The fact that a newly graduated student would become a Hogwarts Transfiguration teacher caused a lot of heated discussion among the students. However, they forgot that Headmaster Dippet had not finished speaking.
"Silence!"
Dippet said in a heavy tone.
After that, he covered his mouth and coughed.
Dumbledore, the temporary vice-principal, immediately got up, patted Amando on the back, and whispered a few words in his ear.
When the two of them were talking, the whole hall became silent.
Dippet shook his head and pushed Dumbledore away with one hand, indicating that he did not need help.
Then, he straightened his back and looked around with a determined gaze. "This year, there is a small change.
Due to the turmoil in the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic has stationed a large number of Aura in the Forbidden Forest. Not only that, every teacher in Hogwarts is responsible for the transformation of the school. Therefore, I hereby announce that this year, every teacher will invite a student to become their teaching assistant. The students who become teaching assistants will have the same resources and privileges as the teachers, but at the same time, they will also have to shoulder the corresponding responsibilities and obligations.
Students who complete this task will be recorded in the school's record of honor in your life resume. I hope that every student here will do their best to compete for this honor.
That's all the changes this year. "
After that, Headmaster Dippet sat down, and there was a round of applause. Hoffa followed behind and clapped, but he could not help but feel puzzled.
Teaching assistant?
Students becoming teaching assistants.
He had never heard of such a thing.
Hoffa thought. But, that kind of job? It sounds like a thankless job.
"I want to be one!"
Aglaia's hand that was holding the knife and fork on the table paused, and she turned her head excitedly. "It must be a position that only the best students can take on. Think about it, if all the teachers lined up to invite you to be their teaching assistant. How wonderful would that be? "
Aglaia's face was flushed with excitement, and her blue eyes stared at the teacher's table. It was as if he was already imagining that group of people standing in line in front of him.
Miranda and Hoffa looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. Well, as long as he could prove that he was stronger than others, Aglaia would do anything.
However, this competition was not limited to just a few second-year students. Hogwarts also had third-year, fourth-year, fifth-year, sixth-year, and seventh-year students. The higher the grade, the stronger the students would be.
It was unrealistic for Aglaia to become a teaching assistant in her second year.
After Principal Dippet finished his speech, the food appeared on the table as usual. The food of the house elf, the familiar recipe, and the familiar taste.
However, Hoffa believed that this might be the last time. When the war broke out in two years, the world would inevitably encounter food shortages.
After the banquet began, the oppressive atmosphere eased. The change in teachers caused all the students to whisper to each other.
Aglaia asked in a low voice, "Is Dumbledore very good at curses? How come I've never seen him publish a thesis on curses?"
Miranda: "To be honest, he's pretty good. He just doesn't like to show off."
Not long after the meal, Dippet Amando left. As soon as he stood up, Dumbledore went over to support him and the two slowly left the hall. After the principal left, the atmosphere in the hall became even more lively.
Some people even bravely walked down from their seats and walked around the shining orb in the center of the hall. Dippet Principal did not mention anything about what this orb was or how to use it. He just pretended that it did not exist.
Slytherin's and Gryffindor's tables were the most lively. The three Gryffindor students who were punished to go to the forbidden forest seemed to have become heroes. They stood up from their tables and enthusiastically raised their glasses to Ravenclaw's table.
"Hey, Ravenclaw, when can you have a Gryffindor Principal?"
Ravenclaw's Principal was furious. He did not hesitate to throw an orange at Gryffindor's table. The orange turned into a cannonball as it flew and exploded in front of Gryffindor's table. It was so spicy that some of the Gryffindor teared up.
They laughed loudly, but did not hesitate to return the favor by throwing a few fruit bombs at Ravenclaw.
Slytherin's table was even happier. They whistled and waved excitedly at the teacher's table, hoping to attract the attention of the beautiful new teacher.
Hoffa saw the troublesome Malfoy he met in Diagon Alley. He whistled and pointed at Ossivia at the teacher's table, making a heart sign with his finger. He looked like he was about to do something crazy.
Slytherin's cheers sounded very unpleasant to Hoffa's ears.
Why did she have to be the Transfiguration teacher? Was it so hard to find a Transfiguration teacher?
How was he going to teach the rest of the class?
