Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"You know Professor Flitwick—he's always enthusiastic, but sometimes a little too enthusiastic..."

"Professor McGonagall is very serious, but we can tell you in private... if you can join the Gryffindor Quidditch team, she will become much more talkative."

"Professor Sprout is a very gentle elder, but it's best not to go to her greenhouse when you're playing a prank, otherwise the results won't be very good. Charlie said that he would rather face a dragon that's been hungry for two days than face an angry Professor Sprout."

"Bat-spirit... Oh, I mean Professor Snape - he's the head of Slytherin House. He'll deduct points from Gryffindor when he gets angry... Everyone hates him except the Slytherin students."

"Principal Dumbledore? We don't know much about him, but I've heard from my father that he is the greatest wizard of our time and the most feared opponent of He Who Must Not Be Named. He has performed many legendary deeds in the past and even defeated the first Dark Lord himself!"

Finally, Ryan noticed the last of all the professors.

That is the young professor who wears a turban and looks a little timid.

"That's Professor Quirinus Quirrell - this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Dad is obsessed with his Muggle Studies books."

George said knowingly.

"Quilliros Quirrell?"

Ryan also recalled the name - he followed Professor Flitwick to Diagon Alley and heard the clerk 'Julius' mention the professor in Flourish and Blotts bookstore.

He remembered Julius mentioned that on the same day Ryan went to Diagon Alley, Professor Quirrell also went to Flourish and Blotts to buy teaching materials, and seemed to be very close to Mr. Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy...do you mean Draco Malfoy's father or elder?"

Ryan felt something was strange.

It is not difficult to guess what kind of person Draco's father and elders are from his words and deeds.

So it was hard for him to understand that a wizard working in Muggle Studies would be so close to a purist lunatic.

And then, Ryan learned from the twins a piece of news that he thought was abnormal.

"You're saying that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts changes every year!?"

Ryan's eyes widened.

"Yes—last year's professor was Professor Asprey Delors. While on vacation in Finland during the summer vacation, he was attacked by a cave troll and lost an arm and a leg."

"Professor Terrell was even worse off two years ago..."

The Gemini recounted the experiences of the two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors they had experienced.

Simply put, their results were not good.

And as far as Gemini knows, this situation has been going on for a long time.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts changes every year, perhaps because of illness, important matters, injury, or even death.

It's almost become a new 'tradition' at Hogwarts!

Of course, there have been rumors in recent years that this tradition will not last long - because even with the treatment and salary of Hogwarts professors, it is now difficult to recruit suitable candidates for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

For a moment, Ryan didn't even know what to say.

That's Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

In his opinion, this was almost one of the most important courses in the entire Hogwarts.

As far as he knew, even in this era a thousand years later, dark wizards had never disappeared - wasn't the appearance of two generations of Dark Lords in just a hundred years proof of that?

After roughly asking about the teaching quality and content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Ryan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"I don't know."

"I still remember Hogwarts back then, that vibrant and vibrant scene, where everything thrives. It's still vivid in my mind."

"All the Dark wizards who hear the name of Hogwarts are like mice hearing the meow of a cat - if they don't piss themselves on the spot, they're probably drinking less butterbeer."

"but now..."

He cursed out loud in frustration, "If you can't handle a situation like this properly, how can you run Hogwarts?"

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The Weasley twins looked at each other, wondering why Ryan suddenly said this.

But they didn't have time to ask.

"Ryan...uh, I mean, Elias."

A voice interrupted their conversation.

Ryan turned his head and saw a little witch standing behind him.

"...Miss Hermione Granger?"

Ryan naturally recognized her - Miss Otter who was looking for Toad on the train.

Hermione nodded, then whispered, "Well... I came to express my gratitude to you..."

"Feel sorry?"

The voice was too quiet and Ryan couldn't hear it clearly.

"I say thank you!"

So Hermione's voice got a little louder.

"Outside the auditorium, you..."

She didn't continue, but Ryan naturally recalled it - wasn't she the 'mudblood' that Malfoy scolded outside the hall?

"You're welcome—just call me Ryan."

Ryan waved his hand gently, motioning Hermione to sit down.

"Okay, so... Ryan, that spell you used in front of the Great Hall—Silencio—means 'silent and soundless,' right?"

As soon as Hermione sat down, she asked curiously, "Is that also a spell you saw in the book?"

"To be precise, the correct way to pronounce this spell is Silen-ci-o, with two pauses in between to roll the tongue, otherwise the spell will fail."

Ryan generously offered his advice: "As for this spell, I did see it in a book - Ronald Copping's book, 'A Brief Analysis of Spells'."

Ryan even knew that the prototype of this spell should be from the commonly used spell "All Sounds Are Silence" from thousands of years ago, but the effect of that spell was much stronger.

For example, Ryan had seen Ravenclaw use this spell to make all the sounds on a mountain disappear.

It is worth mentioning that the reason why Ravenclaw did this at the time was to allow him to "quietly comprehend the depths of magic."

“Silence is conducive to thinking.”

Ryan still remembers the words of the great witch at that time.

But Ryan's answer made Hermione's eyes light up.

She enjoys reading, but most of her peers don't.

She had rarely met anyone like Ryan—he was even more widely read than she was.

"Do you have that book... I mean, can I borrow it?"

This made Hermione feel frustrated and unwilling to accept it, but at the same time, she also felt a joy that was almost the same as discovery.

"Of course, but if you want to read a book about spells, I recommend..."

The two of them chatted back and forth, leaving the Geminis looking at each other in bewilderment.

They weren't big readers—in fact, most Gryffindors weren't very fond of them.

But obviously...the two in front of me are exceptions.

"Oh, Fred, maybe we were wrong about Ryan - maybe being friends with him isn't such a good idea."

"George, my brother, I think so too...but it may be too late to say that now."

But soon, their conversation was interrupted by sudden cheers from the table.

"We have Potter!"

"We have Potter!"

Chapter 20 The Sorting Ceremony is Over, Hogwarts Ghosts!

Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor.

Ryan was also able to see more clearly this boy who was destined to leave his name in the history of magic in recent years.

He had seen the other person before outside the auditorium, but he didn't see him clearly.

And this time, he saw it clearly.

He is thin and weak, not very tall, wears round-frame glasses, and doesn't look like anything special.

If it weren't for the lightning-shaped scar that was faintly visible between the other person's hair.

Ryan even doubted whether the contents of the newspapers and books he read were false reports.

"It was such a little boy who defeated the so-called Dark Lord?"

Ryan couldn't help but doubt the value of the Dark Lord again.

After Harry, his friend Ron Weasley, whom Ryan had met once in Diagon Alley, was also assigned to Gryffindor.

The latter's face was a little pale and seemed a little excited.

After the last young wizard, Blaise Zabini, was assigned to Slytherin House, the sorting ceremony finally came to an end.

Professor McGonagall took the Sorting Hat and returned to the head table, where she sat next to Dumbledore.

When the Sorting Hat was placed on the table, Ryan even saw the hat bend its brim again and bow to him.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up from the table again.

Looking at the energetic little wizards chatting below, the old man's face was full of a happy and kind smile.

It was as if the scene in front of him was the one that made him happiest.

He raised his hand without any unnecessary words.

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year. Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words - Idiot! Crybaby! Twister! Trash!"

"thank you all!"