Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 52: Dinner! Defense Against the Dark Arts!
Amidst the horror and fear of the future, Daphne chose to remain calm.

There was a sudden chaos at the Slytherin table.

"She can't be dead!"

A young wizard wanted to check Daphne's breath, and other professors in the classroom couldn't help but stand up, which made Snape's inappropriate standing up seem less abrupt.

"Let me see, kids, spread out a little."

Ms. Pomona Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff House, trotted off the stage and came to the Slytherin table to check on Daphne.

"The child just fainted. It's probably because of his excessive emotional fluctuations." She also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Dumbledore in the teacher's seat.

"For every young wizard, Sorting is an unforgettable event in their life. Perhaps Miss Greengrass was just a little too excited about it."

Professor McGonagall seemed to have memorized the names of most of the young wizards.

"Indeed."

Dumbledore nodded and pondered for a moment. "Let Professor Sprout take her to the school infirmary first. I will go there with Professor Snape later."

The principal made arrangements.

Naturally, no one present would refute it.

"Poppy will take good care of her." Professor Sprout immediately carried Daphne towards the door.

It was not until she and Daphne disappeared completely that the little wizards withdrew their gazes and the professors returned to their seats in the teaching hall.

Only Snape remained standing.

At this moment, the expression on the face of the Slytherin Headmaster was uncertain, and his sinister eyes were fixed on Ian who was sitting on the stool.

Or it would be more accurate to say that he was staring at the Sorting Hat that Ian had not yet taken off his head.

"Professor Snape, please watch your emotions."

It was not until Dumbledore spoke in a low voice that Snape sat back with a gloomy face - he stopped staring at the Sorting Hat and turned to stare at Dumbledore with an annoyed look.

Dumbledore felt a little embarrassed when being stared at, so he could only lower his voice to comfort him, "The Sorting Hat has its own judgment. I think it will give you a reasonable explanation for this matter."

This was obviously not the answer Snape wanted.

but.

Now, in front of so many students of different grades, he couldn't question Dumbledore. He quickly controlled his emotions and sat up straight with an expressionless face.

just.

The dominant hand that was placed inside the black robe was still tightly holding a bottle of potion that had been brewed last night, with such force that it seemed as if it could even shatter the glass bottle that served as the container.

"what happened?"

Ian continued to talk to the Sorting Hat for a few more words and gossiped about the former Ravenclaw lady, so when he took off the Sorting Hat, everything was calm.

He turned his head and looked at the teacher's seat. Dumbledore was smiling at him, while Snape lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. The atmosphere at the scene seemed very normal.

"Your sorting is over, Mr. Prince. Please put the sorting hat back to its original position. It will soon be the turn of the next little wizard to make a choice."

Professor McGonagall reminded Ian in a low voice.

"Okay, Professor."

Ian immediately put down the Sorting Hat and walked towards the Ravenclaw table. He was once again welcomed by the Ravenclaw students. One boy even stood up and shook hands with him.

The other person was wearing a special medal on his chest, so he must be the prefect of Ravenclaw.

"Dieter Wiggins."

The sixth-grade prefect introduced himself, and Ian nodded in response, which was rare for him.

"Ian Prince, I hope the seniors can take good care of me in the future." He shook hands with every enthusiastic classmate and then sat down in the area for young wizards.

"Of course no problem, hahaha, maybe we can lose a few points less in Potions class this year."

Prefect Dietrich seemed very happy. As the smartest group of people in Hogwarts, it was not difficult for the young wizards of Ravenclaw to find some interesting things. "Zorro Pajaro!"

Professor McGonagall on the stage read out the name of the next little wizard.

The branching continued one after another.

Not surprisingly.

Qiu Zhang, whose name was ranked last, was not affected by the butterflies of history and was still sorted into Ravenclaw. She chose to sit next to Ian.

Compared to other unfamiliar little wizards, it is easier to communicate with classmates who have been on the boat together.

"I bet Greengrass is regretting this now."

Qiu Zhang expressed his feelings to Ian in a low voice.

"Oh my God, I didn't expect that your friend had such a... prominent family background." Although Qiu Zhang is of Chinese descent, he is also a child from a pure-blood family after all.

She had obviously heard of Grindelwald.

"Merlin will protect Miss Greengrass, don't worry." Ian was now looking forward to the meal. He had only had one meal in the morning all day.

"I hope she can apologize to you. That kind of name is simply insulting." Qiu Zhang didn't seem to be very familiar with Daphne.

“Let’s all applaud all the freshmen.”

After the sorting, Dumbledore stood up and began his opening speech.

"Because Professor Hannibal met with misfortune last semester, he was forced to suspend his tenure at Hogwarts, so now I would like to introduce to you the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - Professor Ronnie Erich."

talking.

Dumbledore turned and looked at a middle-aged wizard sitting in the teacher's seat. He had a rather serious face and short golden hair with some gray in it.

When Dumbledore mentioned the professor's name, the professor greeted the little wizard in front of him, and then remained silent with a serious face.

"Although our professor is serious, he is definitely an expert in Defense Against the Dark Arts. At the same time, I believe he will be an excellent professor and partner."

Ian didn't listen carefully to Dumbledore's introduction.

after all.

With such an unfamiliar name, he can probably only stay in Hogwarts for one year. I don’t know where Dumbledore finds these supplies every year.

Yes.

Consumables.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was once cursed by the noseless Voldemort. Any wizard who dared to take this position would almost certainly encounter misfortune or an accident within a year.

Minor to serious injuries.

In severe cases, the patient will die without a complete body.

The Goblet of Fire Triwizard Tournament is just for fun. It can be said that those Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers who dare to stand up are the real warriors.

They are the real heroes.

"I guess everyone is hungry, so let's enjoy the food together."

Just as Ian had tied his napkin and was wiping the plate with toilet paper, Dumbledore on the stage announced at the right moment that today's dinner would begin soon.

He did not say the vague and iconic words "Idiot! Crybaby! Dregs! Twist!", but just clapped his hands, and a lot of delicious food appeared out of thin air on the empty plates on the long table.

Grilled steak, lamb legs, grilled pork chops, grilled chicken, fried potato chips, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes... There are many kinds of ingredients, but the cooking methods are as primitive as those of Muggles.

of course.

This did not affect Ian's enjoyment of the meal.

His eyes were really turning red from hunger.

(End of this chapter)