Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 124 The Opening Ceremony and the Strange Dreamland
John followed Professor McGonagall through the hall, up the marble staircase, and down a corridor.

Professor McGonagall's office is small, but full of warmth and warmth.As soon as they walked in, Professor McGonagall motioned for John to sit down.

Professor McGonagall herself sat down behind the desk, looked at her best student in front of her, and said happily: "Professor Lupine sent an owl in advance to explain everything that happened on the train in detail. John."

Hearing what Professor McGonagall said, John nodded to show that he understood.

"According to Professor Lupin's letter, your patron saint is a fire dragon that you have never seen before, which is really extraordinary." Professor McGonagall looked at John with a smile.

But soon Professor McGonagall showed a little dissatisfaction on his face.

"It's fine to send dementors around the school, but you still can't control those guys and let them attack the train." Professor McGonagall frowned, "I really don't know what Albus was thinking, how could he agree to such a ridiculous request , they are really scary guys and what they do to people who are already vulnerable."

"Fortunately, I have you, John, otherwise I really can't imagine what will happen, so I will add [-] points to you!" Professor McGonagall smiled and looked at John again and said.

"It's easy to do, Professor McGonagall." John also said with a smile, "As a responsible wizard, I can't just sit back and watch bad things happen."

Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, chatted with John again, and took John out of the office and back to the auditorium to attend the banquet.

The Great Hall was a sea of ​​black pointed hats, and every long college table was filled with students, their faces glistening in the thousands of candles that floated above them.

Professor Flitwick, a little wizard with white hair, came out of the Great Hall with an antique hat and a three-legged stool.

Looking at the sorting hat taken away by Professor Flitwick, John knew that the sorting ceremony should be over.

Professor McGonagall strode towards her empty seat at the staff table. After John and Harry nodded, they turned to the other side and walked towards Hufflepuff's long table.

People turned to look at John as he walked through the auditorium, and John could see excitement in many of their faces.

I think it should be the combined impact of the incident on the train and the holiday award ceremony.

John was very calm about this, and sat down at the long table with his usual expression.

Just after John sat down and the students around him obviously wanted to say something, Principal Dumbledore stood up and began to speak for the new term.

Although Professor Dumbledore is old, he always gives people an energetic feeling.

His silvery hair and beard are several feet long, he wears half-moon glasses and has a particularly crooked nose.

He is often said to be the greatest wizard today, but in John's view, although Principal Dumbledore is great, he is more of a confused and unreliable old man.

Even though people can't help but trust Albus Dumbledore.

"Welcome!" said Dumbledore, his beard glinting in the candlelight.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts school again! I have a few things to tell you all, and one of them is very important, so I thought it best to tell you all before you enjoy your delicious meal and get confused. It makes it clear..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and continued: "Our school has welcomed several dementors from Azkaban. They are sent by the Ministry of Magic to perform official duties. You must already know this, because they are very important to you. The Hogwarts Express conducted a search."

Hearing this, many people turned their eyes to John, even Principal Dumbledore on the stage.

I don't know if it was an illusion, John felt that Dumbledore looked at him with a little more kindness and less scrutiny, and he wondered if it was because he used the Patronus Charm.

"They are stationed at every entrance to the school," continued Dumbledore, "and I must make it clear that no one is allowed to leave the school while they are there. No tricks, gimmicks, or disguises will fool the dementors." , even the invisibility cloak.”

He added indifferently, John noticed that Harry and Ron looked at each other at the Gryffindor table, and it seemed that this was specifically for Harry.

"It is not in the nature of dementors to understand excuses and begging for mercy. So I would like to remind everyone here not to give them reason to hurt you. I hope that the prefects and our newly-elected co-chairs will ensure that not a single student is involved with the dementors." There is a conflict."

Hearing this, Percy, the new president of the student union this semester, subconsciously puffed up his chest, with a little air on his face.

Dumbledore paused again and looked around the Hall very gravely, but no one moved or made a sound.

"On a lighter note," he continued, "I'm delighted to welcome two new teachers to our roster this semester.

"First, Professor Lupine, who readily agreed to fill the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

There were several indifferent and sparse applause in the auditorium.

After all, regarding the situation of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, everyone knew very well that even if the professor of this class was warmly entertained, the professor would definitely leave this position for various reasons by the end of the semester, even at the cost of his life.

