The freshmen lined up excitedly at the top of the hall, waiting for the sorting, and Felix just felt a little hungry.

The same was true for the Sniff Valen.

"Wait a little longer, we can make a bet and guess whether there will be raisin pudding on the table. By the way, do you eat grapes?" Felix asked in a low voice. The Sniff sat on his lap, stretched his neck and stared at the empty table, feeling a little disappointed.

Especially when it applied with its eyes and asked if it could collect a set of Hogwarts tableware, it was rejected mercilessly by Felix.

Snape looked at them with a strange expression on his face, but the Sniff was only interested in shiny and exquisite things. It looked at Dumbledore's long silver beard that suddenly appeared, and then turned its head to look at Flitwick sitting on the high cushion. Its eyes were not enough.

"...

Put it on my head well.

I have never made a mistake.

I want to see your mind and

judge which college you belong to!"

With the rumbling applause, the Sorting Hat ended its annual singing, and the Sorting officially began. The only thing that Felix found strange was that the last line of the song was not "They share a dream, a wish". He had heard it too many times in the headmaster's office before, so he subconsciously thought that the Sorting Hat was going to end with this.

"Stuart Ackerley!" Professor McGonagall stood aside, unfolded a long piece of parchment, and read the name.

A boy came forward, and it could be seen that he was shaking from head to toe. He picked up the Sorting Hat and put it on his head, sitting on the stool, and was so nervous that he rolled his eyes a little.

"Ravenclaw!" The Sorting Hat shouted.

Stuart Ackerley took off the hat and hurried to the seat next to the Ravenclaw table and sat down. Everyone at the table applauded to welcome him.

"Malcolm Bardock! Slytherin!"

"Eleanor Branstone! Hufflepuff!"

"Owen Caldwell! Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey! Gryffindor!"

The little guy named Creevey was wearing a mole coat, which was obviously Hagrid's. For a first-year freshman, it was a hard fur tent. When he was sorted into Gryffindor House, he didn't think twice and ran to the location of Gryffindor House.

While running, he shouted excitedly and shared his experience: "Colin! I fell into the lake! The lake!"

"Sorting Hat! Leave the Sorting Hat behind!"

Professor McGonagall chased after him and shouted twice, but he didn't react. As a last resort, she tapped the magic wand to let the Sorting Hat on the freshman's head float back by itself, and Felix hooked his finger to let the mole coat fly in front of Hagrid who was just about to get up.

"Thanks, Felix." Hagrid said roughly, he reached out and shook his coat, and raindrops fell all over the ground.

On the other side, Gryffindor House laughed kindly, and the freshman scratched his head and sat shyly next to a student who looked very similar to him. After being quiet for a while, he began to excitedly describe the scene of his falling into the water, "I fell into the lake, took a few sips of water, and thought to myself, this is over! Then suddenly something pushed me back to the boat!"

"How cool!" Colin Creevey, his brother who was two grades older than him, said that he was as excited as his brother, "It must be the giant squid, Dennis!"

Colin pointed to Harry who was a few seats away and said, "Do you see that boy over there? The one with black hair and glasses? He is Harry Potter, and he and his friends are all in the twelve photo albums I sent home!"

His younger brother Dennis looked at Harry curiously. If his brother had not lived in the hospital for half a year because of an indirect eye contact with the basilisk in the first grade, the photo albums at home would have been full long ago.

But thanks to his brother's photo album, he recognized Harry at a glance. His brother continued, "I just asked him to pray for you, hoping that you would be sorted into Gryffindor. Guess what? It worked."

"Let me tell you about the Patronus he cast in the entrance hall. It was so handsome..."

People's emotions are not connected. Harry's face was a little hot. Ron asked him teasingly, "Did you pray just now?"

Harry hesitated and hurriedly changed the subject, saying, "The empty seat should be the new professor?" He pointed to the teacher's seat.

"Who else could it be?" Ron muttered, "But he's late, and the dinner is about to start."

In fact, until the end of the dinner, when Harry's belly was bloated and he had to give up half a piece of smoked potato on his plate, the empty seat in the teacher's seat remained unoccupied.

Felix used Transfiguration to conjure a set of small tables and chairs, and Sniff Valen sat on it, eating a piece of cut plum pudding, with a white napkin tied around his chest.

The Niffler, who had finished eating early, was a little bored. He sniffed the various smells in the air and soon found a familiar face.

He pulled Felix's trouser leg and pointed in a direction. Felix was a dark-faced little guy and was too short, but he roughly saw the direction and guessed what it meant.

"Go, don't steal anyone's things, not even the tableware, remember?"

The Niffler nodded repeatedly.

He walked under the dining table, passed through the legs that were kicking randomly, and quickly found the target and climbed up along her trouser legs.

"Ouch!" Hermione screamed, looked down, and met a pair of bright black eyes.

"Valen?" She whispered, and Ron, Harry and several students around looked over.

"A black duck?" Dean Thomas, who grew up in a Muggle family, asked curiously.

"I guess it's a Niffler." Neville said softly.

"What is it?"

