chsdbacks Chapter 197 First Day of School
Chapter 197 First Day of School
Chapter 197 First Day of School
Night fell, and as the stars twinkled and the moon slowly rose in the sky, the annual opening day of Hogwarts arrived.
The young wizards, wrapped in robes and wearing scarves, sat in the hall, hugging their friends and chatting about the fun things that had happened during the summer vacation.
Of course, most people were discussing Quidditch and the cloaked professor sitting on the professor's bench.
Professor Loila Hamilton—a person mentioned in the newspapers almost every day during the summer vacation, and almost every young wizard knows Professor Hamilton's story.
A once-renowned genius wizard, the silent witch, who won the Durmstrang Duel Championship twice, disappeared during the war against Grindelwald, and returned in triumph fifty years later.
This basically covers the necessary and sufficient conditions for what is the story that all wizards love to talk about.
Compared to the somewhat complicated science of magic arrays, the students seemed more interested in the legends and stories, especially since around the same time, a whole host of novels featuring Professor Hamilton as the protagonist began to become popular.
What happened? He went into a fairy tale book for fifty years. What happened? He was struck by a curse and fell into a slumber for fifty years. What happened? He fought Grindelwald in past reincarnations and only awoke after finally winning?
Either one of them would be enough to keep the young wizards up at night with excitement.
Harry, naturally, is one of them.
Because his Uncle Vernon forbade him from practicing spells, he had no choice but to ask Dobby to buy him some basic books on the subject.
He spent almost the entire summer reading novels—making this summer probably the fastest he'd ever had—but because of that, he hardly practiced any spells.
Looks like I'll have to catch up on my studies after school starts —
"You seem a little distracted, Harry," Ron's voice came, holding several boxes of Chocolate Frogs in his hand. "Help me see who's on the cards inside—I'm a little hesitant to look."
"Who are you going to collect?" Hermione asked from the side. "I remember you collected them all, didn't you?"
"Yeah, right." Harry also remembered Ron's collection. He had seen it at the Burrow before, and he even remembered that Ron had seven or eight copies of Dumbledore.
"Oh dear," Ron raised an eyebrow with a hint of smugness. "Didn't you know Chocolate Frog's cards have a new member?"
"A new member?" Harry raised an eyebrow; he had read almost all the novels over the summer and had no recollection of this at all.
"Hmm," Ron said, handing the box to Harry. "Look."
"Nothing's changed much—" Harry frowned slightly as he looked at the frog.
"Then what do you see behind you?"
"Ah—" Harry flipped the box over and saw a large silver-haired girl.
"Professor Loila Hamilton is now available! Come and win your Silent Witch!"
Hermione read the words aloud, one word at a time, and then her eyes visibly lit up.
"They've included Professor Hamilton?!" Harry exclaimed, which drew a look of disgust from Snape and made one of the professors sitting on the stage shudder.
"Oh dear, isn't this a piece of junk?"
Finally, a somewhat annoying voice came from Malfoy, who was sitting at the next table. He raised his head and casually tossed his hand, pulling out a full four silver-haired girls.
"I have four Professor Hamilton cards, you know," he said with a hint of smugness. "A penniless guy like Weasley must have used up all his allowance with those three boxes of Chocolate Frogs, right?"
"What if Dumbledore appears again—"
"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Harry retorted immediately. "Are you trying to get attention from Chocolate Frogs now?"
"Potter, what are you saying?!" Malfoy slammed his hand on the table and stood up, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.
But as the three of them stood up, the Gryffindor group also slowly rose to their feet.
Those were the Weasley twins and a few Quidditch players.
"Heh—" Malfoy raised an eyebrow at the large crowd, then plopped back down in his chair.
"A bunch of poor wretches—" he muttered, "I'm not going to lower myself to your level!"
"Tch." Hermione, Harry, and Ron all rolled their eyes at the same time as he backed down.
Rather than arguing with Malfoy, they preferred to continue discussing Professor Hamilton's matter.
"Did you know that Professor Hamilton has started a new course?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
"Of course I know," Ron nodded and said, "I'm about to sign up—"
"But I heard this class has requirements for other courses," Hermione said, pursing her lips. "What grades did you get in Potions, Herbalism, and Charms?"
"Ah—" Ron awkwardly counted on his fingers. Last semester, his wand was broken, so he could only watch helplessly in Charms class, and his Potions class grades weren't good either because of Snape—
He only got a decent grade in herbalism, with one E, which is excellent; the other two were just barely passing A grades.
Hermione's words startled not only Ron but also Harry, who quickly asked, "What grades are required?"
"Ah—I remember it was supposed to be E or above, but all three of my subjects are 0."
Ignoring Hermione's answer, Harry pursed his lips and lowered his head to think.
If he remembered correctly, his Potions class grade was an A, which was just passing.
Damn Snape! He looked up and glared at Snape, then gritted his teeth, wanting to curse him—but as soon as he looked up, he suddenly saw two unfamiliar figures.
"Who are they?" he asked in a low voice. "The one sitting next to Snape, and the one sitting next to Hagrid?"
His words startled Hermione and Ron, who hadn't noticed the two strangers on the professor's bench. They both looked up at the same time—
"She looks so young—" Hermione whispered. The woman sitting next to Snape looked to be only in her early twenties, with long black hair and purple eyes. She crossed her arms and remained silent, her eyes revealing a hint of coldness.
She looks exactly like a female version of Professor Snape!
The other middle-aged man sitting next to Hagrid looked much more amiable. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and was chatting happily with Hagrid, and they seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation.
They were having a really good time chatting.
This thought wasn't just on Hermione's mind, but also on Professor Hamilton's—she bit her lip and looked at Hagrid, feeling a little angry.
I'm your friend, Hagrid! Won't you talk to me? We haven't seen each other all summer—yet you're chatting so happily with that stranger!
Loila glanced at the middle-aged man sitting next to Hagrid, but subconsciously felt a sense of familiarity.
Seemingly noticing Loila's gaze, the middle-aged man slightly turned his head and gave Loila a gentle smile.
Hmm————
Feeling a little embarrassed, Loila quickly lowered her head, but she still managed a somewhat awkward, polite smile.
Although the smile was not seen because it was covered by a mask.
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