Vol 2 Chapter 1121:

"I thought he would!" He racked his brains to tell him what happened, but when he remembered it, he realized that Dumbledore had never said what Slughorn would teach.
"I think you have forgotten what I said, Hermione..." Fanlin looked at the shocked girl in front of him, "Slahouorn is the dean of Slytherin, and, most importantly, he is A potion master who can configure a blessing potion, this. Even Professor Snape can't do it."
"Fulfillment?" Hermione looked at Slughorn in disbelief. "So, did he squeeze Snape away?"
"It should be." Fanlin shook his head, "It may be like this, otherwise, you can't expect a potionist to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"But, you have also seen, Fanlin, he is in Defense of the Dark Arts... he can escape the Death Eaters, so..." Harry still said unwillingly, for Snape's acceptance of the dark arts For the defense skills course, Harry was absolutely unwilling.
"That's just an escape, Harry, this is not the Defence Against the Dark Arts for us..." Fanlin shook his head. As you can see, Harry's best Defence Against the Dark Arts course was transformed into Harry's. Among the subjects, the one with the lowest score...
Severus Snape, the hook-nosed middle-aged man with greasy hair. He wore a black robe and sat on Dumbledore's right. He didn't stand up when the name was pronounced. He was just lazy. Lazily raised his hand in response to the applause from the Slytherin table.
But Harry was sure that there was a triumphant look on his disgusting face.
"Then, at least one thing is good," Harry said brutally, "Snape will be over within this year."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"This job is cursed, no one can stay for more than a year... Quirrell even died. Personally, I want to cross my fingers to curse another death."
Fanlin looked at Harry speechlessly. It was obvious that Harry had lost his mind. At least, at this moment, all the resentment towards Snape had obviously gone to Harry's head.
"Harry!" Hermione said scoldingly, looking terrified. "Maybe he ended up just regaining the pointer of the Potions class."
Ron said rationally, "That Slughorn might not be willing to stay too long, and Moody's is not."
"Oh, yes, but I think you might have guessed wrong, Ron..." Fanlin said, "For now, for Slughorn, no place is safer than Hogwarts. That's it."
Dumbledore cleared his throat, seeming to remind everyone to be quiet.
In fact, Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione were not the only ones discussing; the whole auditorium broke out about Snape finally getting his wish.
Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten how sensational the news he had just released. He didn't say more about the appointment of the faculty members, but paused for a few seconds, waited for everyone to calm down absolutely, and then continued.
For a moment, everyone held their breath, everyone knew what it meant, who it was related to, or...
This is Voldemort’s business, and Voldemort’s hatred of Harry and his control of Hogwarts for more than ten years
"Now, as everyone in the auditorium knows, Voldemort and his followers are once again at large, and their strength is still growing." The quiet atmosphere in the auditorium tightened again as Dumbledore spoke. . Harry glanced at Malfoy. Malfoy didn't look at Dumbledore, but used his wand to make a fork hover in the air, as if the headmaster's words were not worth his attention. "I don't know how to emphasize how dangerous the current situation is. I don't know how careful you should be to ensure your safety. The magical barrier of the castle has been strengthening throughout the summer, and we have taken many newer and stronger measures. Come to protect, but we must still be careful to guard against the negligence of every student and faculty. So I urge everyone to abide by any safety restrictions your teachers may impose on you, no matter how annoying you think these things are— —Especially, the rule of not getting out of bed at night. I beg you, if you notice any strange or suspicious things happening inside and outside the castle, please report it to any teacher in time. I believe you will be able to take care of yourself , Out of the utmost respect for the safety of oneself and others."
Dumbledore spoke sincerely, scanned the audience with his blue eyes, and then smiled again.
"But now, your bed is waiting for you. It is as warm and comfortable as you expected. I know that your first consideration is to have a good rest for tomorrow's class. Then, let us say good night. Goodbye!"
As usual, hundreds of students in the auditorium began to file out and flock to their dormitory as the bench made a harsh scratching sound on the ground.
In order to avoid attracting the attention of others, and to stay away from Malfoy so that he has no chance to retell the story of the broken nose, Harry pretended to tie his shoes and deliberately fell behind and let most of the Gryffindor students go. To the front.
Hermione and Fanlin also ran to the front to guide the first-year students to fulfill their prefect duties. It is said that this is the first time Fanlin has performed such a duty, but in fact, this is not much new.
But Ron stayed with Harry.
"What's wrong with your nose?" They were walking at the back of a group of students pouring out of the auditorium. No one else could hear them, so Ron asked.
Harry told him what happened. Ron didn't laugh to show that their friendship was strong.
"I just saw Malfoy playing with his nose to imitate something," he said with a sullen face.
"Yeah, forget it, don't worry about that," said Hara, "Listen to what he said before I was found..."
Harry thought Ron would be shocked to hear Malfoy's boastful words. But Ron remained indifferent, and Harry thought he was a bit stubborn.
"Well, Harry, he's just showing off to Parkinson... What kind of tasks will the mysterious man entrust him to?"
"How did you know that Voldemort didn't want to put an eyeliner at Hogwarts? This is not the first time—"
"I hope you stop mentioning that name, Harry," a complaining voice came from behind. Harry looked back and saw Hagrid shaking his head at him.
"Dumbledore and Van Lin also called by their first names." Harry said stubbornly.
"Yeah, um, but that's Dumbledore, isn't it? And Fanlin has always lacked awe for these, and, as for Fanlin, we can't say anything, at least, he is different from us." Hai Ge said mysteriously.
"Different?" Harry wondered. "What's the difference?"
"This is what Dumbledore said." Hagrid glanced at Van Lin and Hermione who were guarding the first-year freshmen in the crowded crowd ahead.
