A newly graduated student took up the post of Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts, which caused heated discussions among countless students. But they forgot that Principal Dippet had not finished speaking yet.

"quiet!"

Dippet said seriously.

After saying that, he couldn't stop covering his mouth and coughing.

Dumbledore, the temporary deputy principal, immediately stood up, patted Armando on the back, and whispered something in his ear.

When the two of them communicated, the entire hall became silent.

Armando Dippet shook his head and pushed Dumbledore away with one hand, indicating that he did not need help.

Then, he straightened his back, glanced around resolutely, and said: "This year, there is another small change.

Due to the turmoil in the wizarding world in various countries, the Ministry of Magic has stationed a large number of Aurors in the Forbidden Forest. Not only that, every teacher at Hogwarts is shouldering the heavy responsibility of transforming the school. Therefore, I am here to announce that this year, every teacher

The teacher will invite a student to become his teaching assistant. Students who serve as teaching assistants will have the resources and privileges corresponding to the teacher, but they must also shoulder related responsibilities and obligations.

For students who complete this task, the school will record this honor on your life resume. I hope that every student here can run for this honor with all his strength.

The above are all the changes this year.”

After saying that, Principal Dippet sat down, and there was a round of applause from all around. Hoffa followed behind and applauded, but he couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

Teaching assistant...?

Students become teaching assistants.

He had never heard of such a thing.

Hoffa thought, but, that kind of work? It sounds like a thankless job...

"I want to be!!"

Aglaia paused on the table while holding the knife and fork, and turned her head excitedly: "That must be a position that only the best students can hold. Think about it, if all the teachers lined up to invite you to become

My own teaching assistant. How wonderful that would be."

Her face was flushed with excitement, and her blue eyes stared intently at the teacher's desk. It was as if she was imagining the grand occasion of the group of people lining up in front of her.

Miranda and Hoffa looked at each other, and each could see the helplessness of the other. Well, anyway, as long as she can prove that she is better than others, Aglaia will do anything.

However, this competition is not just between a few second-year students. Hogwarts also has students in grades 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7. The higher up the students are, the more powerful they will be.

Aglaia wants to stand out and become an assistant coach in the second grade, but I'm afraid it's not realistic.

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After Principal Dippet finished speaking, food appeared on the dining table one after another, no different from usual. House elf food, familiar recipes, familiar taste.

However, Hoffa believes that this may be the last time. When the war breaks out in two years, the world will inevitably encounter food shortages.

After the banquet started, the depressing atmosphere was relieved. The change of teachers made all the students whisper.

Aglaia asked in a low voice: "Is Dumbledore very good at magic? Why haven't I seen that he has published a paper on magic?"

Miranda: "To be honest, he's pretty awesome, but he doesn't really like to show off."

Not long after the meal, Armando Dippet left the teacher's chair. As soon as he stood up, Dumbledore went over to support him, and the two slowly left the hall. After the principal left, the auditorium

The atmosphere inside became more lively.

Some people even boldly stepped down from their seats and walked around the bright orb in the center of the hall. What exactly is this thing and how to use it, Principal Dippet did not mention a word and just pretended that it did not exist.

The Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table were the most active at the moment. The three Gryffindor students who were sent to the Forbidden Forest seemed to have become heroes. They stood up tall at their own table and greeted Ravenclaw enthusiastically.

Raise your glass at the table.

"Hey, Ravenclaw, when will you have a Gryffindor Headmaster?"

The prefect of Ravenclaw was so furious that he picked up an orange and threw it at it without hesitation. When the orange flew, it turned into a cannonball and exploded in front of the Gryffindor table.

Fendo burst into tears.

They laughed, but didn't hesitate to fire a few fruit bombs at the Ravenclaws.

Even more joyful was the Slytherin table. They whistled and waved excitedly to the staff table, hoping to attract the attention of the new beautiful teacher.

Among them, Hoffa saw the spiky Malfoy he met in Diagon Alley. He was whistling and pointing his finger at Osivia at the staff table, looking like he was in a state of indolence.

Those Slytherin calls seemed quite harsh to Hoffa's ears.

If you can't let anyone be the transfiguration teacher, why must she be the teacher? Is it so difficult to find a professor who is good at transfiguration?

How do you want to take the next class?

Hoffa lowered his head, mechanically picking up the pudding in front of him and putting it into his mouth one by one.

