"That doesn't mean anything, because you're already dead," Ron interrupted again.
He had just finished eating the cake and heard Nico's last sentence.
"Here we go again. You always hurt people like a blunt axe," Nico, who was almost headless, said.
He suddenly rose into the air and quickly floated towards Gryffindor's table, ignoring the others who tried to stop him.
"Ron, you shouldn't have said that!"
"Then what should I have said? It was his words that were problematic. How could the ghost die again? " Ron said. "I don't think Nico's words can be trusted. They're always like this, asking around for gossip …"
Just then, Dumbledore stood up from behind the staff table and stopped the argument between Ron and Hermione.
Elwyn and Harry were glad that they didn't have to listen to them. The laughter echoing in the auditorium almost immediately subsided.
"Good evening, everyone!" Dumbledore said with a kind smile. He opened his arms as if he wanted to hug the whole auditorium.
His wide sleeves slid down, and they could clearly see the complicated spells on his right hand and a small part of his arm that was exposed.
They were densely distributed, with the Gunter family's ring as the center, extending to his upper arm. The color seemed to be darker than a month ago. From a distance, the spells made Dumbledore's hand appear a strange dark green, as if it was poisoned.
"Look, what happened to his hand?"
"It was like this when we saw him during the summer vacation." Hermione explained in a low voice that only the few of them could hear. "He told Professor Slughorn that it was caused by a magic failure."
"That's weird. I thought he had cured it long ago," Harry said.
"Some magic injuries can never be cured. It's common in ancient spells." Hermione said with a pained expression on her face. She stared at Dumbledore's hand and said, "These magic spells, no matter what they are, seem to have become more serious. This is definitely not a good thing."
"Elwyn, do you know what that is?" Elaine asked.
"I'm not sure." Elwyn shook his head and said, "I've never seen such magic or curse."
Hermione was right. They seemed to have become more serious. What did this mean?
The backlash from a failed spell would increase? Or did Dumbledore use some kind of spell to increase the number of incantations in the past month?
It seemed like it wasn't just him. Everyone seemed to have encountered some sort of unexpected situation.
Many people noticed the abnormality of Dumbledore's right hand, and the auditorium was filled with whispers.
Dumbledore knew what everyone was talking about. He just smiled and shook his purple and gold sleeve to cover his hand.
"Don't worry about me. It's just a small accident." He said casually, "Well, new students, welcome to school. And, old students, welcome back to school! What awaits you is the new year's magic education … "
He started to talk about the welcome speech and the things to pay attention to, but not many people were listening carefully. Everyone was whispering about what had just happened.
"The administrator, Filch, asked me to tell everyone that this year, students are absolutely prohibited from bringing in any funny merchandise purchased from the Weasley Magic Theater." Dumbledore continued, "In addition, students who want to join the school's Quidditch team, as usual, please report your name to the dean. We are also looking for a new commentator for the Quidditch match. Those who are interested can also apply to the dean. "
"This year, we are very happy to welcome a new teacher, Professor Slughorn."
As soon as Dumbledore's voice trailed off, Slughorn stood up.
His bald head gleamed in the candlelight, and his big belly in a vest cast a large shadow on the table.
"Professor Slughorn is a former colleague of mine. He has agreed to take up his old position as a Potionology teacher."
"What, Potionology class?"
"Potionology class?"
"How can it be Potionology class?"
This question echoed throughout the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had heard wrongly.
Elwyn did not look at Harry and the others, but he could guess their expressions. They must be shocked beyond words.
"At the same time, Professor Snape." Dumbledore continued, raising his voice to cover the people's discussion. "He will be teaching Defense Against Black Magic."
"No!"
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Harry shouted.
His voice was so loud that many heads turned in their direction.
However, Harry did not care. He just stared angrily at the staff's table. He could not understand why Snape was given the teaching position of Defense Against Black Magic in the end.
For so many years, didn't everyone know that Dumbledore did not believe that he was qualified for this position?
"Lower your voice, Harry!" Hermione reminded him. "You're overreacting."
"I just can't accept that Snape should be teaching Defense Against Black Magic. It should be Slughorn …"
"Dumbledore never said that Slughorn would teach Defense Against Black Magic. That was just our speculation."
That's right. Since Slughorn was the Potionology Professor, there was no way he would teach something as dangerous as Defense Against Black Magic.
Especially when this course was cursed by the Lord Voldemort. Those who taught Defense Against Black Magic did not end up well. Not to mention that Defense Against Black Magic was a course to fight against the Dark Wizards like the Lord Voldemort.
Although this course was important, it was not in line with Slughorn's style.
Of course, he had to decline and teach his old profession, Potionology.
In this way, Snape got his wish.
In the teacher's seat, Snape sat on the right side of Dumbledore. When he heard Dumbledore mention his name, he did not stand up. He just raised a hand lazily, indicating that he had heard the cheers from Slytherin's table. His face showed a hint of pride and joy.
"Well, there's something good about this," Harry said, gritting his teeth. "Snape will be fired in less than a year."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"We all know that the job is cursed. No one can last more than a year. The lucky ones are like Lupin and Sirius. The unlucky ones, like Quirrell and Barty Crouch Jr., lost their lives. I personally hope that there will be another murder case …"
"Harry!" Hermione scolded in horror.
Not only them, but everyone in the auditorium was discussing the news that Snape had finally gotten his wish.
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