Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

The drive to Hogwarts is like a steel beast running across the plains. At its terminal, all the teachers are already preparing to welcome their lovely students.

Professor Flitwick felt that overall he had a very happy holiday.

But the good mood of a holiday all ended today...

"Moquil Cavendish!"

The short Professor Flitwick was full of energy, and his distinctive high-pitched voice resounded throughout the Ravenclaw Tower.

The remaining Ravenclaw students all found their friends and shared this strange incident. What kind of extraordinary thing did the previous Cavendish senior do to make his dean such a big boy? angry.

You know, Professor Flitwick was accidentally injured by a student practicing a spell in the Charms class, and he calmly accepted the fact that he was hit to the ceiling. He didn't lose his temper as a "nice gentleman", but now looking at his menacing look, He seemed to be a violent duelist.

"Open the door. I know you are inside. If you don't open the door, I will recite a spell!"

At this moment, Professor Flitwick was holding his wand and pointing at Mochir's office door. His beard was trembling angrily, and he seemed to have already thought of a spell to punish this man who "fails to succeed but fails to succeed." rebel.

"Professor, can't you still trust me?"

Mochir moved the table against the door. Even though he cast countless defensive spells in this office, Professor Flitwick was his mentor. If the other party did not use magic to defeat magic, they would choose to use Muggles. Stupid physics super, that's cool!

"I knew you were in there, and you still pretended to be me, huh?" Professor Flitwick's angry voice came in again, this time even a little more urgent than before, "I believe you, look at these, I believe you What have you done to me? I simply doubt that any little wizard will choose us Ravenclaw this year!"

Mochir glanced through the peephole he pretended to see. Professor Flitwick was holding a large stack of letter paper in his hand.

"You squeeze it in through the crack in the door." He said, opening the door slightly.

"Humph!"

Professor Flitwick angrily stuffed all the letters in his hand.

Mochir quickly opened the letter. It didn't matter if he didn't read it. He saw that it was all letters from the upperclassmen of Ravenclaw to Professor Flitwick, saying that all the freshmen on the train were discussing that they would never go to Ravenclaw. There were even some timid little freshman witches who were frightened and cried when they heard Ravenclaw's "cruel" teaching methods, shouting to stop the train because she would not go to Hogwarts!

It simply makes those who hear it sad and those who see it cry.

Good guy, the owl is so unscientific, it can fly faster than a train!

Moqier patted his chest, it turned out that this was the matter, everything was under control.

Seeing that Professor Flitwick's anger seemed to have subsided, he slowly and reluctantly opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw that the old professor was about to draw his wand again. He quickly said pitifully: "Professor, I am already your colleague, and you still want to teach me a lesson?"

Professor Flitwick snorted coldly and cursed: "Look what you did to me!"

But Mochir's words really had an effect. Although Professor Flitwick still looked very angry, at least the wand was put back. It's like a parent. When the child grows up, it becomes harder to fight. .

"Hehe." Mochir put the coffee in front of Professor Flitwick, "Professor, calm down, don't worry, this is all within my plan, and many people will secretly tell the Sorting Hat about it. We're Ravenclaws."

Professor Flitwick looked sideways at this unfilial disciple. He didn't believe a word of what he said.

"Why is your coffee cup so broken? It's even missing a hole."

"Professor, can't the brewed coffee be fragrant? My money is spent wisely."

"Pfft! You call this fragrant? This is the worst coffee I have ever tasted!"

"How about I give you a cup of instant drink? (￣□￣｜｜)"

Why don't you delete me? This should be Professor Flitwick's true thoughts now.

……

It was getting dark.

The professors who hadn’t seen each other for a long time also chatted about their daily routine in the hall filled with stars. Their granddaughter will go to Hogwarts next year, and their cat is losing more hair this holiday...

A group of old men and women chatted about the gossip of the magic world, which made Mochier, who was hiding in the corner and reading quietly, very excited.

The old students have already arrived and are sitting in their seats discussing the latest news during the holidays with their friends in groups.

Being young is always good, they said with more enthusiasm.

One seventh-grade girl even talked openly about where she and her new husband went on a wedding trip during the holidays. Girl, you are only eighteen years old and you are already a wife? ! Is this allowed under Ministry of Magic law?

After a while, Professor McGonagall walked in. She walked to the center of the hall and clapped her hands.

The vice-principal's majesty over the years, coupled with the fact that she looked a little bad now, made the students quickly shut up and even the professors stopped talking.

She looked at the principal, the expression on her face softened a little, "Dumbledore, I have brought the new students to the prepared classroom. Are everything here ready?"

While speaking, Professor McGonagall's eyes were still looking at an empty seat on the teacher's seat, where this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher should have been sitting.

"Minerva." Dumbledore's voice was not loud, but it was very clear in the silent hall. "Alastor has something to do at the moment. He needs to go to the Ministry of Magic. He will come over."

Alastor? Who is this?

There were whispers among the students, and the professors looked at each other, as if they were waiting for Dumbledore to explain who this new professor was. You know, the recent news about Defense Against the Dark Arts that has not yet been appointed at Hogwarts. The fact that the professor robbed Gringotts and was shot dead on the spot has been widely circulated in some tabloids.

"You will know." Dumbledore smiled and raised his voice, "But now, it is time for us to welcome the new faces of Hogwarts."

Many old faces smiled knowingly. They all still remembered their uneasiness in the waiting classroom, listening to the people around them guessing the method of sorting.

Never tell new students about the Sorting Ceremony. This horrifying Hogwarts tradition is really...

When is the time for retribution!

Professor McGonagall glanced around and saw that the thousands of candles floating in the air above the table had cast a floating spell on the wax oil. Even the low wax oil would float around the candles; The plates and goblets had been scrubbed clean by the house elves, and there was absolutely no dust from the holidays...

Well, it should be well prepared. Dumbledore is reliable most of the time...

And now, in that waiting classroom.

The upright Miss Granger raised her chin and said to the fat man next to her whom she met on the train, "Will you go to Ravenclaw?"

Neville answered without hesitation: "I will never go to Ravenclaw, it will drive me crazy."

A group of young wizards around heard this and nodded in agreement.

Hermione raised her head even higher, "Does this mean you won't compete with me for a spot in Ravenclaw?"

No need!

All the little wizards around him stayed away from this girl who seemed to have an abnormal head. Even Neville was looking at Hermione with incredulous eyes.