The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 685 Dumbledore Has Something To Say
The train finally arrived at Hogsmeade Station.

The students who had just got off the train were immediately doused by the cold rain outside, shivering from the cold.

What the hell!

December has never been so cold.

Albert, who had just got off the train, felt a chill rushing towards his face, and he exhaled a big mouthful of hot air.

However, Albert had already made preparations. He had already put on a thick cloak and a raincoat on himself, and raised his magic wand to support the umbrella to block the cold rain falling from above his head.

It's all the dementors' fault!
It must be the activities of those guys that caused the chill on this scale, otherwise how could the platform be frozen in the current weather.

What the hell!

Are all wizards in such a good physique?

After being drenched in the rain like this, they didn't catch a collective cold?

"First graders come here!"

At one end of the platform, Hagrid was holding a lantern, waving to the panic-stricken new students, who were about to take them on the traditional journey across the lake.

The rest of the students huddled together and shivered, and rushed towards the carriage line on the street under the rain. They couldn't wait to board the carriage and head to the warm Hogwarts Castle.

Albert easily found Fred, George, and Lee Jordan. All three of them mastered the trick of using magic wands to conjure umbrellas. They were waiting for him at the side of the platform, especially conspicuous among the shivering crowd.

"Oh my God, you're so well prepared."

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan all stared dumbfoundedly at the fully armed Albert.

"I've long guessed that the dementors would make the weather at Hogwarts look like this." Albert raised his finger and pointed to the sky above everyone's heads, signaling the three to look up.

Dementors were looming through the rain, watching the train platform from above.

"Azkaban must be terrible!" George muttered under his breath.

"Come on, don't fall behind."

The crowd walked through the rough and muddy path, and finally found the carriage on the streets of Hogsmeade. The students hurried to the carriage they had chosen, and quickly got into the carriage, as if they wanted to keep the rain and cold outside the carriage.

After the four of them got into the car, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even if they opened their umbrellas, some of their robes were soaked by the rain, not to mention those unlucky ones who were completely soaked, probably shivering in the corner of the car right now!
"It's really choking!"

Fred could not help shivering as he smelled the musty and straw smell in the air.

Albert took out his wand, evaporated the wet rainwater on the robes for the three of them, and reminded: "You guys better take the time to learn this, some magic is still very useful, and it can be used to invent similar magic props in the future. I think most students will be willing to spend some money to buy this thing, and it always rains during the school season.”

"You're right, the other unlucky ones who got wet by the rain will definitely buy it for a reason." Both Fred and George felt that this thing should have a market, and if there is a market, it means that there will be money to be made.

The carriage drove towards the castle, and when it passed the gate of Hogwarts school, Albert saw two tall dementors wearing cloaks standing guard on both sides of the gate.

An inexplicable chill hit the carriage.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan didn't seem to notice, they were pointing at the dementors outside the carriage, maybe it was Albert who was sitting beside him, giving them full courage.

The carriage traveled down the long, sloping drive and eventually stopped in front of the castle.

The four got out of the carriage one after another, held up their umbrellas and joined the crowd rushing to the stone steps.

After walking through the huge oak door, the chill in the air was only dispelled by the torches on the wall.

Albert followed the crowd to the hall, and glanced at the candles suspended in mid-air. These magical candles were enchanted so that there would be no wax dripping from their heads, otherwise it would have been a different scene.

Albert found a seat and sat down. When he looked up at the teacher's seat, he discovered something interesting.Their Potions professor, Snape, had been staring at the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and distorted anger and loathing appeared on his thin, sallow face.

"Look at the teacher's seat." Albert said softly, "Our Potions professor seems to know the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

"It's not just because the professorship of Defense Against the Dark Arts was robbed." Fred looked a little gloating, and Snape's unhappiness was the source of their happiness.

"I suspect they have a grudge," George added in a low voice.

"Perhaps, Snape was robbed of his girlfriend by the other party." Li Jordan guessed maliciously, "Otherwise, there would be no such unforgettable hatred."

"Can Snape find a girlfriend?" Fred and George doubted.

"Don't forget, Snape received Valentine's chocolates." Albert reminded the three of them kindly.

This made the three of them shut up immediately, they were afraid that Snape would find out if they laughed out loud.

"Ahem, where did you say Professor McGonagall went?" Fred looked at Professor Flitwick who entered the auditorium with an old hat and a three-legged stool, and quickly changed the subject.

"Probably...to take Harry to the school hospital," speculated George, noticing that there was an empty seat next to Ron, and that Harry Potter wasn't in the Great Hall at the moment.

"Quiet, the sorting ceremony is about to begin."

Albert quietly looked at the sorting hat on the three-legged stool, recalling his memories of sorting.

Gryffindor.

Nothing bad.

Albert actually didn't care about the sorting. He was a little hungry and regretted not having a snack just now.

Most of the students in the hall probably don't have much patience for the sorting ceremony, and wish they could skip this damn ceremony and start enjoying the big meal.

it is finally over.

