I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 160 Wenda Sanchez

"So, you should go to bed early."

Professor Trelawney frowned.

Unfortunately, this result did not satisfy Irving.

He stretched out his legs and raised his hands.

My head started shaking from side to side at a high frequency.

"Ah~~~ I don't care, I don't care, I don't care."

"They just want to die! Professor, tell me honestly, did you see something ominous on my face?"

It's that kind of premonition of death. Please don't be afraid to seek medical help! Just tell me what's wrong.

Am I about to die? Am I about to go to Avalon and have a long talk with Miss Artoria?

Uh—no, no, it should be "partying all night with Joan of Arc." "Yes, yes—I'm French, I'm French, I'm French."

Looking at the boy in front of her, her coquettishness was tinged with a hint of determination, and her determination was tinged with a touch of teasing.

Anyone could see that he did it on purpose.

This is an insult to her divination.

A flash of anger crossed Professor Trelawney's face.

Then, in a very short period of time, his expression changed several times.

I'd heard about Irving's bad reputation among professors before, and today I finally saw it for myself.

They're really difficult to deal with.

However, she was a seasoned con artist at Hogwarts.

I've seen all kinds of students.

The best way to deal with these difficult students is not to argue with them.

Arguing will only make you more entangled.

Ignoring him is the right choice

Immediately, Professor Trelawney ignored Irving for the next few minutes, no matter how much he acted up.

The professor refrained from making any predictions about Irving throughout.

It was precisely because of his antics that he tore apart the terrifying classroom atmosphere that Professor Trelawney had created.

Although she later made various predictions that the young wizards would be missing limbs, none of them ended up as the professor had predicted.

Scared?

No!

I was somewhat skeptical.

In short, the professor's attempt to intimidate the professor was a complete failure.

After class.

Harry is alright.

But Ron kept rambling on and on.

He also said he would put in some effort in the divination course so that he could see the future more clearly.

"Don't even think about it. Divination is a subject that highly values ​​one's domain. Without that talent, it's almost impossible to make any progress in divination."

"Vision? What's that?" Ron asked curiously.

"How would I know? If I knew, I'd be a prophet by now, not a wizard. I'd be a seer, okay?"

After saying that, Owen grabbed Hannah's arm and rolled his eyes at Justin, who was still discussing the prophecy with others behind him.

If you don't go eat right after class, you must have something wrong with your brain.

Back in the dorm, I took a nap (it wasn't dinner time yet!).

When he woke up again, it was already dark.

Staggering, I walked into the auditorium.

The benches in front of us, belonging to the four academies, were already full of people.

Irving found a place to sit down.

I didn't see any food.

But he did hear Filch close the auditorium door.

Next, a small door on one side of the stage.

A group of professors walked in one by one.

Old Bee, Teacher Meow, Unwashed Hair, Professor Pomona Sprout, Insidious Fairy, Big Guy, Werewolf, Ghost Professor, Old Liar.

Professor Aurora Sinister (Astronomy), Professor Setima Victor (Arithmetic Divination), Professor Karedi Boubagi (Muggle Studies), Professor Rolanda Hodge (Flight Lesson), and Bathilda Baburin (Ancient Runes).

and also

Maybe I misread it.

Irving squinted, his gaze falling on the last person to enter—the professor.

If I'm not blind, then it seems to be Vynda Rozier!

knock!!!

His grandfather imprisoned Dumbledore and then plucked his beard to make a compound decoction.

Um, it seems his grandfather was a shapeshifter who could transform without needing compound potions.

wrong!

How did Vynda Rozier end up at Hogwarts?

Still sitting in the professor's chair?

So is that Dumbledore next to him actually Grindelwald?

The sudden appearance of the grandfather and housekeeper surprised Irving greatly.

So much so that he didn't even notice Hermione had followed him out and dashed back to the Gryffindor bench.

"What happened?" Justin stared blankly at the podium.

Generally speaking, elective course professors do not attend college banquets. They are the type who come when they want and don't come when they don't want to. Even for events like the opening ceremony, the four deans will definitely be present unless they have other commitments, while elective course professors attend based on their own mood.

Unless it's a newly appointed professor.

For example, Hagrid this year.

Moreover—especially Professor Binns, who almost never attends banquets in the Great Hall.

"Huh?" Owen turned to look at Justin. "Are you speechless, you idiot? You're always here, asking 'What happened? What happened? What happened?' I just want to get straight to the point and be myself."

