"So it seems that I did a good thing?" Draco stroked his chin.
"Yeah, maybe she likes you," Pansy said slightly sourly.
"Ah, do you think the smell here is a bit strong?" Draco decided to change the subject, referring to the unpleasant smell in the carriage.
Pansy immediately noticed the unpleasant smell in the carriage. It was a faint musty smell mixed with the smell of straw, making Pansy feel like she was in a remote countryside in England. The bumps from time to time made her feel a little sick.
"The air is fresh!" Draco waved his wand, improving the smell in the carriage.
It had to be admitted that wizards had a much higher level of convenience in daily life compared to ordinary Muggles. This was a fact.
Draco suddenly felt that his shoulder was leaning against something. It turned out that Pansy had fallen asleep again. She was too tired today and it was no exaggeration to say that she was exhausted.
The carriage continued to roll forward. In front of them were a pair of magnificent cast iron gates. On both sides were many stone pillars. One end had a winged wild boar. Two tall, turbaned dementors stood guard on either side of the gate. But it was dark and there was always a depressing aura. As they passed by, Draco lit up the patronus charm in the carriage again. He was sensitive to the feeling that the two dementors also stepped back in disgust.
"Don't worry, you will soon get what you deserve," Draco clenched his fists and made the final decision on the fate of these inherently evil magical creatures.
The carriage turned onto a sloping lane and the death horse pulling the carriage increased its speed. Many corner towers and towers gradually approached them, and finally the carriage swayed to a stop.
He and Pansy slowly got out of the carriage and walked up the stone steps, past the huge oak door, and then into the deep front hall. In order to take care of Pansy, Draco slowed down as much as possible. As they passed a small door, Draco looked into the hall and saw that it was not particularly bright, as if the magical ceiling had failed.
"I'll take you to Mrs. Pomfrey first," Draco said to Pansy. He saw Pansy's face getting paler and paler. She seemed like she could faint at any moment. It's better to find the school doctor.
"Okay," Pansy nodded obediently.
After Pansy was taken care of, Draco had time to attend the freshman sorting ceremony, but it should be over by now. They had lost a lot of time earlier.
Walking down the stairs and into the auditorium, Draco glanced around. The pointed hats formed a black sea. The faces of the students were illuminated by the candles suspended above the table. As expected, Professor Flitwick was holding the sorting ceremony. As he walked out of the auditorium with an old hat and a triangular stool, it meant that the sorting ceremony was over.
Draco walked to the Slytherin table quietly and swiftly. Many students took off their hats and gestured when they saw him, as a sign of respect. Some freshmen also saluted their senior in the same way. Even though they didn't know why, a few people stood up just to give Draco a seat.
"The charm of prestige," Draco sighed silently, without knowledge of sarcasm or more complicated emotions surging in his heart.
Professor Dumbledore stood up on the stage and prepared to speak, so all the students stopped their whispers.
Professor Dumbledore looked very old, but he still seemed energetic, always giving students and teachers an energetic impression. His hair and beard were several feet long and he wore semi-circular glasses. His nose was quite hooked. In addition to the freshman students, most Hogwarts students respected him, and the freshman students also grew up listening to legends about him.
"Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore, his beard shining in the candlelight. "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! I have a few words to say to all of you, one of which is very important and serious. I think it's better to get it out of the way before you get distracted by this delicious meal. Let's make it clear."
After that, Dumbledore talked about the dementors stationed outside Hogwarts. Even though he didn't like these evil magical creatures lurking around the school, this was an order from the Ministry of Magic after all. If the ministry fell out, and to maintain harmony on the surface, he had no choice but to endure it.
Therefore, he emphasized the importance of safety and reminded the prefects. He also gave a warning look to a few students who often violated school rules. Percy Weasley stood up and looked around, showing the majesty of a prefect and leaving a deep impression on many students. Dumbledore looked around and saw that no one was speaking, so he cleared his throat and began his next words.
"It's more gratifying," he continued. "This year, I am very happy to welcome two new teachers to our team."
"Professor Lupin has graciously agreed to fill the vacancy in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course."
There was only scattered, unenthusiastic applause from the students. The students in the carriage with him earlier had clapped enthusiastically because Lupin's patron saint curse protected them. Other students don't know about this and judge Lupin based on his appearance, which is shabbier than other well-dressed teachers. Only in terms of neatness can he compete with Professor Sneeze. This has made many students' first impression of him not very good.
Professor Snape has been staring at Lupin along the faculty table with deep, gloomy eyes. His sallow, thin face is filled with distorted expressions, a mixture of abomination and anger. Since there are houses of love and crows, there will also be houses of hate and crows. If Snape hated James the most among the group of four, it's normal for the other three to be jointly hated as a part of the group.
At the time, Lupin was entrusted by Dumbledore as a prefect, but he didn't seem to play much of a role in the relationship between classmates. James and Snape should hate or hate, and the duel should be a duel. Of course, even if this point of negligence is overlooked, the grievances between the two cannot be resolved by simple mediation. Snape wouldn't give Lupin a good face anyway.
"As for the second teacher we appointed," Dumbledore continued, "I regret to inform you that Professor Keitelburn, our Protecting Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year to have more time for his little mischief. However, I am happy to announce that Hagrid has agreed to fill the vacancy in addition to serving as a hunting ground guard."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other in surprise. They temporarily set aside their previous unhappiness and applauded enthusiastically. Just a short while ago, Hermione and Ron were still fighting over Crookshanks and Scabbard was arguing about the danger, but now they were all happy for Hagrid and let go of their grudges. As a result, the applause at the Gryffindor table became particularly intense.
"Isn't that big man once accused of being the mastermind behind the murder? How can such a person be a guard, let alone our teacher?" the students at the Slytherin table began to whisper. Dumbledore's reaction was expected.
"Quiet," Dumbledore's voice was unusually loud and full of breath. "During the holiday, I had the honor of inviting Mrs. Maxim, the principal of Boothbatten School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Mr. Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang, as notaries. I also invited Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, to judge and rule on the case again. We have finally come to the conclusion that there was another murderer in the case fifty years ago, and Mr. Hagrid is innocent. Soon we will receive his innocent announcement in the Daily Prophet."
"It's clear that this news won't be given a very prominent position," Ron said a little depressingly. His father often complained about certain styles of the Ministry of Magic. This kind of self-slapping information would definitely be placed in the corner and barely take up a page. Ron figured it out right away. In short, the fact that Hagrid's grievances were washed away was a good thing for them.
All of them turned their eyes to Hagrid. He was flushed and staring at his big hands. His smile was hidden in his messy black beard. Hagrid also looked at them and couldn't help grinning even more happily.
Draco could only sigh. Hagrid might not be the best teacher in every aspect, but there was nothing the principal could do about it.
"Well, I think we're done with the important matters," Dumbledore said. "Let's start eating."
The golden plates and wine glasses in front of the students suddenly filled with food and drinks. They were so hungry that they started picking up the food in front of them and eating. There was laughter and the sound of colliding knives and forks in the auditorium. The new teacher might not have satisfied them, and the arrival of the Dementors had cast a shadow over Hogwarts, but the excitement and thrill of the beginning of the school year made them ignore all this for the moment.
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