Just like Professor Gilderoy Lockhart last semester, he has not been found until now, and now everyone agrees that he has been killed.

Only the classmates who shared the same compartment with Professor Lupine on the train clapped their hands more vigorously, and Harry was one of them.

John smiled at Lupine from a distance, then turned his gaze to Professor Snape's face.

At this moment, Professor Snape was staring at Professor Lupine at the other end of the staff table.

Everyone knew that Snape had always wanted a position in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but now the twitching expression on Professor Snape's thin, yellow face was not just anger, it was hatred.

"As for our second new teacher," Dumbledore continued, after the sparse applause welcoming Professor Lupine died down, "I regret to inform you that our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Kettleburn, Retired at the end of last term, in order to have more time to enjoy his old arms and legs." "However, I am pleased to announce that it will be none other than Rubeus Hagrid who agrees to Accept this teaching position in addition to your duties as a gamekeeper."

Immediately, apart from the Slytherin long table, the long tables in other colleges erupted into warm applause.

John could see Hagrid's face flushed, his eyes downcast on his big hands, tears glistening at the corners of his eyes, and a big smile hidden behind a tangled black beard.

Waving to Hagrid, Hagrid naturally showed a bright smile, and waved to John.

After the applause stopped in the auditorium and Professor Dumbledore began to speak again, Hagrid was still wiping his eyes with the tablecloth.

"Well, there are so many important things." Dumbledore said, "Let's have a feast!"

Gold plates and goblets in front of them were suddenly filled with food and drink, and the auditorium echoed with laughter and the clang of knives and forks.

After Dumbledore announced that everyone could go to bed, John saw Harry and they rushed to Hagrid.

"Congratulations, Hagrid!" screamed Hermione as they reached the staff table.

Harry and Ron were also excited to send blessings to Hagrid, and Hagrid thanked them with a smile while wiping away his tears.

John came up and said, "Congratulations, Hagrid"

"Thanks to you, John," said Hagrid, wiping his oily cheeks with a napkin, looking up at John.

"And I would also like to thank John for your input on my course, now I know how to teach it"

"John, you already knew, why didn't you tell us?"

Ron complained a little, but John didn't expect to know about it, no wonder John didn't look surprised at all.

Hagrid hurriedly explained: "I told John not to say anything, I wanted to give you a surprise."

"Okay." Ron reluctantly accepted the statement.

"I can't believe it...what a man, Dumbledore...Professor Kettleburn said he had had enough and Dumbledore came straight to me...that's exactly what I've been wanting..." Hagrid sighed again.

He was so excited that he buried his face in the napkin, and finally Professor McGonagall came forward to calm Hagrid.

After being driven away by Professor McGonagall, the three of John and Harry said goodbye and returned to the dormitory.

His luggage had been packed by Tom, and now Ramses was squatting on the bird stand, drowsy.

After a brief wash, John went to bed and fell asleep.

It's just that something different seems to have happened tonight. John rarely entered a dream. You must know that since the day John came to the main world, he has never had a dream.

Not to mention that there are three magic systems in John now, and in each magic system, dreams are related to omens.

In the dream, John discovered that he appeared on a strange grassland.

The plants here are all shining with a bright white brilliance, and in a pitch-black sea of ​​stars, a faint blue sun and a crimson sun are suspended above it at the same time.

John walked slowly on the prairie, and every time he took a step, there would be a little more light behind him.

In the end, he came to a ruined wall. From the remaining stone pillars, he could see how tall and beautiful the buildings used to be here.

However, John didn't pay too much attention to the wreckage of these buildings, but instead set his sights on a quaint stone throne.

Or it could be said to be the phantom sitting on the throne.

The phantom is completely composed of light, and it is wearing some kind of complicated and gorgeous clothing.

John could clearly feel that the other party was watching him.

In the next second, he felt a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Come here... Red Dragon... come here..."

"... Long... found here..."

The sound was intermittent like a damaged record and couldn't be heard clearly, but when John wanted to get closer to see if he could make the sound clearer.

wake up!
John looked at the curtain in front of him in a daze, but he soon came to his senses.Think of the dream last night.

He knew it must be some kind of omen, or call.

It seems that the mysterious person in the dream must have some connection with him, otherwise he wouldn't let him go to him.

"It seems that we need to study the dream well..."

(End of this chapter)