ghost of Gryffindor-floated over the stool to join the eavesdropper Ranks.
"But—" Hermione said.
"Not now, Hermione," Hart hinted in a meaningful tone. He hoped that they all thought he had done something brave, preferably a few Death Eaters and a dementor or something. Of course, Malfoy will spread the story as much as it can, but it still might not be heard by too many Gryffindor students.
He crossed Ron to grab a chicken leg and a handful of fries, but the food on the plate disappeared before touching them, replaced by various puddings.
"You two missed the sorting ceremony again, anyway," Hermione said grimly, completely different from the attitude of caring about Harry before. Isn't that special...
"Oh, it's not my intention, but I think I might..."
"Leave some for you." Hermione looked at Fanlin disgustingly, pointed her wand, and two silver trays appeared on the table out of thin air, "and Harry's."
At the same time Ron jumped on a large chocolate cream cake.
"Did the Sorting Hat say anything interesting?" Fanlin took a slice of syrup fruit pie.
"It's almost the same, really... I suggest you unite and face a common enemy, you know."
"Did Dumbled mention Voldemort?"
"Not yet, but he usually saves his unique speech until after the dinner, isn't it? It won't be long."
"By the way, Snape said Hagrid was late too—" Harry interrupted suddenly, "What's going on, Hagrid hasn't returned?"
"Have you met Snape? How did you meet?" Ron's mouth was filled with butter cake.
"I just hit it," Harry answered vaguely.
"Bumped?" Hermione stared at Harry distrustfully, then set her gaze on Van Lin who was solving a pie.
"Oh, yes, Professor Snape is in charge of the guard of the gate..." Fanlin said, with a sense of nature in his words...
"Well... Hagrid was only a few minutes late," Hermione said. "Look, he is waving at you, Harry."
Harry looked at the staff desk, Hagrid really waved his hand, and Harry grinned at him.
The noble image of Hagrid and Gryffindor’s dean, Professor McGonagall, has never been commensurate. When they sat together, Professor McGonagall’s head was only as high as Shanghai’s elbow and shoulder. She looked enthusiastic towards Hagrid. The way of greeting is somewhat disapproving.
Harry was also surprised to see Professor Trelawney, a divination teacher sitting on the other side of Hagrid; Trelawney rarely left the room in her tower, and never attended the school banquet. She still looked weird as usual, with shiny beads and a few scarves, and her eyes were hugely placed behind the glasses.
Harry used to think she was just a liar, but at the end of last semester, Harry was shocked to discover that she had made the prophecy that led Voldemort to kill Harry's parents and try to kill him. This incident made him even more reluctant to stay with her. Fortunately, he stopped taking divination classes this semester.
Trelawney's beacon-like eyes turned toward him; he quickly turned his gaze to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was imitating the appearance of his broken nose, attracting laughter and applause.
Harry lowered his head and stared at his syrupy tart, feeling angry again. He is willing to have a one-on-one duel with Malfoy at all costs...
"So what is Professor Slughorn doing?" Hermione asked.
"Want to know what happened to the Ministry of Magic," Harry said. "He is like everyone else here,"
Hermione sneered at this, "People always question us on the train, right, Ron?"
"Yes," Ron said. "Everyone wants to know if you really are the "True Son of Destiny"-and Fanlin, they want to know if you two have really gotten involved with Voldemort."
"Oh, of course..." Fanlin said vaguely, "In fact..."
"Eat your meal." Hermione said grimly, and nodded Fanlin's head with her hand.
"This topic is also discussed a lot in our ghosts," Nick, who was almost headless, interrupted, his barely attached head leaning toward Harry, shaking dangerously on the side of the ring collar. "I am a Potter authority among them; everyone knows that we are friends. I have promised the ghosts that I will never pester him to ask those things." Harry Potter knew he could trust me completely. 'I told them,'I would rather die than betray his trust.'"
"That doesn't mean anything, you are already dead," Ron said casually.
"You once again showed that your agility is no different from a blunt axe," said the almost headless Nick in an offended tone, then floated back into the air and slid to the other end of the Gryffindor table. At the same time Dumbledore stood up at the faculty desk, and the chattering and laughter echoing in the auditorium disappeared almost immediately.
"I wish everyone the best night!" He smiled heartily and opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire auditorium.
"It's about to begin." Fanlin wiped his mouth. Fortunately, before Dumbledore announced the end of the banquet, he had completely wiped out the food in front of him.
"What started?" Ron asked unclearly.
"Of course it's what you said before, Dumbledore's speech..." Harry had some small expectations about this, but when he thought of the gazes of the people around him, Harry suddenly realized how much trouble Fanlin would be. , You must know that Fanlin had never liked this before, and he was forced to get used to it.
"Okay... New students, welcome your arrival; old students, welcome you back! Another whole year of magic education is waiting for you..."
"Yeah, all year, I hope so." Fanlin said, but since Voldemort's return, even Dumbledore can't guarantee the safety here, and Malfoy.
For the murder of Dumbledore, I don’t know what Lucius actually thought. In fact, Fanlin wanted to talk to Lucius very much. With Draco’s current situation, Fanlin believed that there was something in between. The conversation will become very interesting.
"...Our administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to issue a ban that applies to everyone, prohibiting any mischievous items purchased from a Weasley magic trick shop." Dumbledore said, and Grid There was a commotion on the Lanfindor side. Obviously, this thing is very common. After all, the Weasley brothers walked out from here, but as to whether this decree can be carried out, anyway, the Umbridge and the like are lost. After the professor, Mr. Filch may be busy, but at any rate Filch has become a little smarter, and he directly banned a series.
If the Ministry of Magic comes with a lot of Weasley products, this may become very exciting, at least Fanlin is confident to make iron cloaks and the like more perfect.
Maybe they can also research out the armor to prevent the Avada Spell of Life. It is not necessarily because of biological activity to resist, but the number of phoenixes is too scarce.
"Those who want to join the college Quidditch team this school year, please submit your name to your dean as usual~EbookFREE.me~ We also need a new game commentator. Those who are interested please report the same. To the dean." Dumbledore continued, and Harry listened carefully, after all, it was about Quidditch.
"Of course, we are happy to welcome a new faculty member this year. Professor Slughorn," Slughorn stood up, his bald head reflected by the candlelight, and the belly in the waistcoat shaded the table. , "He is an old colleague of mine. He agreed to re-elect his previous potions teacher position."
"Potion class?"
"Potion class?" The word echoed in the auditorium, and everyone wondered if it was a mistake.
"Potions class?" Ron said with Hermione, staring at Harry instead. "But you said--"
"Professor Snape, meanwhile," Dumbledore raised his voice, overwhelming all the whispers, "will be a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"No!" Harry said loudly, and many people turned their heads to him. He didn't care; he just stared angrily at the staff desk. How could Snape get the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this time? Didn’t everyone know that Dumbledore could not believe him in this job for so many years?
"But, Harry, you said Slughorn would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Hermione said. The online service of real lady sister, help you find books and chat with you, please Wechat/Search/Search hot web articles or rdww444 waiting for you~
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