"Hmph, Malfoy, are you teasing me?" Shabini said disdainfully, "The bright future? Do you mean to join the Ministry of Magic like your father? Well, for ordinary wizards, the Ministry of Magic may be a good place to go. But I can't see how promising it can be in the Ministry of Magic. Your father can become the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department with his own qualifications, and even if you enter the Ministry of Magic, you can only start with a small employee - think about the Weasleys' family, they also have a director."

"Shabini, it's not your fault for short-sightedness." Malfoy said with his eyes closed. "The Ministry of Magic has more and more functions and more power. In the future, the Ministry of Magic will play a very important role. Maybe I will apply to leave school early next year."

"What did you say? Maybe you will leave school early next year." Pansi asked angrily, and immediately stopped combing Malfoy's hair.

"Yes, you will never know," Malfoy said with a hint of smug smile. "I'm going to do something more important than passing a few more n.e.w.ts."

Shabini obviously didn't like Malfoy's mysterious tone, "Come on, Malfoy. The current Minister of Magic is Dumbledore! He won't let you master more departments-and others don't know, but I know very well."

Shabini lowered his voice, but everyone in the car could hear him clearly: "The Dark Lord has returned, and his Death Eaters betrayed the master they swore to be loyal to forever, Malfoy, are you really not afraid of the Dark Lord's revenge?"

Gal and Crab seemed a little scared, while Pansy looked at Malfoy in a daze.

"It has nothing to do with you, Shabini." Malfoy straightened his body, stood up, pulled open the sleeve of his left hand, revealing a strange pattern on his wrist.

"Dark Mark?" Shabini's eyes widened, "How is this possible? Haven't you betrayed him?"

"Look clearly, Shabini," said Malfoy. "This is not a Dark Mark."

Shabini calmed down and realized that the pattern on Malfoy's wrist was a little different from the black magic mark - this was a black snake biting his tail, and his body formed a ring.

"This is the mark of the Ourobosnake," Malfoy said proudly. "This is a brand new organization, and our leaders will replace the Dark Lord."

"What are you talking about crazy things?" said Shabini. "I don't think anyone can compete with the Dark Lord. Even if he has no subordinates, he is still the most terrifying dark wizard in the world. Dumbledore can't compete with him head-on. I don't know who the leader you mentioned is, but I can only say that he is crazy, you are crazy, Malfoy."

"I don't expect everyone to understand the greatness of the organization. The organization will not consider absorbing useless guys like you, Shabini." Malfoy said, "Do you think I told you so much to invite you to join? I want to tell you that you are really worthless-I know you have been secretly competing with me to surpass me. Do you think you are better than me if Slughorn invites you?"

Malfoy put his face close to Shabini and said in an annoying tone: "Be your good slug baby."

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"This is the first time that Dumbledore's opening party is not available. I feel really uncomfortable." Ron bit a chicken leg voraciously, and his left hand still reached over to grab a pack of French fries.

"I feel you're adapting well. Ron." Dean Thomas watched helplessly as Ron snatched the last piece of fried chicken.

Harry had no appetite, "Did you hear it? The Sorting Hat said just now that we wanted us to face the common enemy. Does this mean that danger is coming?"

"Okay, Harry. Don't be too careful. If you don't eat, you'll be gone." Ron said with his mouth full of food.

Harry stretched out his hand at the fries thoughtfully, but before he could get it, they were gone, replaced by desserts.

"Look, you missed it again." Ron reached for a large piece of chocolate cake.

Harry had to grab a piece of honey pie.

Dean said, "Have you heard that this year, Aurors actually guarded the entrances and exits of the school, and Hogwarts' security level has risen by two levels."

"This is really good news," Neville said. "After all, Hogwarts has had several accidents."

Harry seemed a little embarrassed, and those accidents seemed to have something to do with him.

"Look, Harry, Hagrid is waving to us, he is back!" Ron said.

Harry looked at the staff's dining table, and Hagrid was indeed waving at him, and he smiled at Hagrid. Hagrid and the majestic Professor McGonagall always seemed very inconsistent. Professor McGonagall was the dean of Gryffindor. When they sat together, her head was only between Hagrid's elbows and shoulders. At this moment, she saw Hagrid greetings so enthusiastically, showing a dissatisfaction.

Harry was surprised to see that the divination teacher Professor Trelawney was sitting on the other side of Hagrid.

"Stop watching, since Umbridge got out, Hager and Trelawny have been reinstated." Ron's voice was a little helpless, "Fortunately, we don't have to take her class this year, and we don't have to go to the Forbidden Forest to do such a dangerous thing."

Ron made some sense, and Harry knew very well that he was talking about Hagrid's little brother.

"Good evening everyone!" Principal Sklinger in the center of the rostrum stood up. The lion-like man's voice was loud and full of energy.

"As the new principal of Hogwarts, this is my first time attending this opening banquet. Here I wish all teachers and students to successfully achieve their goals in the new year."

“This year, we are delighted to welcome a new teacher, Professor Slughorn,”

Slughorn stood up, his bare head shining in candlelight, and his big vest-wearing belly cast a large shadow on the table.

"He was also my teacher, and his colleague of Minister Dumbledore at Hogwarts. Under the persuasion of Minister Dumbledore, he agreed to return to his old position and serve as a potion teacher."

“Poil class?”

“Poil class?”

This word echoed throughout the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong.

"Thank you told us," Ron said, pointing to the others who couldn't figure it out, "Or we'll be like them now."

"At the same time, Professor Snape," Sclinger raised his voice overwhelmed the discussion, "will serve as the teacher of the Dark Magic Defense Arts class."

Snape sat on Sclerer's right side. He did not stand up when he heard Sclerer mention his name, but just raised one hand lazily to indicate that he heard the cheers on Slytherin's dining table.

"It's really unlucky, Harry," said Ron. "Snape teaches the Dark Magic defense—it sounds worse than Umbridge coaches. I've decided to give up the Dark Magic defense course."

Harry seemed a little melancholy. He only passed four courses in the ordinary wizard level exam, among which astronomy was barely passed and could not pass Professor Sinista's request. If he did not choose the Black Magic Defense Arts class, he would not have many courses to choose. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!