Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 131 The New Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor
After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the audience applauded thunderously, even Hera applauded reluctantly.

I have to say that the songs of the Sorting Hat haven't changed much over the years. Although there is nothing new, there is nothing wrong with it. It just makes the professors who have to attend the opening banquet every year feel a little tired.

The Sorting Hat bowed to the four tables, then stood still.

Professor Flitwick held a roll of parchment in his hand, and he stretched it towards Hera. Hera understood what he meant and shook her head slightly.

Let's leave things like sorting to Professor Flitwick. He is really exhausted. Hera just wants to have a delicious dinner and then go back to his office.

"Okay," Professor Flitwick shrugged, and took a few steps forward, "Whoever's name I call now will put on the hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting. When the hat announces the college, go and sit at the corresponding table."

"Stuart Ackley!"

A boy came forward, Hera yawned secretly, and stood obediently beside Professor Flitwick, it seemed a little inappropriate for him to leave Professor Flitwick here alone at this moment.

His eyes narrowed slightly, the lights in the auditorium were a bit dazzling, making Hera feel a little uncomfortable, his breathing gradually became calmer, and Flitwick's voice became distant.
"Hera? Hera?"

He heard someone calling his name, and at the same time, he felt his trousers being pulled.

"Oh, Professor Flitwick, what's the matter?"

"The sorting is over, we should go back now." Professor Flitwick said, at the same time making a gesture with his mouth, in the direction of the sorting hat and the triangular stool in front of him.

Hera quickly picked up the sorting hat and the triangular stool, put them back in the original corner, and then quickly returned to the guest table to sit down.

Hagrid had also slipped into the auditorium at some point, but he was at least three times the size of an ordinary person, with long black hair and black beard matted together, looking a little scary.

But Hagrid actually has a very loving heart, and he loves all magical magical animals.He winked at Hera, who smiled back.

And Dumbledore has been quietly waiting for Hera, and he stood up when Hera sat back in the seat, looked at all the students with a smile, opened his arms, and made a welcoming gesture.

"I have only two words for you," he said, his deep voice echoing in the auditorium, "Eat!"

"Yes, yes!" murmured Hera, grabbing his knife and fork, and staring longingly at the golden dish in front of him.

In fact, if not all the teachers and students had to attend the opening banquet, Hera would have slipped away immediately.

It is said that the annual school song is a powerful contract that protects all teachers and students at Hogwarts.

Of course, this is obviously useless, otherwise the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors would not have died so badly.

Hera held the knife and fork and watched as the empty plates suddenly and magically filled with food.

His elegant dining etiquette has been completely broken. Since he had a simple breakfast at Tulip Manor in the morning, he hasn't eaten anything. He even planned to buy some snacks on the train. Because of the appearance of the dementor, the Auror who was selling snacks on the train completely ignored the snack cart.

He managed to go hungry all day.

"Ah, it's much better now," said Hera vaguely, having just stuffed a steak into his mouth, and his dinner was still Cowper's personal order.

Lockhart, who was sitting next to him, looked enviously at Hera eating the steak. There was only one serving of mashed potatoes on his plate, which was in stark contrast to Hera.

"Oh, even a strong me needs to eat some meat to replenish my energy. But it seems that you need it more." Lockhart swallowed, pretending not to care, but his throat exposed his thoughts, and he kept swallowing.

Hera ignored Lockhart's words at all, there was no way he would have given away a piece of his steak.

After eating half full in a hurry, Hera finally looked at the four tables below. There were many new figures on the long table of Slytherin, and it seemed that this year was another good year.

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are similar, but they don't eat as elegantly as Slytherin, and Hufflepuff's eating posture is really rough.

He pretended not to see Penello's starry eyes, and he didn't intend to make their relationship public until Penello graduated.

In fact, Hera doesn't know what the relationship between him and Penello is now.Maybe it's just Penello's girl Huaichun. At this age, it's not surprising that she would fall in love with such an excellent and handsome professor.

In the end, Hera couldn't bear to look directly at the last Gryffindor. In comparison, Hufflepuff's dining etiquette was perfect.

If you have to use any words to describe Gryffindor, it would be a disaster!
The plates were clinking and being passed on the table, the bustling people's voices echoed loudly, just.
He didn't seem to see Harry and Ron. God knows where they went, maybe they were directly expelled by Professor Dumbledore - of course, this is absolutely impossible.

After all, that's 'The Boy Who Lived', 'The Savior of the Wizarding World' - Harry Potter!
Unless Dumbledore has Alzheimer's disease, he will never fire Harry.Correspondingly, as Harry's little follower, that Weasley will not be fired either.

Thinking of Weasley, Hera turned her eyes to the Gryffindor long table again, and the result was not at all beyond his expectations, the little Weasley girl also entered Gryffindor, just like her brothers.

I can only hope that she can settle down a bit.

When the knives and forks were placed on the dining table, and the golden cutlery shone with light, Hera looked at Dumbledore quietly, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably, and he waited for Dumbledore to get up again to prepare the school song.

Sure enough, Dumbledore stood up again, and the dining room returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone is full, I want to say a few more words to you. When the new semester begins, I want to give you a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year freshmen, all students are prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest on campus. Some of our old classmates should also remember this well." Dumbledore's glasses flickered slightly.

"Besides, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to use magic in the hallway between classes."

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team should practice with Mrs. Hooch."

"Finally, let me solemnly introduce a person to you - I believe you have already seen it, that is our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart! Applause!"

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