Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

A newly graduated student took the post of a Hogwarts metamorphosis teacher, which aroused heated discussions among countless students. But they forgot that Principal Dippet hadn't finished speaking.

"quiet!"

Dippet said heavily.

After speaking, he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing.

Dumbledore, who was serving as the deputy principal, immediately got up, patted Armando on the back, and whispered something in his ear.

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

Armando Dippet shook his head, and Dumbledore pushed away with one hand, indicating that he didn't need help.

Afterwards, he straightened his waist and scanned the surroundings resolutely, saying: "This year, there is a small change.

Due to the turbulent situation in the wizarding world of various countries, the Ministry of Magic has stationed a large number of Aurors in the Forbidden Forest. Not only that, but every teacher at Hogwarts shoulders a lot of responsibility to transform the school, so I hereby announce that every teacher will invite a student to become his own teaching assistant this year. The students who serve as teaching assistants will have the resources and privileges corresponding to the teachers, but at the same time they must also shoulder related responsibilities and obligations.

For students who complete this task, the school will record this honor on your life history. I hope that every student present here can fully run for this honor.

The above is all the changes this year. "

After speaking, Principal Dippet sat down, and there was a round of applause. Hoffa followed and clapped, but couldn't help but wonder.

Teaching assistant...?

Students become teaching assistants.

This kind of thing is really unheard of.

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

"I want to be!!"

Aglaia took a knife and fork’s hand on the table and turned his head excitedly: "That must be the position that the best student can hold. Think about it, if all the teachers come to line up and invite you to become My own teaching assistant. How wonderful it would be."

She blushed with excitement, and her blue eyes stared at the teacher's desk firmly. As if already fantasizing about the pomp of the group of people standing in front of him.

Miranda and Hoffa looked at each other, and both saw each other's helplessness. Well, anyway, as long as you can prove that you are better than others, Aglaia will do everything.

It's just that this competition is not just a competition of a few second-year students. Hogwarts also has students in grades 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7, and the higher the student, the stronger it is.

Aglaia wants to stand out as a teaching assistant in the second grade, but it is not realistic.

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After Principal Dippet finished speaking, the food appeared on the table one after another, no different from usual. The food of the house elves, the familiar recipe, the familiar taste.

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

After the banquet began, the depressive atmosphere was relieved. The teacher's change made all the students whisper.

Aglaia asked in a low voice, "Is Dumbledore very good at spells? Why haven't I seen him publish a thesis on spells?"

Miranda: "To be honest, it's pretty awesome, but he doesn't like showing off personally."

Not long after the meal was eaten, Armando Dippet on the teacher's bench retired. As soon as he stood up, Dumbledore went over to support him, and the two slowly left the hall. After the principal left, the atmosphere in the auditorium became more active.

Some people even stepped off their seats boldly and turned around the bright orb in the middle of the hall. Principal Dippet didn't say a word about what this thing was and how to use it, as long as it didn't exist.

The Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table are the most active at the moment. The three Gryffindor students who have been sent to the forbidden forest seem to have become heroes. They stand high at their table and enthusiastically report to Ravenk. Rao's table toast.

"Hey, Ravenclaw, when will you also have a Dean of Gryffindor?"

The prefect of Ravenclaw was furious, and did not hesitate to pick up an orange and smash it. The orange turned into a cannonball when it flew, exploding a whole hall of yellow powder at the Gryffindor table, a few spicy granaries Fendor was in tears.

They laughed, but they did not hesitate to respond with a few fruit bombs in Ravenclaw.

And even more joyous was the Slytherin table. They whistled and waved to the staff desk excitedly, hoping to attract the attention of the new beautiful teacher.

Among them, Hoffa saw the stabbing Malfoy he met in Diagon Alley, and saw him blowing his whistle, facing Osivia at the faculty desk, showing his heart with his fingers on his chest, looking like he was awkward.

Those Slytherin voices fell in Hoffa's ears, but they seemed quite harsh.

