章節 7: CH7
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- The Feast Begins
The Great Hall buzzed with energy as students filled the long, candlelit tables, eager for the feast to commence. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the night sky, twinkling with stars and a crescent moon, casting a serene yet magical glow over the hall. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, seated at the Gryffindor table, were among the many new students soaking in the wonder of their surroundings. It was their first night at Hogwarts, and the atmosphere was electric with excitement and curiosity.
As the last of the students settled into their seats, the murmurs and laughter gradually died down. Professor McGonagall stood at the staff table, her sharp eyes surveying the hall with a mixture of sternness and pride. She tapped her goblet gently, and the hall fell silent, save for the occasional rustle of robes or the clinking of silverware. All eyes turned to the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, who rose with a warm smile, his long silver beard glinting in the candlelight.
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"Welcome, welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore's voice resonated through the hall, clear and inviting. His eyes twinkled behind half-moon spectacles as he regarded the assembled students. "Before we begin our splendid feast, I have a few announcements to make."
The students leaned forward, anticipation hanging in the air. Dumbledore continued, "First and foremost, I am pleased to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirrell."
A man with a peculiar purple turban stood up, offering a shy wave. He looked rather nervous, his eyes flitting around the hall as if expecting something to jump out at him. There was a smattering of polite applause, mixed with whispers of speculation. Harry noticed the turban and couldn't help but wonder why someone would wear such a thing indoors.
Dumbledore's smile widened, his gaze moving to another figure at the staff table. "We are also fortunate to have a new addition to our faculty this year, Professor Reiner Ezrah Avonlea, who will be teaching Alchemy to students in the third year and above."
The hall erupted into curious murmurs. Alchemy was a subject of legend, filled with tales of the Philosopher's Stone and the Elixir of Life. Professor Avonlea stood, a tall man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes that gleamed with intellect. He nodded to the students, a slight smile on his lips, and then took his seat. There was an air of mystery about him, and Harry felt a shiver of excitement at the thought of what they might learn.
Dumbledore raised his hands for silence, and the hall obeyed. "Alchemy is a fascinating and ancient branch of magic," he explained, "concerned with the transformation of matter and the study of magical substances. Professor Avonlea brings a wealth of knowledge and experience in this field, and I have no doubt that his classes will be both challenging and enriching."
Harry exchanged an eager glance with Ron, who looked equally fascinated. Hermione, sitting across from them, was practically bouncing in her seat, her eyes wide with anticipation. The prospect of learning such an advanced and arcane subject was thrilling, even if it was a couple of years away for them.
Dumbledore's expression grew more serious as he continued, "I must remind you all that the Forbidden Forest is, as always, strictly off-limits to all students. And a reminder to our new students: the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
There was a stunned silence, followed by a few nervous chuckles. Harry felt a thrill of fear and curiosity. What could possibly be in the third-floor corridor that was so dangerous? He made a mental note to ask someone later.
With a final nod, Dumbledore concluded, "And now, let the feast begin!"
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As if on cue, the empty golden plates in front of them filled with food. There were mountains of roast chicken, stacks of buttery potatoes, steaming piles of vegetables, and bowls of rich gravies and sauces. Harry's eyes widened in disbelief at the sheer variety and quantity. He had never seen so much food in his life. The delicious aromas wafted through the air, making his stomach rumble.
The hall filled with the sounds of eating and cheerful chatter. Harry, Ron, and Hermione piled their plates high and dug in, savoring the rich flavors and marveling at the magic of it all. As they ate, they chatted about their classes, the new professors, and the mysterious warning about the third-floor corridor. The food was delicious, and the company was lively, making it a perfect start to their magical journey.
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