At the teacher's table, Osilvia turned a deaf ear to the call from the Slytherin table. She didn't take a few bites. She got up and left the table less than three minutes after Dippet left.

The shouts of the Slytherin crowd finally died down.

Not long after she left, Dumbledore came back.

After the banquet, he led the students to sing the school song as usual.

After singing the school song, just as the students were about to return to their common rooms, Dumbledore clapped his hands and stopped everyone.

"Wait a moment, let me say a few words."

He asked in a loud voice: "Everyone must be curious, what is this bead in the middle of the hall?"

There was silence all around, everyone was waiting for his explanation.

There was a pause of about five seconds.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I'm curious too."

The whole room burst into laughter.

After they finished laughing, Dumbledore raised a hand to suppress everyone's voices.

"However, this magic item was cast by the founder of the Four Houses, and it contains the faith blessed by Gryffindor, the magic infused by Slytherin, the loyalty given by Hufflepuff, and the password sealed by Ravenclaw.

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For more than 1,000 years, no one has ever been able to actually use this prop, so if any of you can trigger this prop, I think Principal Dippet probably won't mind."

Don't you mind?

The entire hall was in an uproar. At first, everyone stayed away from this item and did not dare to touch it. But after Dumbledore said this, everyone could hardly restrain their curiosity and stepped forward one after another to touch it with their hands.

Feel around on the item.

Some little wizards were mumbling all kinds of random spells.

Someone gave me strength.

So-and-so summons a mythical beast or something.

Hoffa even saw a young student biting his own finger and smearing blood on the bright bead, but not only did he not respond, those who did so were immediately beaten by their superiors.

Hoffa didn't go up to touch the beads. He knew that this thing was definitely not that easy to use. As for why he knew, he got this conclusion from Tom Riddle's face.

He saw Tom Riddle, the future Dark Lord with a strong collecting habit, standing on the periphery of the crowd, arms folded, looking at the students touching the orbs as if they were mentally retarded.

His eyes were clear and clear, without greed. He only looked at them lightly.

Tom didn't go out during the summer vacation. He chose to stay in school. Hoffa knew this.

He must have witnessed the process of changes in this auditorium, and he must have searched for this orb. If he could trigger changes, the heir of Slytherin might have done it long ago.

Sensing Hoffa's gaze, Tom Riddle turned his head, smiled and nodded to Hoffa.

There was not much warmth in that smile, and Hoffa withdrew his gaze.

Half an hour later, there was no reaction from the bead. It was still bright and emitted obscure magic fluctuations, but that was all.

The mystery and anticipation began to fade away, and the novelty almost disappeared. The curious young wizards who were watching shook their heads and walked to their own common room.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, Hoffa returned to the Ravenclaw lounge after nearly three months of absence.

The common room was as warm and peaceful as ever. Under the statue of Ronai Ravenclaw, some seniors were sitting reading and meditating.

After simply saying good night to his friends, Hoffa dove into his dormitory and threw himself on his bed.

Here, Hoffa finally felt a long-lost sense of relaxation and security.

It was like a prodigal son who had traveled abroad for a long time and finally returned to his hometown.

His four-poster bed seemed to still retain the temperature of last semester. Hoffa buried his head in the pillow. It seemed that he kept sinking in, falling and falling...

Hoffa's roommates also returned to the dormitory one after another. Roommates William and Antonio were intensely discussing the changes in the school.

At one moment they questioned the strength of the new dean Dumbledore, at another they excitedly talked about the beauty of the foreign teacher, and finally they chattered about the magical orb.

Hoffa rarely participated in the discussions among his roommates, especially today. He just wanted to have a good sleep and didn't care about anything else.

But in a daze, roommate William suddenly asked: "Hoffa, do you know how to use that orb?"

Hoffa yawned in confusion: "I don't know, maybe there will be some kind of successor."

heir.

Inspired, William boasted about his illustrious history with the Muggle-born Antonio.

Hoffa lay on the bed, feeling uncontrollable sleepiness overwhelm him.

Dimly, he thought of Tom Riddle and his lovely Chamber of Secrets. Dumbledore said that the orb contained the magic of Slytherin. Maybe Tom Riddle could use Parseltongue to open the orb.

Parseltongue.

snake.

Hoffa turned over glumly and exhaled.
Chapter completed!