Rupert Hagrid's disappearance made Hoffa feel that the future was uncertain. Where did he go? Did he encounter any danger? Did his father come back?
History seemed to be developing in a completely unfamiliar direction.
He thought of his meeting with Hagrid during the summer vacation. If he had promised Aglaia to take Hagrid away, he might have appeared here now …
Without waiting for Hoffa to think about Rupert Hagrid's whereabouts, Dumbledore ended the conversation and led the four class leaders into the auditorium.
Compared to last year's solemn atmosphere, this year's auditorium was much more lively. In the past, the auditorium was only lit by a dimly lit brazier. It was only lit when Principal Amando Dippet was speaking.
But now, thousands of candles were floating in the air, illuminating the auditorium. On the four tables were glittering gold plates and goblets. At the end of the auditorium, there was another long table, which was where the teachers sat.
It was a bit close to the romantic feeling of the original novel.
The students of the other grades were already sitting around the four long tables.
After entering the auditorium, Dumbledore gestured to Hoffa to wait for his signal, and led the students to the placement of the hats.
Hoffa saw an empty seat beside Miranda and Aglaia at Ravenclaw's table and was about to sit there.
But at this time, Ravenclaw's class leader, Sherlock Bohan, quickly walked up and brushed past Hoffa. He sat in the seat and glanced at him from the corner of his eyes.
Hoffa was slightly stunned.
Aglaia lowered her head and remained silent. Miranda frowned slightly.
Before Hoffa could say anything, he heard someone calling him.
"Hoffa, over here."
He turned around and saw his roommate, William.
He excitedly waved his arm at Hoffa and pointed to an empty seat beside him.
Hoffa nodded and sat on the chair. Out of the corner of his eye, he was still looking at the uninvited class leader. What was he trying to do?
William pulled Hoffa to sit down and patted his shoulder excitedly. He said to the people around him, "This is my roommate, Hoffa Bach, the one who released the Shield Spell. What do you think? He doesn't like to talk much, but he's a real master of transformation …"
Like a salesman, he talked to the Ravenclaw next to him and exposed all kinds of secrets. He acted as if he was very close to Hoffa and had the best relationship with him. It was as if he had become his best buddy.
He looked at his other roommate, Antonio, who was sitting in the corner. His eyes were filled with envy and admiration, but he did not dare to approach.
Huo Fa really hoped that Principal Amando Dippet could step forward and shout for silence like he usually did, so as to suppress his show-off roommate.
But he did not. Principal Amando Dippet sat in his seat blankly, looking at the golden cup in front of him. His eyes were somewhat unfocused.
He was no longer as energetic as he was last year. At this moment, he had completely become an old man in his twilight years. Last year, Silby's framing made him suffer a lot, and it also made him quickly exhaust the passion of life.
He no longer stopped the students from chatting. The hall was filled with whispers, and no one paid attention to the ceremony.
Finally, amidst the whispers of the Four Great Houses, the ceremony that not many people cared about ended.
Vice-principal Dumbledore stood under the giant eagle statue. He coughed twice, and the voices of the discussions became a little quieter. He clapped his hands again, and the surroundings finally quieted down.
Dumbledore said, "This year has been quite difficult. There is no need to talk about the war outside. Those who are still able to come to school at this time, I think, have extraordinary courage."
The people at Gryffindor's table nodded seriously.
Slytherin just looked at him coldly.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were expressionless.
On the podium, Dumbledore glanced at Hoffa. Hoffa felt his stomach twist. Was it time?
As expected, Dumbledore said, "But before the banquet begins, I would like to invite the outstanding student who once protected this school, the one who released the Legendary Shield Spell, Hoffa Bach. Come and announce the changes and arrangements of this year's school. "
At this moment, everyone's eyes were like spotlights piercing Ravenclaw's table.
Letting a third-year student speak at the opening banquet. This was an arrangement that had never been made before. It was also something that had never happened before. In the past few decades, this kind of thing had always been done by the principal. But this year, the principal was completely reduced to a decoration. He just raised his head and glanced at Hoffa, then lowered it again.
Hoffa stood up silently. He had no room to refuse.
Applause sounded from Ravenclaw's table.
The applause caused the other tables to also start clapping.
Although it wasn't loud, it was more or less sincere.
He stepped forward, not looking at the gazes on both sides. He knew that everyone around him was looking at him, but he tried not to think about it.
He stood under the statue of the giant eagle, and Dumbledore gave him the place to talk. Dumbledore's hands hung down naturally as he stood beside Huo Fa and softly chanted a spell, "Mirror of Specter."
Several rays of light shot out from under Hoffa's feet, shining on the ceiling and walls.
His face appeared on all four walls. It was like a projector from the future, but it was even clearer and more magical. Even his somewhat disordered breathing was amplified several times over.
At this time, he couldn't escape anymore. Hoffa gathered his courage and made contact with those eyes, trying to understand their desire.
At that moment.
Hundreds of faces looked at him like flickering lanterns. The ghosts were also mixed in with the students, shining with a hazy silver light. He saw Aglaia with her head lowered, Miranda with a worried face, Tom Riddle in a wheelchair with sharp and gloomy eyes, and …
Everything.
He was speechless.
Although he had instructed others when he opened the shop in London, it was basically two people facing each other. He had almost never faced so many people at the same time. He had never done it in two lifetimes.
He was speechless for about ten seconds.
Dumbledore bent down and whispered in his ear, "This is the Magic Mirror. You don't have to worry about it, just say it."
After being reminded, Hoffa reacted.
