162 Chapter 29, Aphasia

He didn't wait for him to think carefully about who the person who saw him was.

Dumbledore finished his speech, and led the junior freshmen at the door and the other four seniors into the hall of the auditorium.

Compared with last year's solemnity, this year's auditorium environment is much more lively. In the past, the auditorium was just a brazier with dim light. It was only brightly lit when the principal, Armando Dippet, was speaking.

But now, the auditorium is brightly lit by thousands of candles floating in the air. Glittering gold plates and goblets stood on four tables. There is another long table on the upper stage of the auditorium, which is the teacher's seat.

This is already a bit close to the romantic feeling of the original book.

Students from other grades in the college have already sat around four long tables.

After entering the auditorium, Dumbledore gave Hoffa a signal to wait for his signal, and then led the students to the position of the sorting hat.

Hoffa saw an empty seat next to Miranda and Aglaia at the Ravenclaw table and was about to sit in it.

But at this moment, Sherlock Bohan, the prefect of the Ravenclaw House, quickly stepped forward, brushed past Hoffa, sat on that seat, and glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Hoffa was slightly taken aback.

Aglaia bowed her head in silence, and Miranda frowned slightly.

Before Hoffa could express anything, he heard someone calling himself.

"Hoffa, this way."

Turning around, it turned out to be my roommate William.

He waved his arms excitedly at Hoffa, pointing to an empty seat beside him.

Hoffa nodded and sat on it, still looking at the uninvited prefect out of the corner of his eye, what kind of medicine is this guy selling in his gourd?

William pulled Hoffa to sit down, patted him on the shoulder excitedly, and said to the people around him: "This is my roommate, Hoffabach who released the shield spell, how about it, he usually doesn't like to talk, but he But he's a real shapeshifter."

Some lower grade students looked over, and immediately started to stir restlessly on their chairs. Even some senior students looked at him intently.

A look of color flashed across William's face, and he immediately raised his hand in a high manner: "Why, what are you doing, sit down."

Those junior students sat down immediately.

William stuck to Hoffa's ear: "Brother, I saw a lot of people looking for you on the train before I came here. We are at school this year, so we have a lot to do."

"It's possible why?"

Hoffa asked puzzled.

"Listen, I plan to form a society, Bach's Transfiguration Society, to teach those junior students Transfiguration, what do you think?"

Hoffa was stunned: "If you want to start a club, you can start a club. Why do you use my name?"

William patted him on the shoulder excitedly: "Why use your name? I want you to be the president! You see, the leader of the club in the third grade, this is an honor that has never been done before, and will never come again. If we can If we do it, we will definitely be able to leave a name in "Hogwarts, a piece of school history", just think about it."

Hoffa's mind was a little confused for a moment.

Like a salesman, he chatted with the Ravenclaws next to him, and all kinds of secrets were exposed one after another. He looked very familiar with Hoffa and had the best relationship, as if he had become his best buddy.

Look at another roommate, Antonio, who is sitting in the corner, with envy and admiration in his eyes, but he dare not approach.

Hoffa very much hoped that Principal Armando Dippet could stand up, shout and be quiet as usual, and calm down this flamboyant roommate.

But no, Principal Armando Dipet sat blankly, looking at the golden cup in front of him, his eyes were a little distracted.

He no longer has the energy of last year, and now he has become a gradually aging man. Last year, Sylby's framing made him suffer a lot, and also made him quickly exhaust the passion of life.

He no longer stopped the students from chatting, whispers continued in the auditorium, and no one even seriously watched the sorting ceremony.

Finally, amidst the whispering voices of the four courtyards, the sorting ceremony, which not many people cared about, came to an end.

Vice-principal Dumbledore stood under the statue of the giant eagle, coughed twice, and the voice of the discussion was a little softer. He clapped his hands again, and the surroundings finally became quiet.

Dumbledore: "This year is quite a difficult year. There is no need to talk about the war outside. Those who can still come to school at this time, I think, have extraordinary courage."

The Gryffindor table nodded seriously.

Slytherin just looked at him coldly.

Neither Ravenclaw nor Hufflepuff showed any expression.

Dumbledore on the podium glanced at Hoffa, and Hoffa felt a little twisted in his stomach, should he come?

Sure enough, Dumbledore said again: "But before the banquet begins, I would like to invite Hofbach, the outstanding student who once protected this school and released the legendary shield spell, to read for us the changes and arrangements of this year's school." .”

At this moment, everyone's eyes stabbed at the Ravenclaw table like spotlights.

Have a 3rd grader speak at the Commencement Banquet. This has never been arranged, and it has never happened. In the past few decades, this kind of thing was done by the principal. But this year, the principal has been completely reduced to a display. He just raised his head and glanced at Hoffa, then lowered his head again.

Hoffa stood up silently, he had no room to refuse.

There was applause from the Ravenclaw table.

The applause drove the other tables to applaud at the same time.

Although not loud, but somewhat sincere.

He stepped forward and didn't look at the eyes on both sides. He knew that people around him were looking at him, but he tried not to think about it.

He stood under the giant eagle statue, and Dumbledore gave him the place to speak. His hands drooped naturally, and he stood next to Hoffa, gently chanting the spell: "Mirror of Phantom."

Several rays of light projected from Hoffa's feet, shining on the ceiling and the walls on all sides.

His face actually appeared on the four walls, like a future projector, even clearer and more magical than that. Even his somewhat disordered breathing was amplified exponentially.

At this time, there was no way to escape, and Hoffa bravely made eye contact with those people, trying to understand their desire.

That moment.

Hundreds of faces staring at him like flickering lanterns. The ghosts also shone with dim silver light among the students. He saw Aglaia with his head down, Miranda with a worried face, Tom Riddle with sharp and gloomy eyes in a wheelchair, and the longing and expectation in the eyes of all the students.

All of a sudden, a huge pressure surged towards him like a tsunami.

There was cold sweat on his brow, and it wasn't that he was afraid to speak in front of a crowd.

It's that his brain doesn't seem to be able to handle such a huge amount of information. At this moment, he was temporarily speechless.