Chapter 163 Chapter 30

He was speechless for about ten seconds.

Dumbledore bent down and whispered in his ear, "This is the Mirror of Phantom, don't worry about it, just say it."

After being reminded, Hoffa reacted.

He reached into his arms, pulled out the parchment, and read it word by word: "In the past year, we have experienced crazy mobs, horrific wars, and economic collapse. Gossip, we are afraid of cracks in society, and we are afraid of the future." Corrupted by darkness.

But we are still working hard, continuing to learn, and will make breakthroughs in many areas. Now, the most important thing for us is to have self-confidence, trust in our own strength, trust in our school, and trust in the brilliance of humanity."

After dryly reading these scenes, Hoffa turned over a page of parchment and was taken aback when he saw the row of ink marks. After two seconds, he read it slowly.

"This year, Hogwarts' Transfiguration teacher will be the head of St. Mungo's Hospital, Jacob Bohan."

Dumbledore led the applause.

An elegant middle-aged man wearing a purple scarf slowly came out from the doorway behind the desk in the classroom. He smiled and bowed in all directions, and his manners were impeccably perfect.

The students underground also gave regular and rhythmic applause.

After he bowed, he went forward and shook hands with Principal Dippet. Principal Dippet shook hands with him angrily and uselessly.

After shaking hands, he greeted Dumbledore, stretched out his hand and pressed it in vain, and the applause subsided.

He sat down, straightened the wizard robe on his body, and looked at the two people on the podium intently.

Hoffa didn't even know what to say. The guy who arranged for him to carry out the search mission in the summer vacation turned out to be his teacher. The almost crazy guy who made him imprisoned in Azkaban turned out to be his own teacher. teacher.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his manic emotions, and continued to watch the parchment in front of him spread out, and then a message made him stare at it for a long time: "Thanks to the magic creature class teacher Victor Carlo Resigned due to injury, this year's magical creature class will be taught by a legendary half-elf from the Drasses family."

Hoffa paused, his eyes widened, and he read out word by word: "Fatier Drasses is in charge."

When he read this passage, he involuntarily looked at Aglaia at the Ravenclaw table, and she also stared at Hoffa with wide eyes. They both saw each other's shock.

Obviously, she didn't know anything about it.

The parchment comes to an end. Dumbledore, who was standing aside, immediately started applauding, and the students below also started applauding.

Hoffa looked around, trying to find Aglaia's father,

The other students in the audience were also looking around, trying to find the teacher with the same surname as Ravenclaw. However, no matter how they searched, there was only one new teacher, Jacob Bohan, on the staff table, and there was no second person at all.

Dumbledore pushed Hoffa's shoulder slightly, he frowned, put away the parchment, and walked off the podium.

Dumbledore took Hoffa's words:

"Let me explain a little bit here. Mr. Delasses is unable to come because of something, but he will invite the school's best students from the third grade and above on a certain day of the semester to participate in the Special Training.

These are the original words of Professor Delasses. This year's Fantastic Beasts class will be very exciting, but also very dangerous. I hope everyone will actively participate in it while being mentally prepared. "

After speaking, he flicked the cup with his fingers, and various foods appeared on the banquet table, and the banquet began.

This time, most of the students didn't care about the banquet. They got together and discussed the two new professors in the school.

Hoffa looked at Aglaia as she passed by, and found that she lowered her head, didn't speak a word, and seemed to have never heard the inquiries around her.

Back in his seat, everyone around him was talking about the new teacher and the war, paying too much attention to his absence. Hoffa was much more relaxed. He pulled the plate, took some food and started eating.

Of course, also because of the war, the food at Hogwarts this year is far worse than in previous years. Although I have tried my best to make it as rich as possible, but the level of refinement is incomparable to the past.

The most dishes are potatoes, mashed potatoes, salt-baked potatoes, potato beef, potato salad, and of course there are other dishes of potatoes, mainly vegetarian.

Hoffa didn't care about the quality of the food. To be honest, in this day and age, he didn't expect anything extravagant. You must know that in many parts of the world, due to the massive death of the labor force, many people cannot even fill their stomachs.

He was chopping vegetables absent-mindedly. To be honest, he had no interest in the topics that people around him were talking about. Anyone would be a professor, and it would take seven or eight years to fight a war.

Dumbledore helped Principal Armando Dippet out less than three minutes after the banquet started.

After eating for a long time, I didn't see him come back.

Hoffa began to feel uneasy deep in his heart. He thought of the weird smoking boy he met on the train, and began to turn his head to look around.

But after watching for a long time, I found that he was not among these students at all, not in Ravenclaw, not in Gryffindor, not in Slytherin, and not in Hufflepuff, which had the largest number of people.

This made him feel a little inexplicable.

Could it be that what I encountered on the train was a ghost?

After dinner, Dumbledore still didn't come back.

The plan to consult fell through.

Hoffa had to follow the new prefect up the Ravenclaw tower.

The magic staircase turns round and round, helping students climb tall towers and cross narrow bridges in the sky. Hoffa returned to the common room after a two-month absence.

The knight in the portrait saw the wizard coming and knelt down on one knee with a sword.

Eagle Ring, as always, was dedicated to its duties. It spread its bronze metal wings and asked:

Whoever invented it didn't want it,

Whoever bought it didn't need it,

People who need it don't care about it.

This question is quite difficult, maybe Yinghuan wants to give the freshmen a warning. For a while, no matter the new students or the old students, they couldn't answer.

Even Hoffa, who has answered so many Eagle Ring questions, doesn't know the answer. He tilted his head and asked Miranda beside him, "Do you know how?"

Miranda shook her head, "Riddles are not my strong point."

Hoffa just wanted to ask Aglaia, but found that she was standing three meters away from him, turning her head and whispering something to Sherlock.

Then the female prefect stood up and said flatly, "The coffin."

Eagle Ring lowered his head and folded his wings. The sword-wielding knight spun open the door leading to the common room.

Hoffa walked into the doorway, thinking bad luck in his heart. On the first day of the new semester, couldn't Yinghuan come up with an auspicious riddle?