Time passed by little by little, and the sky gradually darkened.

Thousands of candles were burning above the hall, the ceiling was a beautiful universe of stars, and the tables and chairs were neatly arranged.

All the professors were present, even Dumbledore was there, and only Hagrid had to pick up the first-year wizards and left temporarily.

Not far away, Professor Lockhart stood with Professor Flitwick and Headmaster Dumbledore, and the whole hall could hear his self-praising voice, "Yes... This is a very simple thing, my badge is not fake, hahaha..."

Felix and Snape each took a corner, watching everything in the hall around them.

He was very confused at the moment. Just now, he had guided Professor Lockhart to speak freely without spending much effort. He was even willing to share his adventures, as long as you were a good supporting actor on the side.

But... there was little harvest.

Lockhart was wary of him? It didn't look like that at all. Was he an actor? Collecting information through exaggerated words and self-praise?

Felix was puzzled, and so was a certain professor.

Snape stood in another corner, with a mocking smile on his face, and he didn't know who he was laughing at.

How did Professor Snape become like this?

He was obviously not this gloomy and mocking when he was in school?

What happened in the three years in between?

Felix felt that his usual smart brain was not enough, and he became more cautious. Then he joined Professor Sprout's conversation and talked to her about magical plants.

"Felix, I have to say that you didn't spend too much time on Herbology when you were in school."

"Professor, I was distracted by other subjects at the time. I was too busy."

"I don't think so. You tried every means to ask me about those dangerous plants and asked me what their weaknesses were..." Sprout still remembered it clearly.

Uh, dark history, he was indeed not interested in Herbology at that time.

Can it provide power?

No? Can't say anything.

Therefore, his grades in Herbology were always poor, hovering between A (pass) and P (poor). However, he was very good at dealing with dangerous magical plants, and even took the trouble to find out their weaknesses one by one, and tried to solve them in the most labor-saving way.

He also had the same idea for the Care of Magical Creatures class.

It can only be said that he was really obsessed in those years.

There was a noise in the distance.

"The students are coming!"

Professor McGonagall stood up and left in a hurry. The professors also sat down under the guidance of Headmaster Dumbledore. Felix especially wanted to sit with Professor Snape, trying to observe what unknown changes he had undergone in the past few years, but he was quickly avoided.

Helplessly, Felix could only aim at the second target and sit next to Lockhart.

Professor Flitwick seemed to be entangled by Lockhart. Seeing Felix coming over, he was just free, and he gave up his seat to Felix without hesitation.

After sitting down, Felix started the topic with ease, "Professor Lockhart, your description of vampires in the book "Traveling with Vampires" is great, but I still have some small questions..."

Now it was Lockhart's turn to be restless. He was a little evasive and always couldn't answer the point. Felix could only stop the topic wisely.

I am hated...

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but soon, Professor McGonagall led the students into the hall. The little wizards from the second to seventh grades sat on both sides of four long tables according to the college.

But Professor McGonagall looked very bad. She quickly came to Dumbledore and whispered something. The headmaster's face immediately became serious. He said a few words to McGonagall, she nodded, and then called Snape, and the two left the hall together.

What happened? Felix wanted to get involved, but this occasion was not suitable for using magic to eavesdrop.

On the other side, the little wizards who had just started school were very excited. They chatted non-stop, and the whole hall was particularly lively. The professors were quite open-minded and did not stand up to stop them. Headmaster Dumbledore's expression became smiling again. He looked at all this and stroked his silver beard.

Felix also looked around with interest. There were many people he knew. After all, he had just graduated for three years. In other words, all the students above the fourth grade had met him.

Slytherin College.

The tall and strong Marcus Flint was talking about his experience in the summer vacation as if no one was around. His voice could be heard clearly from three seats away. Just as he was talking happily, his companion beside him quietly pulled his arm.

Marcus Flint was a little impatient. What are you doing? Don't bother me pretending, ugh! Don't bother me sharing my interesting experiences!

When his companion pulled him with more force for the second time, he finally turned his head and saw the boy with a terrified face, winking at the professor's seat frantically.

Did something interesting happen?

A new professor? This is normal, isn't it? Aren't professors of a certain subject used and discarded every year?

Marcus Flint looked at the professor's seat, scanning the area, searching for a strange figure.

Hmm, a handsome-looking wizard, is this their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

Nothing...

Wait!

Who did he see? !

Marcus Flint suddenly let out a short scream, as if he had been bitten by a mouse, and his expression also became terrified, in perfect sync with his companion beside him.

It's that man!

How could he be here?

For a moment, his already dull mind became even duller.

Following Marcus Flint's scream, the other Slytherin students followed his gaze to the professor's seat, and then they all took a breath of cold air.

Almost instantly, most of the Slytherin long table fell into silence.

The remaining small half of the junior students also quickly noticed the inexplicable silence of the seniors, and also stopped talking, staring at them in a daze.

Malfoy looked at this strange scene in his college, a little confused, and he couldn't help but pull the senior next to him, "What's going on?"

"Shut up, keep your voice down!" The senior student scolded in a low voice, lowering his head and not daring to look at the figure of the hot man, but pretending to observe a silver dinner plate with great interest.

Then he whispered: "Draco, keep your voice down, that gentleman is back."

"That gentleman? Sir?" Malfoy was a little confused, it sounded like a noble title.

The senior student whispered a few words, "The August 7 Duel Incident."

"Hiss!" Malfoy also took a long breath, and couldn't help but quietly looked up at the young professor in the professor's chair.

Is that the man?

As the Slytherins suddenly became quiet, other colleges also noticed their strangeness.

Hermione noticed Felix's figure earlier. With her outstanding memory, she immediately recognized that it was the strange guest she met during the summer vacation.

So he is also a wizard? No wonder the request is so strange!

I wonder what course he will teach?

Lockhart himself already knows the two unfamiliar faces this year. He is the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he has read all his works.

His experience is really great!

The other professor looked very young, probably not very old... Eh? Why is everyone quiet?

Hermione looked around. The students of Slytherin were as quiet as quails. The other three houses were silent for a moment, and then started to discuss more fiercely. The hall was completely in an uproar.

The seniors were all popularizing science, with an expression of "I have a big secret".

She was originally worried about the safety of Harry and Ron, but she had told Professor McGonagall, so it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

Hermione remained calm, stretching her neck to listen.