Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

In the auditorium.

Yang An was not surprised by the attention focused on him.

On the contrary, it would be strange if students remained indifferent after so many major events happened during the summer vacation.

Yang An said nothing as he walked towards the Slytherin's seat.

Under the spotlight.

It feels like he is about to ascend the throne and be crowned king.

It’s not just about who stands up first.

The sound of chairs rubbing against the floor was heard one after another.

The Slytherin students began to stand up one by one. Their figures were as tall as pine trees, and their dark green robes made them look like a dark green forest.

Their eyes followed Yang An as he walked down the stage.

“Pah, pah. Pah!”

The applause came suddenly and spread quickly.

Yang An raised a smile and nodded to the Slytherin students who were clapping vigorously.

The Dark Lord was defeated, and Slytherin fell into despair for fourteen years. But now, a new and greater being is about to appear and lead Slytherin to the pinnacle.
Of course, this is just what some Slytherin brats think.

Yang An knew very well that there was no way he could succeed if he stood among a very small number of people, and he would not become the leader of the so-called pure-bloods.

But now, just look at the Slytherin's eager eyes and warm applause.

Yang An's glory as the number one in Slytherin House will never be matched.

The applause continued until Yang An came to his seat, waved his hands to the people around him, and then sat down, and then it gradually subsided.

On the stage, Dumbledore stared at Yang An who was sitting down for a long time. He waited until he sat down before he coughed.

"Students, please look over here."

The only Gryffindors who didn't applaud all looked at their headmaster with expectant eyes.

Most likely he hoped to hear from Dumbledore that the achievements of Yang An reported in the Daily Prophet were all false.

Students from the other three colleges also looked towards the stage.

The whole place fell silent again.

Dumbledore, wearing a silver wizard robe, slowly looked around, with a hint of seriousness under his silver moon-like glasses.

"Too many things have happened this summer. We and the whole world have suffered great misfortune and trauma. Dear students, please stand up and follow me in mourning for those who unfortunately died in this Quidditch World Cup."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Professor McGonagall was the first to stand up from the teacher's seat, followed by Professor Flitwick of Ravenclaw and Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff, and finally everyone stood up.

Of course, there was an empty seat in the teacher's seat, and no one was sitting there.

That was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's seat.

Yang An also stood up, and the whole place fell silent.

Three full minutes passed without anyone making a sound. After all, this was a very serious matter. The British wizarding community was not large and many people knew each other. Among the casualties, more than fifty were British or Irish wizards.

It can be said that many people have known someone who left because of this.

Until three minutes later.

"Everyone may take a seat," said Dumbledore.

The students sat down in scattered groups and continued to look at Dumbledore.

"Mr. Headmaster, we really want to know if Yang from Slytherin really stopped the spread of the Fiendfyre?"

A brave Gryffindor spoke up.

Harry looked towards the source of the voice in surprise. It was Colin Creevey.

The freshman who was a year younger than him.

Harry had a deep impression of him. Colin was one of the victims of the Chamber of Secrets incident. Although he had been pestering Harry and causing him great distress when he first entered school, it was undeniable that Colin was a passionate and brave person.

Now this third-year student, who was once a fanatical admirer of Harry and also a photography enthusiast, raised his hand and quickly asked Dumbledore.

Everyone else was surprised by the boy's courage.

"That matter."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and glanced at the students in the stage who were listening attentively with their eyes burning in their eyes.

"Yes."

Dumbledore finally nodded, and he said to everyone, "Mr. Yang An used his extraordinary talent and extraordinary courage to successfully stop the spread of the Fiendfyre. I saw it with my own eyes."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire auditorium seemed to explode.

Countless chattering sounds were heard.

Looking at the Gryffindor side, they were all wailing. They found it hard to believe, but with Dumbledore's proof, no one would question it.

Looking at the Slytherin students, they were like boiling water, cheering and leaping for joy, with pairs of scorching eyes looking at Yang An, who had a calm expression.

