Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, countless delicacies suddenly appeared on the long empty table in front of everyone.

This time, the auditorium became lively, and the students who had been on the train all afternoon immediately scrambled to eat, especially the freshmen, perhaps because it was the first time they saw such a scene, they became special. excited.

To be honest, Mike can't understand their behavior. After all, the food on the table can be said to be almost unlimited during the specified time, because the house-elves in the back kitchen will continuously replenish it, so there is absolutely no need for this.

But if I don't understand it, Mike is still very happy, because watching such a lively scene is really happy, and now the auditorium is even completely filled with laughter.

After watching it for a while, Mike turned his attention to the faculty seat again.

Mike had been paying attention to Dumbledore's arm when he was speaking.

But unfortunately, there seems to be some powerful shielding spell attached to it, so that even Mike can't detect Dumbledore's real situation.

It's just that judging from what Mike observed with the naked eye, Dumbledore's terrifying injury has reached a very serious level.

After making this conclusion, the corners of Mike's mouth finally rose, and he threw himself into the feast with peace of mind.

Happy hours are always short-lived, and this buffet feast only lasted about half an hour before it was over.

This time is a bit short for the more social seniors like Mike, but it is enough for those freshmen and juniors. After all, their meals are really just meals, and some freshmen with small appetites Even ten minutes after the banquet was full.

After all the food on the plate in front of everyone disappeared, Dumbledore slowly got up from his chair and came to the podium to say:

"Okay, this feast is finally over, and now I really have a lot to tell you. First of all, it's still Mr. Filch's request, his 404th request, let me tell you, not allowed in the corridor Bullshit. Also…”

Dumbledore started talking about the same cookie-cutter dos and don'ts as he had done in previous years. Mike had no interest in it, so he looked away.

In a corner of the faculty seat, Professor Slughorn was pulling Foley to say something to the professor, as if to reminisce, but Professor Flitwick looked impatient, obviously not How willing to talk to Slughorn.

Hagrid, on the other hand, was sitting with Professor Trelawney from the Divination class, which was a rare occurrence, since Trelawney, an eccentric witch, usually didn't leave her little attic. Even the lessons take place in the classroom under her attic.

But this is understandable. After all, she was tortured a little bit by Umbridge last year, and she was almost kicked out of Hogwarts, so it is understandable that she wants to show her face a few more times and brush her presence. of.

"...Today, we are very pleased to welcome a new professor-Professor Slughorn!" Dumbledore's voice suddenly increased a lot, "He is a former colleague, after a period of After some discussion, he decided to go back to his old business and be the potions professor at Hogwarts this year!"

Hearing that, Mike immediately looked over and saw that Professor Slughorn, whose name was called, was waving to the classmates in the auditorium with a smile, and he was responding to the enthusiastic cheers of the classmates.

But embarrassingly, let alone cheers, there was not even a little applause.

There is only one thing that everyone cares about now, and that is that since the arrival of Slughorn has taken away the position of potions professor,

So what should Snape do?

Originally, the boy in Slytherin who was invited to the lunch was ready to applaud, but was also forcibly stopped by Draco beside him.

Gradually, the muscles on Slughorn's face became stiff, and a trace of rich red was slowly rising to the earlobe.

Mike smiled slightly, then stood up and started applauding.

His movement caused the Ravenclaws around him to be stunned for a moment, and almost reflexively stood up and began to applaud along with Mike.

Then came Hufflepuff, then Gryffindor, and finally there was a sparse applause from the long Slytherin table.

The expression on Slughorn's face became a little better. He glanced at Mike gratefully, and then glared fiercely at Draco on Slytherin's side - the little gesture they made below him just now. But I saw it all.

Dumbledore was still smiling, looking at the auditorium with thunderous applause, he suddenly raised the volume and said with a super high volume that overwhelmed all the applause in the audience:

"Meanwhile, Professor Snape will be the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts for the next year!"

As soon as this statement came out, a very dramatic scene appeared.

I saw that the auditorium, which was still full of applause, suddenly quieted down. Everyone's eyes widened and they looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

Snape moved. He didn't get up to greet everyone like Slughorn, but sat lazily on his seat and waved expressionlessly.

This time, the long table of Slytherin was a sensation. They slapped the table frantically and cheered loudly. Among them, Draco was the most excited. He climbed on the table excitedly, and kept waving his arms to the staff seat.

At this time, the students from other colleges finally reacted. Everyone gathered together and whispered, and the auditorium instantly became as noisy as a vegetable market.

"Why are they so happy?" Franklin looked at the long Slytherin table with a puzzled expression. "I don't understand. Is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts higher than the professor of Potions?"

A Ravenclaw mutual aid member replied:

"You know, Snape's dream was to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and now, he's finally got his wish."

"That's it?"

"I reckon yes, maybe they think Snape will give them more preferential treatment as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, otherwise they won't be able to explain their behavior," said another Ravenclaw, "but that's fine. The big deal, after all, Snape's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor wouldn't last long, you know, this position is cursed, and no one can hold this position for more than a year.

But honestly, it's ironic enough. A Death Eater turned into a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, hehe! "

As soon as these words came out, there was a mocking low smile on the Ravenclaw long table.