"By the way, why are you late today, Harry? I'm worried.""
Delayed on the train," Harry said, "Why are you late too? "
"I'm with Glop," Hagrid said happily. "Forget the time. Now he has a new home in the mountains. Dumbledore arranged it-a great cave. He is much happier than when he was in the forest. We talked for a while."
"Really?" said Harry, being careful not to touch Ron's gaze; the cruel man who Harry saw Hagrid last time (he has some talent for uprooting trees) is different. When the father's giant brother, his vocabulary did not exceed five words, two of which were pronounced incorrectly.
"Yeah, he has really improved," Hagrid said proudly. "You will be surprised when you meet. I'm considering training him to be my assistant."
Ron snorted loudly, but tried to hide it with a violent sneeze. Now they were standing beside the oak door.
"Anyway, let's see you tomorrow for the first class after lunch. If you come early, you can still talk to Buck-I mean, Weathervane!"
He waved his hand happily to bid them farewell, and walked out the door into the night. Harry and Ron both looked at each other. Harry knew Ron must be as heavy as he was now.
"You didn't take the protection of magical creatures this semester, did you? Ron shook his head.
"You didn't choose either, did you?" Harry also shook his head.
"And Hermione and Fanlin..." Ron said, "Neither of them, right?" Harry shook his head again.
What exactly would Hagrid say when he discovered that his three favorite students had all given up the course he taught? Harry didn't want to think about it anymore.
This is definitely a blow to Hagrid, but in fact, whether it is for not wasting time or for their own life safety considerations, it is necessary to give up the magical animal protection class.
You can never imagine what will happen in the magical animal protection class, or you should never underestimate Hagrid's dedication to magical animals and his ability to transform them into hybrids.
What is the fire crab with?
Harry couldn't remember, but those fried snails definitely caused everyone to suffer.
However, there is a worse thing, that is, the magical animal protection class may become the only course in the N.E.W.T class that has not been selected.
In fact, at Hogwarts, only Hagrid was the only one who taught the magical animal protection class.
It seemed like this, but Harry still hoped that someone would take over the class of N.E.W.T's Magical Animal Protection Class.
Compared to Harry's melancholy, Fanlin's process of fulfilling the chairmanship of the Boys Student Union was not so pleasant.
You can never imagine why there are not many people at Hogwarts becoming so crowded, as if everyone hopes to return to their lounge as soon as possible and squeeze onto the narrow stairs together.
To make matters worse, there are many people who are talking and laughing, standing and stopping on the stairs.
Of course, compared to last year, the number of students enrolled this year will be much less than last year... Uh, five or six?
It should be considered more.
"Hey, little guys, it looks like we have to wait..." Fanlin said, and hermione rolled her eyes to greet him.
"You can't call them that..."
"Oh, of course..." Fanlin quickly corrected his mistake, even though these new students were really small in his eyes.
Fortunately, he has grown taller. Although he does not grow as fast as Ron's beast, he is still growing steadily.
The feeling of being condescending is still good, it is the eager gaze of these first-year freshmen that makes him a little bit overwhelmed.
Now he is a celebrity. Although he is not as strong as Harry, he is still a regular visitor in the Daily Prophet. For now, this situation will continue for several weeks or even one or two. Months.
The Ministry of Magic really couldn't find anything that could be used to boost morale.
In the face of Death Eaters, the only way to win was the fight at the Ministry of Magic that day.
Starring by the Son of Destiny and Dumbledore, commanded by the Star of Hope in the magic world, led a century-level duel against the old Demon Foufu.
And the most important point is that this is probably the only victory. It is hard to imagine the scene where the Auror of the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eater under Voldemort's hands come into contact.
In the face of internal and external troubles, the Ministry of Magic's army is invincible in terms of number or strength, and it can be described as collapsed.
Fortunately, Voldemort has always been involved in his energy by Rutherford's vampire forbidden ground, and of course, Dumbledore.
At least Dumbledore will not die for a day, Voldemort will not jump out to rule everything, at least if he has enough certainty, Voldemort will not be stupid enough to give Dumbledore a clear target of attack.
As time went on, the people on the stairs gradually dispersed.
Under the leadership of Fanlin and Hermione, a group of freshmen were walking to the Gryffindor common room.
I don't know if it is lucky or unfortunate to join Hogwarts at this time, but anyway, these students have come here.
In fact, the notice issued by Hogwarts has not decreased, but in fact, families who have a certain understanding of the Ministry are not too willing to put their children in Hogwarts at this time.
It is foreseeable that Hogwarts will become the main battlefield, and students who become Hogwarts will naturally fight for Hogwarts.
I don’t know if it’s luck or misfortune for these first-year freshmen. Here is Dumbledore, the wizard Voldemort fears the most. Except for the wizards from Muggles, it is estimated that they will send their children here. Out of trust in Dumbledore.
It’s hard to say if this is a good choice~EbookFREE.me~ Okay, here is the Gryffindor Tower. You can call her the portrait of the gate guardian. The fat lady is always responsible, if you want to If you want to return to your academy’s lounge, I hope you can firmly remember the password. "
"Oh, hello Fat Madam, how is this holiday?" Fanlin asked kindly, while sending a message to Hermione. In fact, he didn't know what the password was.
"Oh, hello Fanlin, I've heard about those things, are these first-year freshmen?"
"Oh, yes, of course." Fanlin said, "Oh, sorry, fat lady, I think we may need to talk later, let me send these new students in."
"Oh, of course, then, the password..."
"Uh, lemon juice..." Fanlin said, the fat lady leaked a confused expression, "It's courage..."
"Oh, of course, please come in..." The fat lady looked at Hermione who charged up.
"This is not a good example."