He reached into his pocket, took out the parchment, and read word by word, "In the past year, we have experienced crazy thugs, terrible wars, and economic collapse. Rumors, we are afraid of a rift in society, afraid of being eroded by darkness in the future.
But we are still working hard, continuing to learn, and will make breakthroughs in many fields. Now, the most important thing for us is to have confidence, trust in our own strength, trust in our school, trust in the glory of humanity … "
After reading these words dryly, Hoffa turned a page of parchment and saw a row of ink marks. He was stunned for a moment. After two seconds, he slowly read it out.
"This year, the teacher of the Transformation class in Hogwarts will be Jacob Bohan, the director of the Saint-Mango Magic Hospital."
Dumbledore took the lead and began to applaud.
An elegant middle-aged man with a purple scarf slowly walked out from the doorway behind the classroom desk. With a smile, he bowed in all directions. His etiquette was impeccable.
The students below also applauded rhythmically.
After bowing, he stepped forward and shook hands with Dippet. The Dippet shook hands with him indifferently.
After shaking hands, he greeted Dumbledore, stretched out his hand and pressed down in the air. The applause subsided.
He sat down, straightened his wizard robe, and focused on the two people on the podium.
Hoffa didn't know what to say. He continued to unfold the parchment, and the following message made him stare for a long time. "As the teacher of the Magical Biology class, Victor Caro, stepped down due to injury, the teacher of this year's Magical Biology class will be the legendary half-elf from the Dracais family …"
Hoffa paused, widened his eyes, and read word by word, "Fatir Dracais."
When he read this paragraph, he couldn't help but look at Aglaia at Ravenclaw's desk. She also stared at Hoffa with her eyes wide open. They saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Obviously, she didn't know anything about it.
The parchment came to an end. Dumbledore, who was standing at the side, immediately began to applaud. The students below also began to applaud.
Hoffa looked around, trying to find Aglaia's father.
The other students below the stage also looked around, trying to find the teacher with the same surname as the beauty of Ravenclaw. However, no matter how they looked, there was only one new teacher, Jacob Bohan, at the teaching desk. There was no second person at all.
Dumbledore slightly pushed Hoffa's shoulder. He frowned, put away the parchment, and walked off the podium.
Dumbledore continued Hoffa's words:
"I'll explain a little here. Mister Dracath can't come, but he'll be inviting the best students from the third grade and above to the Castle of the Mountains in the Hebrides Islands for special training one day during the semester.
These are the original words of Professor Dracais. This year's magical animals class will be very exciting and very dangerous. I hope that everyone will be mentally prepared and participate enthusiastically. "
After that, he flicked the cup with his finger, and a variety of food appeared on the banquet table. The banquet began.
This time, most of the students didn't care about the banquet. They gathered together and discussed the two new professors in the school.
Hoffa looked at Aglaia when he passed by her seat. He found that she lowered her head and didn't say a word. It was as if she didn't hear the questions around her.
When he returned to his seat, the people around him were talking about the new teachers and the war. They didn't pay too much attention to him. Hoffa relaxed a lot. He pulled the plate, took some food, and began to eat.
Of course, because of the war, the food in Hogwarts this year was far worse than in previous years. Although they tried to make the food more sumptuous, the level of delicacy couldn't be compared to the past.
The most common dishes were potatoes, mashed potatoes, salt? Potatoes, potato beef, potato salad, potatoes … Of course, there were other dishes, but they were mainly vegetarian.
Hoffa didn't care about the food. To be honest, he didn't ask for much in this era when he could eat his fill. In many parts of the world, because of the large number of deaths in the labor force, many people couldn't even fill their stomachs.
He cut the vegetables absent-mindedly. He wasn't interested in the topics of the people around him. It didn't matter who became a professor. The war would last for at least seven or eight years.
He wanted to wait until it was over to ask Dumbledore about the strange mental thing in his mind.
However, less than three minutes after the banquet started, Dumbledore helped Principal Amando Dippet out.
After eating for a long time, he still didn't see him come back.
Hoffa began to feel uneasy. He thought of the strange smoking teenager he met on the train and started to look around.
But after looking for a long time, he found that he wasn't among the students. Ravenclaw wasn't there, Gryffindor wasn't there, Slytherin wasn't there, and even Hufflepuff wasn't there.
This made him feel a little strange.
Could it be that he met on the train was a ghost?
After eating, Dumbledore still didn't come back.
His plan to ask for advice failed.
Hoffa had to follow the new principal and walked up Ravenclaw's tower.
The magic stairs turned in circles, helping the students to climb up the tall tower and cross the narrow bridge in the sky. Hoffa returned to the common room that he hadn't seen for two months.
The knight in the portrait saw the wizard coming and knelt down on one knee.
Eagle Ring was as loyal as ever. It opened its bronze metal wings and asked:
The one who invented it didn't want it,
The one who bought it didn't need it,
The one who needed it didn't care about it.
This question was quite difficult. Perhaps Eagle Ring wanted to intimidate the new students. Both the new and old students couldn't answer.
Even Hoffa, who had answered Eagle Ring's questions so many times, didn't know the answer. He turned to Miranda beside him and asked, "Do you know how to do it?"
Miranda shook her head. "Guessing riddles isn't my strong suit."
Hoffa was about to ask Aglaia, but he found her standing three meters away from him and whispering something to him.
Then the principal stood up and said calmly, "Coffin."
Eagle Ring lowered its head and folded its wings. The knight with the sword answered and opened the door to the common room.
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