Yang An raised his head and nodded to Dumbledore who was looking over here.

He didn't expect Colin to have the courage to ask directly.

Although Dumbledore's admission was unexpected to him, it seemed reasonable.

Dumbledore couldn't lie in front of so many people, not to mention that Snape was watching him. If Dumbledore denied it, Snape would definitely not agree.

So Dumbledore could only admit that it was Yang An who put out the Fiendfyre.

But Yang An saw a smile on Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore doesn't seem to be worried about the impact of this incident?

Before Yang An could think about it, he saw Dumbledore raised his wand and pointed it at his throat, "Quiet!"

The resonant voice immediately suppressed all the commotion and discussion.

Everyone's eyes fell on Dumbledore again.

Looking at Dumbledore again, he cleared his throat and smiled, "For Yang An's outstanding and brave behavior, I should have given Slytherin an extra 300 points as a commendation."

Upon hearing this, the Slytherin students all widened their eyes and waited excitedly.

After all, they have missed the House Cup for three consecutive years, which is a shame for Slytherin students who value honor and reputation.

"but."

Dumbledore said lightly, "This incident happened during the summer vacation, and school was not in session, so I can't reward Yang with credits."

"Eh!"

Upon hearing this, the Slytherin students all let out a groaning tone.

The other houses also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the semester had just begun. If Slytherin could lead by 300 points right from the start, it would basically secure its place in the house cup.

There is no need for the other three colleges to compete.

"But I personally admire Yang An's extraordinary magic. Even I can't put out those fierce flames easily." Dumbledore spoke again.

Now everyone was surprised.

You should know that Dumbledore is the most powerful white wizard and a banner in the hearts of wizards in Britain and even the world.

Dumbledore actually said that he was not as good as a student, what a joke.

But Yang An had a bad feeling. He remained silent and stared at Dumbledore, wanting to see what he would say.

Yang An's eyes accidentally swept across the vacant Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's seat. A sudden thought came to his mind.

This old Deng wouldn't do that.
"There is a piece of news that I regretfully have to inform everyone."

Dumbledore changed the subject and talked about something else.

"Currently, the school has sent invitations to many well-known wizards, inviting them to come and serve as Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. Unfortunately, most wizards have refused."

"That is to say, up to this year, I have not found a suitable candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore winked at the students below the stage.

Soon, some smart people thought of something.

"You mean, you want Yang An." Even Professor McGonagall, who had been silent, was a little shocked. She asked Dumbledore in a low voice.

Before more and more students in the audience guessed what Dumbledore wanted to say, Dumbledore spoke.

"So, I think that with Yang An's talent in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he is qualified to be a substitute teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course!"

"Until I find a more suitable candidate to take over as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Dumbledore smiled at Yang An who was sitting below and invited him, "I wonder if Yang An would like to share your outstanding experience with the students?"

The whole place fell silent.

But soon the place became noisy again, and everyone had a different expression.

Although some people guessed what Dumbledore meant, they were still shocked when they heard that Dumbledore wanted a fourth-year student to serve as a substitute teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The teachers in the teaching seats also had different expressions.

Professor McGonagall looked surprised, Snape narrowed his eyes with a dark expression, and Hagrid, who was still teaching the magical creatures class, had a bewildered look on his face. However, as Dumbledore's most loyal follower, he certainly believed in Dumbledore's choice unconditionally.

"Oh my god, let a fourth grader teach us sixth graders? What a joke."

"That's right. Even if he extinguished the Fiendfyre, he wouldn't be the best choice to be a teacher."

There are frequent voices of doubt.

Of course there were voices of approval, and the Slytherin students were the most excited.

"I support this decision."

"Yes, it's not surprising that Yang is a teacher given his abilities."

"The principal is wise!"

There was complete silence on the Gryffindor side.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other.

"Well." Harry said with difficulty, "I think Headmaster Dumbledore is too sudden."

