Looking in the direction she was pointing, everyone's eyes fell on Professor Dumbledore first.
Dumbledore sat in the middle of the long staff table in the golden high-back chair, wearing a dark purple robe dotted with silver stars and a matching hat. He cocked his head to the woman sitting next to him, who was speaking into his ear.
The two of them looked so intimate that anyone who didn't know would think they were close.
To be honest, the woman looked like someone's unmarried aunt.
She was short and plump, with short, curly, grayish-brown hair tied in an ugly pink bow that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robe.
At this moment, she turned her face slightly, raised her goblet of wine, and glanced in their direction.
Then everyone saw a pale, toad-like face and a pair of heavy-lidded, bulging eyes.
"My God, it's her!" Harry recognized her at once and was very shocked.
"Dolores Umrich!" Elwyn added, not at all surprised.
Although a lot had changed, she had still come to the Hogwarts as scheduled, and no one knew what she was up to.
In Elwyn's opinion, Umrich was much more difficult to deal with than Foggy, and she was very good at stirring up trouble.
"Look at her clothes, what a beautiful cardigan!" Ron said with a fake smile.
"I think it's a little scary, it doesn't suit her," Corin agreed.
"She does look a little familiar …" Hermione said thoughtfully. "Who is she?"
"The woman named Umrich!" Harry said. "She took part in the interrogation of me and Elwyn. She works for Foggy!"
"Oh!" Hermione nodded in realization. "What's she doing here?"
"She's here as a professor of Defense Against Black Magic," Elwyn said. "Foggy arranged for her to come here. Do you understand?"
Hermione nodded worriedly. This was not good news. Harry, Ron, and Corin looked at them curiously.
"Understand what?" Ron asked. "That the Defense Arts of Black Magic class this year will be terrible? Don't worry, I've already mentally prepared myself. In fact, I've never looked forward to this course … "
"Lupin, Sirius, and Mad-Eye have taught her well!" said Harry. "I hope nothing happens to this woman."
If it had been another week, he definitely wouldn't have thought this way and wouldn't have worried about Umrich.
Although Hermione wanted to explain to them what Umrich's arrival meant and let them know the seriousness of the matter, Professor Grapeland walked in from the side door and sat in the seat that should have belonged to Hagrid.
This meant that the freshmen must have crossed the lake and arrived at the castle.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door to the hall opened.
Professor Meg led a long line of freshmen into the hall, still in a state of shock.
Professor Meg held a stool in his hand, on which was an ancient wizard's hat.
The hat was patched with patches, and there was a wide tear beside the frayed brim of the hat. The hum of conversation in the hall gradually subsided.
The freshmen lined up in front of the staff table, facing the other freshmen.
Professor Meg carefully placed the stool in front of them and stepped back.
The faces of the freshmen shone with a pale light in the candlelight. A little boy in the middle of the line seemed to be shivering.
The freshmen were uneasy, waiting for the sorting hat to decide where they would go and even their future.
Elwyn had always thought that the characteristics of the four academies of Hogwarts were too distinct. When the freshmen first entered the school, they were divided into four different groups and constantly told them the stories and qualities of the four founders.
Gryffindor's courage, Ravenclaw's intelligence, Hufflepuff's love and loyalty, and Slytherin's power and power.
These characteristics had unknowingly influenced the students of the four academies and left a deep imprint on them.
Obviously, the system of Hogwarts had a considerable impact on the students.
Even though thousands of years had passed, everyone still inherited the will of the four founders. But was it really good to do so?
The sorting ceremony had always been a highlight of the opening ceremony of a new semester. All the teachers and students held their breath and waited.
In the blink of an eye, the slit on the side of the hat opened like a mouth, and the sorting hat sang loudly: A long time ago, when I was still a new hat, when Hogwarts had not been built, the four founders of the noble academy thought they would never part ways.
They were united by the same goal, and their wishes were the same: to build the best magic school in the world, so that their knowledge could be passed on and passed on.
"We will build the school together, and teach together!" The four friends were very firm in their decision, but they never dreamed that one day they would split from each other.
What friends in the world could be better than Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless you counted the other pair of friends, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
How could such a good thing be messed up? How could such a friendship be written off?
Alas, I witnessed this sad story with my own eyes, so I can tell you in detail here.
Slytherin said, "The students we teach must be of the purest blood."
Ravenclaw said, "The students we teach must be of superior intelligence."
Gryffindor said, "The students we teach must be of superior intelligence." Gryffindor said, "The students we teach must be brave and fearless."
Hufflepuff said, "I teach many people, and treat them all equally."
The first time these differences showed themselves, it caused a small quarrel.
Each of the four founders had a school, and only accepted the youths they wanted.
The wizards Slytherin recruited were like himself, pure blood, and cunning.
Only the younger generation with the sharpest minds could listen to Ravenclaw's teachings.
Anyone who was bold and adventurous would be accepted into the academy by the courageous Gryffindor.
The rest were accepted by the kind Hufflepuff, who taught them all her skills without reservation.
Thus, the four academies and their founders maintained a strong and sincere friendship.
For many happy years the teaching of the Hogwarts was pleasant and harmonious.
But then, slowly, a schism arose, intensified by our foibles and fears.
The four academies were like four stone pillars, firmly supporting our school.
Now they quarrelled and quarreled, each trying to monopolize the power.
There was a time when the school looked as if it would die.
There were quarrels, there were fights, there were old friends who turned against each other.
Then at last, early one morning, the old Slytherin suddenly went away.
Although the dispute had by then been settled, he left us disheartened.
Only three of the four founders remained, and the situation of the four schools was never so amicable and united as it had once been.
Now the Sorting Hat is before you, and you know how it all began: I put you in each school, because my duty is not to be changed. But this year I will say a few more words, and ask you to listen carefully to my new song. Though I am bound to divide you, I fear it is not right to do so.
Though it is my duty to divide each year's freshmen into quarters, I fear that such a division will lead to the collapse I fear.
Oh, to know the danger, to read the signs. The lessons of history warn us that our Hogwarts are in danger. Enemies outside the school are watching.
We must be united within ourselves, or everything will fall apart from within.
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