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Not long after.

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen to the front of the auditorium, where they lined up facing all the upperclassmen, with the professors behind them.

Everyone quieted down.

The senior students curiously examined the faces of the new students, guessing which college they would be assigned to.

Under the watchful eyes of many senior students and professors, Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a top-pointed wizard's hat on the stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and extremely dirty.

The auditorium was completely silent; everyone was staring at the hat.

Lin Bei was also staring at the hat, but he was more interested in the scene before him.

The old wizard's hat, which looked as if it hadn't been washed for a thousand years, suddenly twisted and cracked open, revealing a wide gap, like a mouth.

Then he sang a folk song in a not-so-pleasant voice.

"You may not think I'm pretty, but please don't judge a book by its cover. If you can find..."

In the heat of his singing, he even turned his body around, using the two folds on his hat as eyes to sized up the new little wizards.

"I am the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts, naturally far superior to your hats!"

"Try wearing it, and I'll tell you what you should do..."

The Sorting Hat cleared its throat and then began to sing:

"Try wearing it and I'll tell you."

Which college should you be assigned to?

You may belong to Gryffindor.

There lies the courage buried deep in one's heart.

Their courage, spirit, and chivalry

This makes Gryffindor stand out;

You may belong to Hufflepuff.

The people there are honest and loyal.

Hufflepuff students are persevering and honest.

Undeterred by arduous labor;

If you are smart,

Perhaps the wise old Ravenclaw will be included.

Those wise and learned people,

They would always meet their kindred spirits there;

Maybe you'll go to Slytherin.

Perhaps you will make true friends here.

But those cunning and treacherous people will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

To achieve their goals.

Come wear me! Don't be afraid!

Don't panic!

In my hands.

Even though I don't even have one hand.

But you are absolutely safe, because I am a thinking magic hat!

Lin Bei couldn't help but shake his head; this sounded even worse than in the movies.

Professor McGonagall, who had been standing there for a while, took a few steps forward and picked up a roll of parchment.

They began calling out the names of each new student.

Chapter 199

Albus Dumbledore stood up.

He looked at the students with a beaming smile, opening his arms to them, as if nothing could make him happier than seeing his students gathered together.

"welcome!"

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts for the start of the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I'd like to say a few words."

"First, a warm welcome to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Lin!"

Lin Bei stood up, nodded, and then sat down.

"Secondly, I hope that when you encounter difficulties, you can find or contact your dean for help as soon as possible."

There are some situations that are beyond your control.

"Of course, you can write to me too."

Harry and Ron, who were below, couldn't help but lower their heads, and the food in front of them suddenly lost its flavor.

"Alright, let the banquet begin now."

To the students below, the table was piled high with a sumptuous feast prepared by the little fairies.

However, for Lin Bei, these foods were a bit lacking.

Due to the difference in taste, Lin Bei only tried a few bites.

It's a very novel feeling.

However, Lin Bei declined several local dishes from Ying, not because they tasted bad, but because of the food's origin.

Everyone had been waiting for a long time with empty stomachs. After Dumbledore finished his brief speech, everyone began to enjoy the sumptuous meal.

Only Lin Bei glanced disdainfully at the black pudding on the plate.

It doesn't look appetizing at all.

He tapped the edge of the plate with a spoon, replaced it with a bowl of Italian mushroom soup, and then continued to enjoy it.

After the opening banquet, Professor Dumbledore stood up again.

The auditorium fell silent once more.

It's a well-worn topic, something that's been repeatedly emphasized.

It was nothing more than advising them not to go to the forbidden forest, not to perform spells in the corridors, and not to go out at night.

Dumbledore's expression wasn't very serious either, so these reminders probably wouldn't be of much use.

As a graduate of Gryffindor, Dumbledore knew this especially well; the boundless energy of these young wizards was simply impossible to control.

At least when Lin Bei, sitting in the professor's seat, glanced at the audience, he could clearly see the eager look in the eyes of many young Gryffindor wizards.

These precautions, however, piqued the curiosity of some of the young wizards.

Standing in the center of the professors' seat, Dumbledore faced all the students and flicked his wand. A long, golden ribbon floated out of the wand and twisted and coiled like a snake above the table, forming lines of text.

“Each of you choose your favorite tune,” said Dumbledore. “Ready, set, sing!”

Hearing the "singing" of all the teachers and students.

There are all sorts of tunes, and they're alright when listened to individually, but when mixed together, they become harsh and unpleasant to listen to.

They were all shouting louder and louder than each other, as if they wanted to correct the people around them to their own channel.

Lin Bei's expression also froze.

Amidst the noisy, argumentative "singing".

Lin Bei loudly asked Professor Flitwick beside him, "It's been so many years, and they still haven't gotten a melody composed for Hogwarts' school song?!"

Professor Flitwick was happy not to sing with everyone, and standing on his chair, he answered just as loudly: "We used to, but Dumbledore thought it was to preserve the students' individuality."

Lin Bei remained silent, unsure of what expression to make.

After singing the school song, the students returned to their dormitories under the guidance of their class leaders.

Harry and Ron were left behind alone.

What awaits them is confinement, which usually involves completing extra assignments in the professor's office under the professor's supervision.

Of course, this is a unique form of punishment in Gryffindor.

In addition, they were handed over to Filch. Although Filch was very unhappy with these young wizards, he would not let them do anything that would endanger their lives. Anyway, the school doctor always had a way to save them, as long as there was enough time to send them over.

Led by Filch, Lin Bei arrived at his office.

As soon as you open the door, you are greeted by a strong stench of decay and garlic.

Lin Bei frowned as he looked inside. There were various bottles and jars of specimens, as well as scattered books.

"Has it not been cleaned since the last Defense Against the Dark Arts professor left?"

Filch, his body hunched over, said, "No, because of the previous professor's status, Dumbledore strictly forbade others to approach. I don't know why."

Lin Bei shook his head and said, "Alright, you can go ahead and get busy."

Watching Filch's departing figure, Lin Bei stroked his chin.

Perhaps we could also study duds.

A gentle breeze was summoned, ventilating the room and dispelling the strange smell.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office is located on the third floor, connected to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor. Each time a class begins, the professor simply opens the side door of his office and walks down a short flight of stairs to easily reach the classroom.

This classroom accommodates students from all grades at Hogwarts.

In an office with a dark aesthetic style.

Lin Bei searched through the materials and found the lesson plans written by the previous instructors.

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