After the sorting ceremony was over, Albert also heaved a sigh of relief. He heard a whisper behind him. He followed everyone back and found that they were all looking at Harry, discussing the famous Harry Potter's insanity. The thing that passed out in front of the strange one.

However, we soon ran out of time to talk about Harry Potter.

At the teacher's seat, the headmaster stood up and spoke.

"welcome!"

Dumbledore routinely spread his arms and said, "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! Welcome to our old students - before you get dazzled by delicious food, I have something very serious to tell you all say clearly."

All the whispers disappeared, and the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

Dumbledore seldom talked nonsense before the banquet started, and he spoke now, obviously to say something very important.

"The dementors from Azkaban will perform the official duties of the Ministry of Magic at Hogwarts." Dumbledore cleared his throat and warned sternly: "During their stay here, anyone who has not Do not leave the school without permission."

"Don't play tricks with the dementors, and don't try to deceive them with disguises, not even the invisibility cloak, they don't understand what a request or an excuse is by nature." When Dumbledore said this, he still looked at Harry. Leigh glanced over there, and continued, "I hope the prefects, as well as our newly appointed Presidents of the Boys and Girls, will make sure that no student will ever run afoul of a dementor."

"Please don't give the dementors an excuse to hurt you, okay?"

When Dumbledore mentioned the President of the Student Union, Percy couldn't help puffing out his chest, as if he wanted to let people see the badge of the President of the Student Union on his chest.

"I feel like Dumbledore is talking about you." George touched Albert's ribs with his elbow and said with a smile, "He just looked this way."

"You are overthinking." Albert said calmly.

"Someone put a Patronus in the face of a dementor when they disagreed."

"I think if you encounter dementors in Hogsmeade, you might do the same." Lee Jordan had such an expression, "Directly summon the Patronus to drive them away."

"Don't be stupid, I dare say that this year the school will send professors to Hogsmeade Village to watch, and nothing will happen there." Albert did not hide his dislike of dementors, he believed that no one would Love those monsters.

"...Two new teachers have joined our team." Dumbledore continued, "The first is Professor Lupine, who agreed to fill in the vacancy in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Speaking of which, there are still people who dare to apply for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Maybe, he needs this decent job. Professor Lupine doesn't look like a rich man." Albert calmly analyzed, "If he has a good teaching level but can't find a job, something is wrong. It's very doubtful."

"What is doubtful."

"identity."

"Identity? You think there is something wrong with Professor Lupine. Is he really Sirius Black in disguise?"

"It shouldn't be, otherwise Dumbledore will definitely find something is wrong."

"... Rubeus Hagrid has come to fill the vacancy, and he has agreed to be a teacher in addition to his job as a gamekeeper."

"Don't get too excited, Hagrid may know a lot about magical beasts, but he is definitely not a qualified professor." Albert looked at the three who were applauding, and poured cold water on them abruptly.

"That biting book sure doesn't look right!" muttered Fred.

"Think of all the cuties Hagrid had, God knows what's going to come up in his classes."

"Three-headed dog."

"Fire dragon."

"Acromantula."

"Oh, my God, that's not such a good idea," Fred muttered under his breath. "He's not actually getting acromanders in class, is he?"

He hates those big spiders.

"Probably not."

No one really got acromantia in the classroom.

"Fortunately, after this year, we don't have to take protection of magical creatures anymore."

"...Now let's eat!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden plates and goblets in front of them were suddenly filled with food and drinks, and the table even groaned overwhelmed.

When Albert was cutting a piece of steak, Nick, who was almost headless, floated over and said to Albert with a smile, "You really became a prefect."

"Thank you."

"Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you, the password: it is a lucky star."

"That's the good thing about prefects," Lee Jordan joked.

"Shut up and eat your potatoes."

After everyone had eaten and drank enough, the auditorium gradually became noisy. Dumbledore said a few more words and asked everyone to go back to rest.

"See you later." After bidding farewell to Fred, George and Lee Jordan, Albert walked to the end of the long Gryffindor table and shouted towards the table, "First graders, please go this way!"

This time, Albert and Shannah didn't take the wrong path. After walking out of the restaurant, they climbed up the marble stairs, and honestly walked the path that Percy took them back then.

Albert led the new student through doors concealed behind sliding panels and hanging draperies, and trudged up many stairs until he finally came to the portrait of the Fat Lady at the end of the corridor.

"Password?"

"A lucky star is shining."

"This is the common room of Gryffindor." Albert introduced to the freshmen, "You will live here in the future."

"I'll leave it to you girls," he told Zanna.

"Okay," Shanna said behind her. "Come on, girls."

Albert led the boys to their dormitory. If Percy hadn't mentioned it to him on the train, he wouldn't know where the freshmen's dormitory was.

After finally finishing his work, Albert returned to the dormitory with tired steps.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a fat cat squatting on the table and staring at him, with resentful eyes as if saying: I'm hungry.

(End of this chapter)