It’s not enough to let someone be the teacher of transformation. Why should she be the teacher? Is it so difficult to find a professor who is good at transformation?

How do you want to go to the class after this?

Hoffa lowered his head and mechanically picked the pudding in front of him, sending it to his mouth one after another.

In the teacher's bench, Osivia turned a deaf ear to the call of the Slytherin table, and she did not take a few bites. Less than three minutes after Dippet walked, she got up and left the table.

The shouts of the Slytherin group finally stopped.

Dumbledore returned shortly after she left.

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 room, Dumbledore clapped his hands and stopped the crowd.

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

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

There was immediate silence around, and everyone was waiting for his explanation.

There was a pause for about five seconds.

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

The hall roared with laughter.

After laughing, Dumbledore raised a hand and suppressed the voices of the crowd.

"However, this magic item was forged by the founders of the Fourth Academy, and it contains the beliefs blessed by Gryffindor, the magic infused by Slytherin, the loyalty endorsed by Hufflepuff. And, the password of Ravenclaw's seal .

For more than 1,000 years, no one has ever really used this item, so if any of you can trigger this item, I think Principal Dippet will probably not mind. "

Don't mind?

The whole hall was in an uproar. At first everyone stayed away from this item and did not dare to step forward to touch it. But when Dumbledore said this, almost everyone couldn't bear their curiosity and stepped forward and touched the object with their hands.

Some little wizards chanted all kinds of messy spells.

XX gave me strength.

So and so and so and so and so on summoning a beast or something.

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

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, this conclusion was drawn from the face of Tom Riddle.

He saw Tom Riddle, the future dark lord with a powerful collector, standing on the periphery of the crowd, holding his arms, and looking at the students who touched the orb with the same look of mental retardation.

His eyes are clear and there is no greed. Only a light examination.

Tom didn't go out during the summer vacation. He chose to stay at school, which Hoffa knew.

He must have witnessed the process of change in this auditorium, and he must have explored this gem. If there is any change, this Slytherin heir may have done it long ago.

Perceiving Hoffa's gaze, Tom Riddle turned his head and nodded to Hoffa with a smile.

The smile was not too warm to speak of, and Hoffa withdrew his gaze.

After half an hour, the beads did not respond. It still shines brightly, still exuding obscure waves of magical power, but that's all.

The mystery and anticipation began to fade, and the freshness almost disappeared. The curious young wizards onlookers shook their heads and walked to their common room.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, Hoffa returned to the Ravenclaw lounge where he had been away for nearly three months.

The common room is as warm and quiet as ever. Under the statue of Ronay Ravenclaw, there are some seniors who are reading and meditating.

After simply saying goodnight to a friend, Hoffa headed into his dormitory and threw himself on his bed.

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

It is as if a prodigal son who has traveled for a long time has finally returned to his hometown.

His four-poster bed seemed to retain the temperature of last semester, and Hoffa buried his head in the pillow. It seems that I have been stuck in this way, falling and falling...

Hoffa’s roommates also answered the dormitory one after another, and roommates William and Antonio are discussing the changes in the school intensively.

For a while they questioned the strength of the new Dean Dumbledore, and for a while they talked excitedly about the beauty of the foreign teacher, and finally they chatted about the magical orb.

Hoffa seldom participates in the discussion of the roommates, especially today, he just wants to sleep well and don't care about anything.

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

Hoffa yawned in the mist: "I don't know, maybe there will be something like heirs."

Heir.

William, who was inspired, talked about his distinguished history with Antonio, who was born in Muggle.

Hoffa was lying on the bed, uncontrollable sleepiness flooded him.

In the dimness, he thought of Tom Riddle and his lovely secret room. Dumbledore said that the orb contained the magic of Slytherin. Maybe Tom Riddle could open the orb in a snake-like voice.

Snake voice.

snake.

Hoffa rolled over glumly and exhaled.

There are snakes everywhere.