Hoffa lowered his head and mechanically picked at the pudding in front of him, stuffing it into his mouth.
At the teacher's table, Ossivia ignored Slytherin's cheers. She did not eat much. Dippet left for less than three minutes before she stood up and left the table.
The shouts of the Slythrin group finally calmed down.
Dumbledore came back not long after she left.
After the banquet, he led the students to sing the school song as usual.
After singing the school song, just as the students were about to return to their respective common rooms, Dumbledore clapped his hands and called out to everyone.
"Wait a moment, let me say something."
He said in a loud voice, "I'm sure everyone is curious. What is this bead in the middle of the hall?"
The surroundings immediately fell silent as everyone waited for his explanation.
There was a pause of about five seconds.
Dumbledore laughed, "I'm curious too."
Everyone burst into laughter.
After laughing, Dumbledore raised his hand and silenced everyone.
"However, this magical item was created by the founder of the four academies. It contains Gryffindor's faith, Slytherin's magic, and Hufflepuff's loyalty. It also contains Ravenclaw's password.
For more than a thousand years, no one has been able to use this item. So, if any of you can activate this item, I'm sure Principal Dippet won't mind. "
Won't mind?
The entire hall was in an uproar. At first, everyone kept their distance from the item and didn't dare to touch it. But after Dumbledore said this, everyone couldn't hold back their curiosity. They all went forward and touched the item.
Some of the minor adepts were mumbling all sorts of random incantations.
So-and-so gave me power.
So-and-so summoned a divine beast.
Huo Fa even saw some young students bite their fingers and smear their blood on the bright bead. However, not only did the bead not react, the students who did so were immediately beaten up by their respective class leaders.
Hoffa didn't touch the bead. He knew that it wasn't easy to use. As for why he knew, it was because he saw Tom Riddle's face.
He saw Tom Riddle, the future Black Devil with a strong collecting habit, standing outside the crowd with his arms crossed. He looked at the students who touched the bead as if they were idiots.
His eyes were clear and there was no greed. There was only a faint examination.
Tom didn't go out during the summer vacation. He chose to stay in school. Hoffa knew this.
He must have witnessed the process of the hall's transformation and must have explored the bead. If it was possible to trigger a change, the successor of Slytherin would have done it long ago.
Sensing Hoffa's gaze, Tom Riddle turned his head and smiled at Hoffa.
That smile didn't have much warmth. Hoffa withdrew his gaze.
After half an hour, the bead didn't have any reaction. It was still shining brightly and emitting obscure magic waves, but that was it.
The mystery and anticipation began to fade, and the novelty was almost gone. The curious young wizards shook their heads and walked to their common rooms.
At eight o 'clock in the evening, Hoffa returned to Ravenclaw's common room, which he hadn't seen for three months.
The common lounge was warm and quiet as usual. Under the statue of Rona Ravenclaw, there were some seniors who were reading and meditating.
After saying goodnight to his friends, Hoffa went into his room and threw himself on his bed.
Here, Huo Fa finally felt relaxed and safe, which he hadn't felt for a long time.
It was as if he was a prodigal son who had traveled for a long time and finally returned home.
His four-poster bed seemed to still have the same temperature as last semester. Hoffa buried his head in the pillow. It was as if he had sunk into it and kept falling.
Hoffa's roommates also came back one after another. His roommates, William and Antonio, were having a heated discussion about the changes in the school.
They questioned the strength of the new Dean, Dumbledore. Then, they excitedly talked about the beauty of the foreign teachers. Finally, they chattered about the magical orb.
Hoffa rarely participated in his roommates' discussions, especially today. He just wanted to have a good sleep and didn't care about anything else.
But in a daze, his roommate, William, suddenly asked, "Hoffa, do you know how to use the Orb?"
Hoffa yawned in a daze. "I don't know. Maybe there will be an heir or something like that."
An heir.
Inspired, William boasted of his illustrious history to the Muggle Antonio.
Hoffa lay on his bed and couldn't help but feel sleepy.
In a daze, he thought of Tom Riddle and his cute secret room. Dumbledore said that the Orb contained the magic of Slytherin. Maybe Tom Riddle could use the Snake's voice to open the Orb.
Snake's voice.
Snake.
Hoffa turned over unhappily and exhaled.
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