"Niffler, her name is Valen, and she is raised by Professor Hep." Hermione introduced.

"She?" Dean was surprised.

"That's right!" Hermione hugged the Niffler happily, "She's a little lady, isn't she, huh?"

Ron stared at Valen and said, "I've always wanted to have one. They are famous for finding treasures. This was one of the items on Fred and George's New Year's wish lists when they were young."

Fred leaned over from across Angelina's seat and said, "Don't slander us, we changed our wishes a long time ago."

"Yeah," said George, who was sitting on the other side of him, "especially when we heard that the Niffler was better at finding money from the pockets of people around him, we changed our minds."

"Watch your pockets and forks," Fred warned at last.

"And the goblet," George added.

Ron covered his pocket sadly, "They have a point, Harry, it's watching your coins!"

The Niffler, sitting in Hermione's arms, was staring at Harry intently. Harry held a Muggle coin in his hand, golden and glowing. It was modified by Felix last school year, and it was enchanted to monitor the number of times the Apparition was performed.

According to the agreement, Harry must use the Apparition outside the Room of Requirement after its golden light is filled.

When he left school last school year, he was still a little short of it, but during the summer vacation he followed Sirius around and inadvertently made up the last point...

At this time, Dumbledore began to speak with a smile, first of all, the old sayings, Filch's list of prohibited items is updated every year, and now there are 437 items; and he reiterated that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest without permission.

They were already familiar with these words. The people around Harry didn't listen carefully. They were obviously more interested in the Niffler.

"Harry, you'd better put the coin away. Although Professor Heppe has taught it, my God!"

Hermione stopped in surprise. The Niffler Valen took out a gold galleon from his pocket with a painful heart, put it on the table, and then pointed at Harry's coin.

"What is it doing?" Ron asked puzzled.

"I think," Hermione took a deep breath and said in disbelief, "Harry, it wants to exchange with you."

The three looked at each other. It was really a strange Niffler. Ron chuckled, "Professor Heppe's education is really...haha...really effective. Even the nature of the Niffler has been corrected."

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, because he didn't get a response for a long time. Valen thought Harry was unwilling, so he took out another gold galleon from his small pocket and stacked it with the first one.

Harry stared at it in amazement. On the long dining table, the third and fourth gold Galleons were quickly piled up. The further back it went, the slower Sniff's movements became. Her pink little hands kept shaking. Even Dean could see how reluctant she was to give up.

But as painful as she was when she took out the money, she became more arrogant after letting it go. Sniff stretched out a finger and pointed at the pile of gold Galleons, and then pointed at the glowing coins in Harry's hand. The aura of a rich woman she exuded made everyone around stunned.

Ron urged, "Don't give up, Harry. See how many Galleons she can take out. Merlin's beard... She's much richer than me!"

At this time, Dumbledore finally talked about something closely related to the students, "... I'm very sorry to tell you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

"What?" Harry looked up, breathless with surprise. Not only him, but most of the students were stunned by the news.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, and thunder exploded outside the castle, shaking the glass windows and slamming the door of the hall.

A man walked in, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak. With the help of the light in the hall, the students of the four colleges saw his appearance and gasped. The

man's face seemed to be carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and it was done by a poor craftsman who was absolutely not good with the carving knife. Every inch of his skin was scarred. His nose was missing a piece of flesh, and one of his legs was a wooden prosthesis. It made a banging sound when he walked. When he passed the dining table, the little wizards on both sides were so scared that they quickly shrank to the other side.

Harry stared at Moody's face, then looked at the half piece of smoked potato on the plate, and suddenly felt a little nauseous.

After getting closer, the students found that the most terrifying thing about this stranger was his eyes. One eye was intact, but the other one was lying in Hermione's arms, covering its face with its hands, not daring to look. However, it did not forget to reach out and put the gold galleons on the table back into its pocket.

Hermione was amused and angry, but when her eyes fell on the stranger's eyes, she couldn't laugh at all. It was a big, round fake eye, turning up and down, left and right in the eye socket, sometimes leaving only a piece of white, and it seemed to be staring behind.

He simply shook hands with Dumbledore and sat in the only empty seat. He ignored others and ate the remaining food on the table. But the blue fake eye still kept turning around, looking at the hall and the students.

"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore said happily, "Professor Moody."

In the terrifying silence, Dumbledore announced the existence of the tournament. He introduced the origin and development of the original Triwizard Tournament, and how it had to be stopped due to too many deaths. After several centuries, the Ministry of Magic was finally ready, and this time, the number of schools participating in the competition increased to five.

Many students didn't even know about Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, let alone Ilvermorny and Vaugardo outside of Europe. They listened to Dumbledore's speech as if they were listening to a fairy tale.

Felix was no stranger to this information. He cleared his throat, and Sniff Varen immediately jumped down from Hermione's arms and deliberately took a long way to avoid Moody with scary eyes.

Moody held a sausage in his mouth and ate it silently. The fake eye followed the trail of the sniff and saw it finally climbed onto the shoulder of a young professor. He snorted softly.

"Little thing."