At this time, Mike was staring at Snape without saying a word. For some reason, he always felt that Snape at the moment was not feeling happy, but looked a little irritable.

After letting his classmates go for a while, Dumbledore finally spoke up again. This time he used an explosion spell to attract all kinds of attention, and then said slowly:

"I'm sure everyone in this hall is well aware that Voldemort and his entourage are making waves and going from strength to strength.

I need to stress that this is a very dangerous situation and every one of us at Hogwarts needs to be extremely careful to keep ourselves safe.

The castle's magical fortifications have been reinforced during the summer, which allows us to be more effectively protected.

But each of our students still needs to be vigilant at all times, and here, I sincerely implore you to strictly follow every safety rule set by the teachers, no matter how annoying those rules are, especially those who can't sleep at night and like to walk around student. "

When he said this, Dumbledore paused, and his eyes swept over the Harry trio and Mike and others.

"Okay, your bed is waiting for you, and it's as comfortable and warm as you want it to be," Dumbledore continued, "I know your priority now is to rest well and get ready for class tomorrow, so let's say Say good night."

After saying that, Dumbledore raised his wand with his intact arm, and then the four long tables in the auditorium were neatly stacked on both sides, leaving a large space.

Everyone who lost their seats said goodbye to Dumbledore one after another, and then walked neatly and slowly over their respective academy lounges under the leadership of their respective grade heads.

This year's school opening dinner is a bit over, and many students have already started yawning at this time, especially some first- and second-year students who have been playing crazy all day, and now they can hardly even open their eyes.

The professors have also started to leave, and when they go back tonight, they have to prepare for tomorrow's class.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, continued to stand still on the podium, smiling as he watched the students slowly leave the auditorium.

It was not until the last student disappeared that he extinguished the candles in the auditorium, turned and walked upstairs.

"Dumbledore, I think we need to talk."

An old voice suddenly came from the darkness, Dumbledore's brows jumped, and he was stunned before saying:

"Horace, is there anything we can't talk about tomorrow? You still have morning class tomorrow."

Professor Slughorn came out of the darkness and said with a serious expression:

"No, I must talk to you now!"

Dumbledore was silent, he stared at Slughorn, and the two looked at each other for a long time before Dumbledore sighed:

"If you insist on that, then fine. Let's go to my office."

With that, Dumbledore turned and continued walking upstairs, with Slughorn following behind him.

The two remained silent the whole way, and Dumbledore walked so fast that Slughorn had to trot all the way to keep up with his speed.

Soon, Slughorn's breathing began to quicken.

Perhaps to ease the embarrassment of the silence, or simply to slow down Dumbledore's attention, Slughorn said:

"Hey, Dumbledore, are your hands okay? Would you like me to take a look at it, knowing that I'm not only a potion master, but also a pretty good healer."

Hearing this, Dumbledore's body froze for a moment, and instinctively he tucked the wounded hand wrapped in silk bandages into the sleeve of his robe.

"Thank you, Horace, but I don't need it anymore. Severus has already treated me, and I believe it won't be long before I recover."

"Okay then...but...can you go slower? Huh~ I can't keep up."

Dumbledore didn't answer, but slowed his pace quietly, much to Slughorn's relief.

After the 'long journey', the two finally came to the principal's office.

Slughorn collapsed on the sofa chair panting heavily, while Dumbledore poured a glass of water for him, then sat behind the desk and said softly:

"Tell me, Horace, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Thank you! Phew, this is a real life saver." Slughorn drained his glass of water before saying, "Mike Tonley, Dumbledore, I want to talk to you about Mike Tonley. "

Hearing this name, Dumbledore's expression froze, and he asked after a while:

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you know anything about the whereabouts of the Eriffer family? Why does McTony's Los Santos Group publicly sell the exclusive merchandise of the Eriffer family? What is the connection between the two?"

Dumbledore was silent, and Slughorn waited for a long time without getting an answer, and finally murmured somewhat absently:

"They... can't come back, can they?"

"That's right."

"Mike killed them all?"

silence……

"Okay, I think I know." Slughorn said excitedly, reaching for the refilled water glass and taking a sip, but the hand was shaking slightly, making the water in the glass also There were ripples, "So Mike's strength is really strong!"

Seeing Slughorn's excited look, Dumbledore frowned and said:

"Horace, give you a piece of advice, don't get too close to Mike, he's dangerous!"

"You mean he's a villain full of evil?"

"Of course not, even the Avery family has a reason, you can't blame him all."

"Isn't that good? I think Mike is a good boy." Slughorn said with a smile, "Do you know how embarrassing I was when I was on stage? So many people, no one was alone. Welcome back to Hogwarts, even Slytherin where I was headmaster!

And that's when Mike came out and he supported me, what a tender gesture, wasn't it? Dumbledore. "

Dumbledore didn't answer, he frowned, those deep eyes that seemed to be staring at Slughorn in front of him, and at the unknown being in the dark.

But Slughorn's expression looked very relaxed. He got up and adjusted his appearance, and then slowly walked out of the principal's office, saying while walking:

"Take care of your injury, Dumbledore, don't worry too much about me, I won't make the mistakes of the past again."

With the squeak of the door cup closing, the entire office fell into complete silence. Dumbledore slowly leaned back, leaned his entire body on the back of the chair, and sighed deeply.

"Ah~"