"What are you doing! Put your wand down, and you look around! I'm talking about you, Gerald." With Silver's stern scolding, the overly lively freshman finally took back his wand - this kid poked the Hedge who was pulling the carriage with his wand.

"Suarez! What are you doing? You are a wizard. Even if you want to fight, you can't bite others. Come down and get on this carriage."

"Ballotelli, look where you are! Pay attention, you almost got hit by a carriage!"

...

"This year's freshman will have a lot of trouble, I'm so exhausted." Silver wiped away the sweat beads from her forehead and sat in the carriage. Hermione and Parvati pushed away the sweaty Silver in disgust.

"You can't treat me like this, Padma! Look at your sister and Hermione. If it weren't for me, you would have been covered in sweat." Silver looked innocent.

The three girls laughed.

"I haven't blamed you for making bad things from it, so that I can't be the chief. Do you still want to take credit in front of me?" Hermione said with a straight face, "I really want to be the chief."

"In order to protect Gryffindor's tradition of violating school rules, I must formally dismiss Miss Granger's request." Silver said in an accent, but soon he regretted it.

"What are you doing Hermione? Be gentle, don't call here, Padma, why don't you help me hold her-"

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Carriages lined up, creaking and shaking on the road. They passed the tall stone pillars on both sides of the gate leading to the school grounds, with winged boars on top of the pillars. Hogwarts Castle was vaguely getting closer and closer: towering towers looked even darker against the dark night sky, and occasionally a window could be seen shooting bright red light on the top of their heads.

The carriage was stopped by the stone steps leading to the oak gate, and the students who came down from the carriage hurriedly walked up the stone steps and entered the castle. The hall was red with torches, and the sound of the students' footsteps echoed. They walked through the stone floor and walked towards the two gates leading to the auditorium to the right, where the school banquet was held.

The auditorium was filled with four long college dining tables. The dark ceiling without stars was on it, exactly the same as the sky outside they saw through the high windows. Candles floated over the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and illuminating the excited faces of the students. They were talking happily, exchanging news during the summer vacation, greeting friends from other colleges loudly, and examining each other's new hairstyles and new clothes.

"Who is that?" the old students whispered, and from time to time they pointed their hands at the middle of the teacher's desk.

Dumbledore sat on the golden high-back chair in the middle of the long faculty desk, wearing a dark purple robe covered with silver stars and a matching hat.

Next to him was a woman who spoke to his ear. The woman was short and fat, with short gray-brown hair with a very ugly big pink bow on it. It matched the fluffy pink cardigan she covered with her robe. She had a pale, toad-like face and a pair of eyes with loose eyelids and raised eyes. The woman picked up a high-legged wine glass and drank the wine, but her eyes glanced at the Gryffindor table, and finally stopped on Harry Potter.

A few seconds later, the door leading to the hall opened, and a long team of freshmen led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall held a stool in his hand, with an ancient wizard hat on it, which was covered with various patches. There was a wide crack next to the brim of the hat that was worn and frayed.

The buzzing conversation in the auditorium gradually subsided. First-year students lined up in front of the faculty desks, facing classmates from other grades.

Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them and retreated to the back. The faces of the freshmen were shining pale under the candlelight. A little boy in the middle of the team seemed to be trembling. The teachers and students in the school held their breath and waited.

Suddenly, the crack next to the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the branch hat sang loudly:

I was still a new hat a long time ago.

Hogwarts had not been built yet,

The four founders of the noble school,

I thought they would never part ways.

The same goal connects them together.

The wishes of each other are so the same:

To build the best magic school in the world,

Let their knowledge be passed on and continue.

"We will build the school together and teach together!"

The four friends had a very firm idea.

However, they never dreamed that

One day they will split from each other.

What friends are there in this world?

Better than Slytherin and Gryffindor?

Unless you count another pair of close friends-

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?

How could such a good thing be messed up?

How could such friendship be written off?

Alas, I have witnessed this sad story with my own eyes.

So I can explain it to you here.

"The students we teach must have the most pure bloodline," Slytherin said.

"The students we teach must have a higher intelligence than others," said Ravenclaw.

Gryffindor said: "The students we teach must be brave and fearless."

"I want to teach many people and treat them equally," Hufflepuff said.

These differences first exposed themselves, which caused a small quarrel.

The four founders each have one academy, which only recruits the teenagers they each want.

...

"The Sorting Hat has never sang such a long song before," Padma said to Silver. At this moment, Parvati and Hermione were both at Gryffindor's table, and she was the only one who could sit next to Silver.

"I'm afraid it's because of the special situation now, the Sorting Hat is also uneasy." Silver replied in a low voice.

While they were talking, the branch finished singing its long songs and soon divided the freshmen into the college.

The students were anxiously waiting for the meal—they were all hungry.

But Dumbledore, who was sitting in the center of the rostrum, did not have this plan.

"Okay, classmates, I know everyone is hungry, but I have to tell you some important matters. You can digest these things later with the food. I ask everyone to be quiet for a while and listen to me talk about the precautions for the new semester as usual."

Dumbledore said, “This year, there are two changes in our teaching staff. We are pleased to welcome Professor Grapland back, who will teach you about the magical biology class. We are equally happy to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new teacher in the Dark Magic Defense Arts class.

There was a polite but not very enthusiastic applause in the auditorium.

Dumbledore continued: "The selection of the Academy Quidditch team will be-"

He paused his mind and looked at Professor Umbridge inquiringly, the short and fat woman sitting beside him. Since she was not much taller than when she was sitting, she asked for it for a while and didn't understand why Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking.

At this time, Professor Umbridge cleared his throat: "Cough, cough." Everyone realized that she had stood up and was about to speak.

"Thank you, Principal," Professor Umbridge said with a smirk, "thank you for such a warm welcome."

Her voice was high and sharp, and it was breathless, like a little girl's voice. She coughed a few more times and cleared her throat, and continued to say, "Well, I must say, it's great to be back to Hogwarts!" She grinned and showed her sharp teeth, "It's great to see these pleasant little faces looking up at me!"

"I desperately hope to get to know you all as soon as possible. I believe we will become very good friends!"

"Damn, this woman is still here." Silver complained to Padma in a low voice, "She has an affair with Fudge, and is a character that everyone in the Ministry of Magic has to be disgusted."

Professor Umbridge cleared his throat again, but as she continued to speak, some of the sounds in her voice were gone. Now her voice became much more serious and her words were dry, as if those words had been memorized in her heart.

"The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important thing. Some of your innate precious talents may be fruitless if they are not cultivated and trained under careful and meticulous guidance. The ancient skills unique to the magic world must be passed down from generation to generation, otherwise they will disappear. The precious treasure house of magic knowledge accumulated by our ancestors must be protected, supplemented and improved by those who are fortunate to engage in noble education professions."

"I think we're going to get into trouble, Padma," Silver said with a stern face, "I have to apply for a class exemption from the Dark Magic Defense from Dumbledore."

Umbridge didn't notice Silver was talking badly about her below, her eyes always staring at Gryffindor's table - Harry Potter.

"...Let us keep moving forward and enter a new era of enlightenment, efficiency and reasoning, resolutely maintain what should be maintained, improve what needs to be improved, and abandon what we should prohibit."

After a lengthy speech, she sat down. Dumbledore began to applaud, and the other teachers clapped their hands, but they put them down after just one or two slap.

Dumbledore stood up again.
Chapter completed!