Chapter 145 Branch

After Kyle sat down, Professor McGonagall happened to walk to the triangular stool.

The cheers in the auditorium gradually died down.

Professor McGonagall picked up her hat.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool and wait for the sorting."

"Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on her hat.

After a moment's pause——

"Hufflepuff!"

The people at the table to the right applauded Hannah, welcoming her to Hufflepuff.

Susan Bones, who was sorted second, was also sorted into Hufflepuff. Amid applause, she quickly ran to sit next to Hannah.

The subsequent sorting went on in an orderly manner, and Hermione and Neville all went to Gryffindor.

Malfoy also got his wish and went to Slytherin.

There are also Harry and Ron. Not surprisingly, they are also Gryffindors.

Kyle noticed that Dumbledore in the guest seat looked particularly happy. He clapped his hands and even unabashedly picked up the college cup and gestured towards Harry.

"This old bee."

Kyle curled his lips. He knew that Dumbledore would cheat on Harry, but it was a bit too much to show it so blatantly.

Compared to Dumbledore, Professor Snape was not so happy.

However, he did not look at Harry, but squinted his eyes and stared directly at the Sorting Hat, as if he would take out a bottle of potion and pour it on the broken hat in the next second.

After the last freshman was sorted into Slytherin, Snape immediately stood up and wanted to help Professor McGonagall send the sorting hat back.

But was rejected.

"Thank you, Severus, but the list of new students needs to be placed in the designated location, and you may not be able to find it." Professor McGonagall glanced at him with some confusion, then rolled up the parchment and left with the Sorting Hat.

Dumbledore stood up, looked at everyone with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to them.

"Welcome!"

He smiled and said: "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words."

"That's it: Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it!"

"thank you all!"

As Dumbledore sat down again, a large amount of food appeared on the originally empty plate.

"Oh, I hate carrots..."

Mikel looked at the vegetable soup in front of him and said to Ryan next to him: "Can we change seats?"

Ryan, who was chewing corn on the cob, shrugged indifferently, stood up and changed positions with Mikel.

He is not picky about food and will eat everything.

"Kyle, do you know what the principal just said?" Cedric asked doubtfully.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that the impression Dumbledore gave just now was a bit crazy, like that kind of old wizard who was not clear-headed.

The words spoken were also obscure and difficult to understand.

"I'm not very sure either. Kyle thought for a while and said, "It probably refers to our views on the other three colleges. Just like smart Ravenclaws, don't they always think that people in other houses are stupid? "

"is that so……"

After being reminded by Kyle, Cedric quickly thought of the meanings of the other three words, nodded thoughtfully and said, "That makes sense."

There are many speculations about Dumbledore's words, but no matter how reasonable they are, they are still just speculations.

No one knows what he really thinks.

The only person who might know is still imprisoned in Nurmengard at this time.

…

Everyone ate very happily, until finally, the last few pieces of pumpkin pie disappeared from the golden plate.

After a delicious feast, Dumbledore stood up again.

"Now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone."

“First of all, it was Professor Quirrell, whom we are familiar with, who took the initiative to apply to fill the Defense Against the Dark Arts vacancy.

And Professor Charity Bubbaji, who will be our new Muggle Studies professor. "

Two wizards, a man and a woman, stood at the guest table, one timid and the other in high spirits.

There was fairly warm applause in the auditorium.

But almost all of this applause was given to Professor Caredi Bubaji.

As for Professor Quirrell, he just took advantage of her... He is just a professor, so there is nothing to welcome him.

Not far away from Kyle, a senior student exclaimed: "I actually took the initiative to apply to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Why didn't I find Professor Quirrell to be so brave before?"

After the applause, the two sat back down again.

Dumbledore continued: "Attention first years, the wooded area on the school grounds is off-limits to any student.

You must remember that if someone invites you to go there, even if it is the professor you are most familiar with, please do not agree. This is very important. "

When he said this, Kyle felt countless eyes suddenly looking at him.

This left him speechless.

Good guy, is this a public execution?

Fortunately, Dumbledore did not waste too much time on this and continued: "Furthermore, Mr. Filch, the administrator, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors during class.

Also don't take magical plants from the greenhouse back to the castle, especially those that are dangerous. "

Dumbledore's shining eyes glanced at Kyle.

Kyle's mouth twitched, but he soon calmed down.

Although he didn't know how Dumbledore knew it, it didn't matter. He gave the principal this face and would not touch the plants brought from the greenhouse this semester.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in joining the student representative team should contact Ms. Hooch."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that if you don't want to encounter an accident and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Kyle couldn't help laughing. The traces of fishing in this sentence were too obvious, and it was a straight hook, but he didn't expect Voldemort to believe it.

He didn't think about it. If Dumbledore didn't have a backup plan, would he tell everyone the location directly?

No, Voldemort is now just a wandering soul, using Professor Quirrell's shared brain, and it is normal to crash occasionally.

"He's not serious." Mikel's face turned pale.

"It's unlikely." Cedric shook his head and said, "At least it's not as serious as he said. If there is such a dangerous place in Hogwarts, it would have been completely sealed off long ago."

Afterwards, after everyone finished singing the school song, Dumbledore announced that they could go back and rest.

Kyle didn't move, but turned to look at the Gryffindor table.

Someone should fulfill the bet.

"Oh... Damn it!"

"I thought he forgot."

Fred and George sighed, and in the puzzled eyes of Harry and Ron, they threw a toffee into their mouths with bitter faces.

"Wow..."

"Oh~~"

Amidst the shock and laughter, Fred and George swung their three-foot-long tongues and tap-danced beside the table.

This was not in the bet, they added it themselves.

Because they had to be careful not to step on their tongues at all times, Fred and George always twitched when they tap-danced, which looked very magical.

"Oh~~"

There was laughter and cheers around again.

Even Dumbledore was attracted by their unique looks and chic dance steps, and watched them with interest.

Only Professor McGonagall stood there with a sullen face, her lips almost pursed into a line.

It wasn't enough to dance once last year, so why do they do it again this year?