Hermione pursed her lips, shook her head and looked worried. "I don't doubt Yang's ability. In fact, his ability has long surpassed those graduates. He can be a professor. But Harry, do you remember the curse?"

Harry paused when he heard this, "You said that a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher can't teach curses for more than a year?"

Hermione nodded, worry evident on her face, "Although many people say this is nonsense and the Dark Lord never cast this curse, but..."

Hearing this, Harry suddenly felt complicated.

I feel happy, worried, and a little ashamed.

Because he had just heard Hermione say that.

My first thought was 'Ah, Yang An will be gone in a year, this is great!'

But then Harry realized why he had such an evil thought. He shouldn't think like that. After all, Yang was actually a nice person.

no matter what.

The vortex of the storm was concentrated on Yang An's side.

Many people turned their heads to look at him, wanting to see what he would do, whether he would really accept this position and become the first person in the history of Hogwarts to serve as a professor while being a student. No, it should be said that he would serve as a substitute teacher.

"I bet this incident will be recorded in the history of Hogwarts."

The Gryffindor twins did not react as strongly as their classmates. If Harry just thought Yang An was okay, then Fred and George thought Yang An was great.

So they were not disgusted with Yang An being the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Instead, they thought it was not bad. Just think about it, isn’t it very interesting?

Where is Yang An?

He was thinking quickly.

Why did Dumbledore do this?
He didn't believe that he couldn't find a suitable teacher, but he still had Mad-Eyes. Little Batty was now controlled by Yang An and didn't cause trouble for Mad-Eyes.

Then why didn't Dumbledore choose a veteran wizard to be a professor, but instead found him?

You can't really want to use the Dark Lord's curse to drive him away, that's too ridiculous.

Or maybe. Goblet of Fire?
No, Yang An shook his head. It was just a Goblet of Fire. To prevent him from participating, they asked him to be a teacher. That was too ridiculous.

In short, the thinking was fruitless.

Yang An felt that he should agree to it. After all, being a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would not be difficult for him and it would also add an outstanding resume.

This matter has hundreds of benefits and no harm.

Even if Dumbledore wanted to do something, Yang An could talk about it when the time came.

After all, Dumbledore belongs to the good and lawful camp. As long as it does not cross the bottom line, such as completely subverting the wizarding world or releasing his old lover, Dumbledore will act according to the rules and will not do anything shady.

The thought only lasted for a brief second. Yang An quickly stood up under the gaze of everyone and bowed slightly to Dumbledore.

"I am willing to follow the principal's arrangements."

Dumbledore nodded and said with a gentle smile, "It seems that we have a young teacher."

No matter what others think.

Finally, at Dumbledore's invitation, Yang An sat down in the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's seat.

And this news will surely spread throughout the entire magical world soon.

When the banquet was over, Dumbledore, perhaps feeling that the students had not been surprised enough today, announced another thing.

"Quidditch will not be held this year."

"The reason is that we are about to usher in another ancient and passionate sport, the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Hogwarts will welcome students from two other schools in Europe to compete with us to determine the ultimate winner and receive the honor of the Goblet of Fire!"

The students were already well fed, and their fatigue and sleepiness had dissipated.

"Now, the colleges can leave."

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Yang An, who was sitting still in the teacher's seat, and smiled, "Mr. Yang, please come with me to the principal's office. We still need to discuss your specific treatment for this matter."

"It's the principal."

After passing through a long corridor and a spiral staircase, Yang An and Dumbledore finally arrived at the headmaster's office.

As soon as I opened the door, the principal's office became noisy like a boiling pot.

A bunch of images of past school principals are being hotly discussed.

I guess it’s about Yang An becoming a teacher?

These murals spread information quite quickly.

As soon as they saw the principal's office door open, they all fell silent.

Dumbledore turned his head and made an invitation gesture to Yang An, "Please come in. I hope I won't disturb you for too long. I guess what you need now is a soft bed, not a long lecture from an old man."

(End of this chapter)