Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

What an extraordinary night Harry had experienced on his first day in fifth grade.

It was Hermione who first noticed that Dumbledore and Sherlock were not in the Great Hall.

Only after her reminder did Ron and Harry see the two vacant seats on the teachers' bench.

The freshmen hadn't come to the auditorium, and the dinner party had not officially started, so Harry and the others didn't think it was a big deal at first.

"Maybe Professor Dumbledore and Professor Forrest are talking about something in the Headmaster's Office?" Harry guessed, "The Order of the Phoenix has been busy recently, and they should not be idle either."

Ron also said.

"Maybe they are welcoming professors for the new semester? I don't know if there will be new professors coming this year."

"Moody, he won't come to Hogwarts this year?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry shook his head. "I heard them talking about it at breakfast before. Moody has other jobs and can't come to Hogwarts this year."

A look of regret appeared on Hermione's face.

"I originally wanted to ask him some questions about the Ministry of Magic at school, but it seems that I have no chance."

When she said this, Ron stared at her immediately.

"You're still so interested in the Ministry of Magic that you've asked enough of my dad and Kingsley at 12 Grimmauld Place! What the **** are you thinking, Hermione?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's fussing reaction.

"What else can I do, I just want to know more about the political system of the magical world. I have read a lot of books about the Muggle political system this summer. Compared with the magical world, the loose government of the Ministry of Magic is very unique. But it does fit the shape of a wizarding society."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They had spent the summer with Hermione, and of course knew what she was reading during that time.

Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. But just because the more they knew, the more they felt that Hermione was developing on a path they had never imagined.

They couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but the feeling was something that people couldn't help shuddering.

After rising to the fifth grade, Ron and Hermione were also selected as Gryffindor's prefects for boys and girls. Although Ron was very excited about this, he was still a little twisted in front of Harry. and embarrassing.

This time 17BxW* Zhang Si. After all, whether it is based on fame or learning of magic, the person who should be the prefect is already Harry, but I don't know why Professor McGonagall chose Ron.

Harry didn't really feel anything about it, he didn't show much enthusiasm for things like power or being in the limelight.

On the contrary, I wish I had nothing to do with myself, so that I could have time to talk to Lily in private.

While they were chatting, Professor McGonagall also led the freshmen into the auditorium.

Her face was obviously not right. Most of the students in the auditorium finally realized the problem at this time.

Until now, Dumbledore and Sherlock have not returned.

Even the professors sitting in the teachers' seats were puzzled. Some professors turned their heads to ask Shilk something, but Shilk also shook his head with a frown. Sherlock was leaving home today. I never told her what I was going to do today.

When there was a commotion in the auditorium, a golden-red light suddenly flashed around Professor McGonagall, and Fox appeared in the auditorium under everyone's attention.

There was a burst of exclamation from the students, and the freshmen who had just been brought in also stared at the red bird with wide eyes.

Most of the students in the castle are actually not unfamiliar with Fox, as long as they have been to the principal's office, they have basically seen it.

But it was the first time it had appeared in such a large audience in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall took the letter from Fox with a frown. After reading it quickly, her complexion improved significantly.

"Professor Dumbledore and Professor Forrest are now involved in some things, and there is no way to make it to the opening dinner tonight, so let's start first."

She didn't explain much, or that was all that was in the letter Dumbledore wrote her.

The voice of discussion in the auditorium did not decrease, but became louder. The sorting ceremony began in such an environment.

Without Dumbledore, after the dinner, there would naturally be no speech that he often used in previous years, and even the Weasley twins' favorite school song was canceled.

After a sumptuous dinner, the students were taken back to the lounge by the prefects of the various colleges.

When Ron, the prefect, distributed this year's class schedule and returned to the dormitory, they discussed the special opening dinner this year.

"Maybe it was Professor Forrest who discovered the hideout of the mysterious man, and went to arrest him tonight with Professor Dumbledore."

Seamus, who lived in the same bedroom with them, said with a look of hope. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Neville also nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice when he heard his words.

The public opinion fermented during a summer vacation, and Sherlock's reputation in the magical world has reached a level that is comparable to Dumbledore, and can even surpass him in some aspects.

And the students at Hogwarts were even more eager about this. After all, Sherlock taught them every day in this castle, which made them feel that they were all prosperous and all lost.

Harry and Ron did not speak to join their conversation.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​no secret, but it can't be said casually, not to mention that Seamus's guesses really have some possibilities.

Although they were not allowed to attend the meetings of the adults, they could still tell from a few words that Dumbledore and Sherlock's main focus now is obviously on the mysterious man, while others focus on those foodies. Dead Apostles.

They didn't chat a few words in the dormitory, and they each lay back on the bed to go to sleep.

Harry felt a little tired, but in fact he didn't do anything today, but after his head touched the pillow, his consciousness began to feel groggy as if he was about to fall asleep.

On his pillow, on the old locket brought from No. 12 Grimmauld Place, there was a snake-shaped relief, faintly glowing with an imperceptible green fluorescence.

The locket that could not be opened by any means became loose, and there seemed to be a green streamer emitting from the gap.

Make a big tyrant. And Harry was already asleep, and the sleepy face slowly began to become a little painful, and his brows frowned at some point, looking like he was having a less pleasant nightmare.

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