Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

After the last handsome boy named Blaise Shabini was assigned to Slytherin, the door was pushed open again.

Two people walked in slowly.

Moqil's eyes froze slightly. What did he see?

Nymphadora Tonks, how could this woman show up at the 1991 Hogwarts opening dinner? Shouldn't she be present at the weekly meeting in the Auror office?

But another person attracted Mochier's attention even more.

This is a wizard who looks very old. One of his eyes is small, black, and bead-like, which is normal.

The other one is big, round, and has a bright blue color. This is a magic eye.

The magic eye kept moving without blinking, as if it wanted to see through everything around it.

This man is very famous, Alastor Moody, affectionately called "Mad-Eye" by the Death Eaters. In fact, the name Alastor was originally the devil in charge of revenge in Greek mythology.

Mochir saw him in many people's memories.

In the 70s, Mr. Moody was famous because he successfully led all Aurors who became Death Eaters back to the right path without using the Unforgivable Curse, which was prohibited by the Ministry of Magic.

So this is Alastor that Dumbledore was talking about before?

Mochir looked down at the empty gold plate in front of him. He had eaten something before the dinner and was not hungry now.

He was waiting quietly, waiting for Dumbledore to explain the current situation.

However, the young wizards, especially the freshmen, seemed not to be interested at all. They were obviously very hungry.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore stood up, looked at Mr. Moody and Tonks who appeared at the door with a smile, and opened his arms to them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Of course, this includes both our students and our teachers." Dumbledore was very happy. For him, there was nothing more satisfying than seeing the students gathered together. He was happy.

If there is, then he must have recruited a powerful Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He no longer requires the professors of this course to have high teaching experience. As long as they can protect themselves, it is enough.

Although Moody said that it was time for him to enjoy peace and quiet and live a normal life that he had never had before, he still happily accepted the new job when he received Dumbledore's letter.

Tonks followed Moody and walked to the teacher's seat together. Moody came to the vacant chair and sat down. Tonks, on the other hand, walked directly to Moqil's side and used the levitating spell. A chair was pulled from the Hufflepuff long table.

Mochir lowered his head and glanced sideways at her.

It's over. Professor McGonagall's death stare just now disappeared, replaced by her plain expression with a hint of gossip. When she looked at Professor Flitwick, she almost looked like a pig that had finally learned how to serve cabbage. On the face.

Hey, hey, hey, old professors, please don’t do this!

You are professors who teach and educate people!

He quietly moved to the side, leaving some space for Tonks.

No one spoke. Dumbledore was still standing. He obviously still had something to say, "Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it!"

"thank you all!"

He sat down again. Everyone applauded and cheered.

The best leaders in the world are those who don’t like long talks and rhetoric.

The plate in front of him was quickly filled with food: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops... The recipes inherited from Ms. Hufflepuff and improved by generations of Hogwarts gourmets have never been used by everyone. People have been disappointed.

clang clang.

Moqil's plate was banged with a spoon, and the sound was very clear, but the hall was already noisy at this time, everyone was eating and chatting, and no one noticed.

Moqil, who was immersed in his meal, knew who it was without even looking.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?" Tonks smiled. Today, she rarely changed her hair to a serious black color, and she also wore a serious dark green wizard robe.

Mochir glanced at her and said, "I always like to see with my eyes rather than listen with my ears."

"Damn Legilimency, can't you leave some surprises in your life?"

Moqier shook his head and continued to eat with his head down.

He knew when Tonks came in that after Moody was recalled by Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic also rehired the old Auror as a new recruits trainer.

Tonks will study with him for two years, and in the third year she will do some internship tasks with an active Auror.

So this year, she returned to Hogwarts with Moody as an assistant teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Boring." Tonks was not a quiet person. She quickly started looking around the hall, happily approached Mochir and said, "You know what? When I was in school, I thought about sitting in the hall. The view from this position, huh..."

Her joyful voice suddenly stopped, and in almost a second, she changed to a cold tone, "Why was Jack sorted into Slytherin? I can't even imagine what those guys would do to him! "

Moqier raised his head for the first time, looked at Tonks, and said calmly: "The suffering of youth is something that cannot be replaced by a lot of money."

Moqier has the idea to train Jack to be his future research assistant. In his opinion, suffering some hardships in the academy is not a bad thing. What matters is how he treats it.

Tonks muttered: "It's not like you were sorted into Slytherin." Her thoughts were very wild and she quickly moved to other places, "Do you know whose patron saint is an albatross? That's the kind White..."

Mochir watched her dance and describe her patron saint, and said slowly, word by word: "I don't know."

Tonks was obviously swallowed and glared at Moqil with dissatisfaction, but then she thought about it, the form of the patron saint was indeed a very private matter, and it was normal for Moqil not to know.

The dinner party soon came to an end.

After all the food disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and everyone shut their mouths in unison.

"Well, now that you're all fed and drunk, I have a few things to say to you. The first is that we want to welcome Professor Alastor Moody, who will be your black man for the next year. Professor of Defense Against Magic, and Ms. Nymphadora Tonks will be the teaching assistant for this course. I know you have heard some rumors before coming to school, but please believe Professor Moody and Professor Tonks, they They are all very good wizards and are fully capable of preaching to you and solving your problems."

As he spoke, Dumbledore's shining eyes looked in the direction of Mochir.

"Furthermore, Professor Mochir Cavendish will serve as our Muggle Studies professor in the coming years. Interested students can take this course in their third year and above."

"Finally, I have to tell everyone that those who don't want to suffer an accident or a painful death, please don't enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"

As time passed, Moqier sang this music again, and his feelings were completely different.

He quietly paid attention to everyone present. The Dark Lord would not give up the Philosopher's Stone. This was just his intuition. There was currently no evidence to prove the authenticity of this speculation.

But if it is true, then the Dark Lord must be among these people now.