Forget it, I can't be bothered with this little piece of trash who's already been kicked out of the Hufflepuff trio.

Irving plans to bring Susan in tonight to revive Hufflepuff's glory!

At this moment, the young wizards were also drawn to the professors' sudden seating.

The principal slowly stood up.

He looked older. His hair and beard were several feet long, he wore semi-circular glasses, and his nose was sharply hooked.

Although he looked energetic, his eyes betrayed a hint of fatigue.

"I missed yesterday's opening banquet because of some things," said Professor Dumbledore, his beard gleaming in the candlelight. "I'm back today and came to the Great Hall as soon as I arrived."

"At least we need to let the new students get to know their principal," the old principal said half-jokingly.

Immediately, the tense atmosphere in the auditorium relaxed a bit.

Magical to say.

Since the Hogwarts Express incident, a sense of oppression, urgency, and crisis has permeated the entire school today, though no one says it aloud.

Until Dumbledore appeared, it was like sunlight piercing through the dark clouds.

The young wizards regained their composure.

"Welcome, welcome to Hogwarts for the new school term," said the headmaster.

Deafening applause erupted in the auditorium.

It seemed like everyone was venting, and the applause lasted for a full three or four minutes before it stopped.

"Oh! Thank you for your applause." The old headmaster said with a smile, "Before that, although it may be a bit of a hassle, I have a few words to say to you, one of which is quite serious."

The smile on his face gradually faded.

"You probably already know about the Dementors. Because of some events, although they've been attacking our young wizards like madmen, the Ministry of Magic will still send some Dementors around the castle. But don't worry, they'll stay very far away from the castle."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, "Here, I must remind all young wizards in their third year and above that when traveling to Hogsmeade, do not stray from the main road, nor go anywhere else."

Dumbledore paused for a moment. Owen knew, of course, that it was unprecedented for the old headmaster to agree to let the Dementors stay at Hogwarts, given his personality.

Especially after the Dementors attacked the young wizard.

There's probably only one possibility that could get Dumbledore to come down.

That's where the body from the Scream Shack was found.

Someone died.

That's why he backed down to ensure the safety of the young wizards.

Otherwise, why would the old principal have rushed back in such a hurry?

Sirius Black, that idiot, can't he even destroy the evidence?

"They are stationed at all the entrances around the school," Dumbledore continued. "While they are here, I must make it clear that no one may leave the school without permission."

"Dementors are immune to any tricks, disguises, or deceptions—not even invisibility cloaks."

He added expressionlessly, "They are born without understanding what a request or an excuse is. Therefore, I warn each and every one of you not to give them any excuse to harm you. I'm counting on our newly elected student council president to ensure that no student is attacked by Dementors!"

Instantly, all the young wizards' eyes fell on Owen.

He was also taken aback.

What did Dumbledore mean by that—guaranteeing that no student would be attacked by Dementors?

Why don't I just kill all the Dementors?

Was he implying something to me?

Otherwise, the old headmaster should have said that we should not clash with the Dementors.

Despite his doubts, Irving still stood up and raised his hands in a famous French salute to show everyone that he was right there.

Don't worry, everyone, I've got your back.

The young wizards looked at Owen with complicated expressions.

The principal continued, "What's particularly gratifying is that we've invited three new teachers to join our team this year."

As he spoke, the old headmaster turned to look at the new professor closest to him, and opened his right hand to welcome him, saying, "The first one is Professor Lupin, who readily agreed to fill the vacancy for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course."

Immediately, a loud round of applause rang out in the auditorium.

After Owen returned to the train, Professor Lupin dealt with many deranged Dementors, which the young wizard saw through the window.

"The second one, I already introduced him yesterday." Dumbledore smiled, but still pointed in Hagrid's direction. "Rupert Hagrid will fill the position of Professor of Fantastic Beasts."

Another round of applause erupted in the auditorium.

They already knew that, because only Hagrid was present among the new professors yesterday.

"The last one." Professor Dumbledore's expression suddenly changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. A hint of vigilance shone through his half-moon spectacles. "The new Professor of Alchemy will be the outstanding witch from France, Ms. Vanda Sanchez."

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Vanda Sanchez?

Ha ha!

Good name.

That's a damn good name.

The power of my Sanchez family has grown even stronger.

That's great, that's great—bullshit!

Who the hell is Sanchez?

Even if you wanted to use a random surname to cover your tracks, you should at least know to use this one! You bastard!

It feels so embarrassing~~

(End of this chapter)