The cheers in the auditorium gradually died down.

Professor McGonagall picked up the hat.

"Whoever's name I call now, put on your hat and sit on the stool to wait for the Sorting."

"Hannah Abbott!"

A ruddy-faced little girl with two golden braids stumbled out of the line and put on her hat.

After a pause—

"Hufflepuff!"

The people at the table to the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to Hufflepuff.

The second person to be sorted was Susan Bones, who was also sorted into Hufflepuff. Amidst applause, she quickly ran to sit next to Hannah.

The subsequent sorting went on in an orderly manner, and Hermione and Neville both went to Gryffindor.

Malfoy also went to Slytherin as he wished.

And Harry and Ron, unsurprisingly, are also Gryffindors.

Kyle noticed that Dumbledore, sitting in the guest of honor seat, looked particularly happy. He clapped his hands and even unabashedly picked up the house cup and gestured to Harry.

"This old bee."

Kyle curled his lips, he knew Dumbledore would cheat on Harry, but to show it so blatantly was a bit too much.

Compared to Dumbledore, Professor Snape was not so happy.

But he didn't look at Harry. Instead, he squinted his eyes and stared at the Sorting Hat, as if he would take out a bottle of potion and pour it on the broken hat in the next second.

After the last freshman was sorted into Slytherin, Snape immediately stood up and wanted to help Professor McGonagall return the Sorting Hat.

But it was rejected.

"Thank you, Severus, but the list of freshmen needs to be placed in the designated place and you may not be able to find it." Professor McGonagall looked at him with some confusion, then rolled up the parchment and left with the Sorting Hat.

Dumbledore stood up, looked at everyone with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them.

"Welcome!"

He smiled and said, "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words."

"That is: Idiot! Crybaby! Scum! Twist!"

“Thank you everyone!”

As Dumbledore sat down again, a large amount of food appeared on the originally empty plate.

“Oh, I hate carrots…”

Mikel looked at the vegetable soup in front of him and said to Ryan next to him: "Can we change seats?"

Ryan, who was chewing a corn cob, shrugged indifferently, stood up and switched seats with Mikel.

He is not picky about food and eats everything.

"Kyle, do you know what the principal just said?" Cedric asked puzzledly.

For some reason, he always felt that Dumbledore just now gave people the impression of being a little crazy, like an old wizard who was not in his right mind.

The words spoken are also obscure and difficult to understand.

"I'm not sure either." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "It probably refers to our views of the other three colleges. Just like the smart Ravenclaw, don't they always think that people from other colleges are stupid?"

"is that so……"

After being reminded by Kyle, Cedric quickly thought of the meaning of the other three words, nodded thoughtfully and said, "That makes sense."

There are many speculations about what Dumbledore said, but no matter how reasonable they are, they are still just speculations.

No one knows what he really thinks.

The only person who might know was still imprisoned in Nurmengard.

…

Everyone enjoyed the meal very much, until finally, the last few pieces of pumpkin pie on the golden plate disappeared.

After a delicious feast, Dumbledore stood up again.

"First, there is Professor Quirrell, whom we are familiar with. He volunteered to fill the vacancy of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

And Professor Charity Burbage, who will be our new Muggle Studies professor."

Two wizards, a man and a woman, stood up in the guest of honor seat, one was timid and the other was in high spirits.

There was fairly warm applause in the auditorium.

But the applause was almost all for Professor Keridi Bubaji.

As for Professor Quirrell, he was completely benefiting from her... He was just a junior professor, there was nothing to welcome him for.

Not far from Kyle, a senior student exclaimed in amazement: "He actually took the initiative to apply to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Why didn't I realize that Professor Quirrell was so brave before."

After the applause, the two sat back down.

Dumbledore continued: "First years, please note that the wooded area on the school grounds is off-limits to any student.

You must remember that if someone invites you to go there, even if it is a professor you are most familiar with, please do not agree. This is very important. "

When he said this, Kyle felt that countless eyes were suddenly looking at him.

This left him speechless.

My goodness, this is a public execution?

Fortunately, Dumbledore did not waste too much time on this and continued, "Also, the administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind everyone not to perform magic in the corridors during class breaks.

Also, do not bring magical plants from the greenhouse back into the castle, especially those that are dangerous."

Dumbledore's shining eyes flickered towards Kyle.

Kyle's mouth twitched for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

Although he didn't know how Dumbledore knew it, it didn't matter. He gave the headmaster face and would not touch the plants brought from the greenhouse this semester.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in joining the student representative team should contact Ms. Hooch."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that if you do not want to encounter an accident and a painful death, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Kyle couldn't help but laugh. The fishing clues in this sentence were too obvious, and a straight hook was used, but he didn't expect Voldemort to believe it.

He didn't even think about it. If Dumbledore didn't have a backup plan, would he tell everyone his location directly? No, Voldemort was just a wandering spirit now, using Professor Quirrell's shared brain, so it was normal for it to crash occasionally.

"He can't be serious." Mikel's face turned pale.

"Unlikely." Cedric shook his head and said, "At least it's not as serious as he said. If there really is such a dangerous place in Hogwarts, it would have been completely sealed off long ago."

Afterwards, after everyone finished singing the school song, Dumbledore announced that they could go back and rest.

Kyle didn't move, but turned to look at the Gryffindor table.

Someone's got to make good on the bet.

"Oh... damn!"

"I thought he had forgotten."

Fred and George sighed, and under the puzzled looks of Harry and Ron, they threw a toffee into their mouths with a bitter face.

"Wow……"

“Oh~~”

Amidst the shock and laughter, Fred and George started tap dancing beside the table, wagging their three-foot-long tongues.

This clause was not in the bet; they added it themselves.

Because they have to be careful not to step on their tongues, Fred and George always twitch when they tap dance, which looks very magical.

“Oh~~”

There was laughter and cheers all around again.

Even Dumbledore was attracted by their unique looks and chic dance steps, and watched them with great interest.

Only Professor McGonagall stood there with a grim face, her lips almost pursed into a line.

Wasn’t it enough to jump once last year? Why do you do it again this year? (End of this chapter)