"You are so brave." Neville gave Harry a thumbs up and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, sitting next to Harry, Hannah and Susan Bones sitting next to them.

"I thought of it temporarily," Harry murmured, feeling his face begin to heat up. He really didn't think so much, and he didn't even intend to ask others to learn from him, so he didn't say a word. It was Hermione who discovered his intention in time.

"This is the best, set an example." Ernie McMillan shouted, leaning over and patting Harry on the shoulder, looking at the badge on Harry's chest with envy.

"By the way, I don't know what changes will happen in the teaching position this year?" Harry said hurriedly.

He looked towards the professor's seat - it was not full, but he could see Snape and Professor Slughorn sitting together. Slughorn looked at Harry with admiring eyes without any concealment, his hands folded together; Snape had his eyes empty, making people unable to capture his emotions. A few positions apart, Professor Sprout and Astronomy professor Aurora Sinnista whispered, with a distinct smile on his face.

"There are not all people yet, well, I think we came earlier." Susan stretched her neck and said, "But at least it is certain that the positions of potions, black magic defense, herbalism and astronomy will not change much."

"The Professor of Dark Magic Defense has not changed... It's really surprising." Ernie exchanged a meaningful look with the others. Harry knew that what flashed through everyone's minds must be the name of the Professor of Dark Magic Defense who has been going on over the years.

But Harry himself was not surprised at all. Voldemort was dead, and the shadow hovering above Hogwarts naturally disappeared.

"You guys say, is it true that Slughorn and Snape exchange positions with each other? Snape continues to teach potions, and Professor Slughorn teaches the black magic defense technique?"

"Impossible," Harry said immediately.

"Why?" Hannah asked curiously.

Harry's eyes became stagnant, yes, why is it so sure? He couldn't give conclusive evidence, just thinking that this wouldn't happen. He couldn't help but suspect that it was because he had frequently recalled what he saw in the stone meditation basin recently. "Is this necessary to ask? He must have obtained insider information." A voice inserted in and said.

It was Mafalda, holding a small notebook and holding a ballpoint pen that only sold in the Muggle shop in the other hand, looking at him without blinking, as if she smelled the scent of exclusive news.

"Tell me quickly." Mafalda said with a curiosity look on his face, "I think the most likely change is the ancient magic texts and transformation classes. Professor Hayp was appointed as the special envoy of the International Wizards' Federation some time ago and visited more than a dozen magic ministries. He may not have much time for his days in the coming days; the latter - Professor McGonagall should not teach students this year. She is the principal now, right?"

She said everything she knew, and then looked at Harry with an inquiring look.

Harry stared back at her, probably knowing that every word he said would appear in the Mystery Tale, so he decided not to say a word—and he really didn't know the answer, but it didn't prevent him from making up a plausible set of rhetoric.

"You will know soon, be surprised to keep it." He said in a vague, almost all-knowing tone. The next second Harry found himself imitating Trelawney's words, which made him slightly unhappy.

Neville obviously took Harry's words as clues and thought hard.

"Who will it be?" He frowned and looked at Harry carefully and said, "It should be someone I know, but it won't easily remind people of it. This will make you shock..." Harry looked at him nervously, afraid that his big words would be exposed in a while, but Marfalda was there, so he could not remind him.

Sometimes Harry thinks that Ron's distant relative was not here to go to school, just as some painters would run around with their painting boards on their backs, their purpose was to collect useful materials that could be put into their works.

"Can it be Mr. Longbottom? If that's true, that's surprising enough..." Hannah Aibo guessed.

Harry's heart moved, thinking that there is indeed this possibility.

"No," Neville shook his head and said confidently: "Because Professor McGonagall really found my dad and hoped he would teach at school."

"Professor McGonagall invited Mr. Longbottom?" Harry said in surprise.

"Yes, but Dad refused. He didn't want to separate from Mom. They were choosing a site for the new Wizard Town together," Neville explained.

After being cured by Professor Hayp, the Longbottoms first went abroad for a walk. After the war broke out, they immediately decided to contribute their own strength. When the war ended, they had no intention of joining the Ministry of Magic, but chose to open a small shop to prepare for their own life. Until recently, a major event exposed by the wizarding world happened, and they were invited by the Ministry of Magic to act as professionals. I heard that they had participated in the operation of sweeping the black market and smuggling trade in the UK, but this was the first time Harry had mentioned what he was doing recently.

"New Wizard Town - what is that?" Mafalda raised her head from her childhood notebook and asked with a shrewd look on her face.

Harry thought of the recent hot news. If the wizard and Muggle had to trade, they would definitely need a fixed location. Will it be related to this? But he soon found that he had thought a little bit, "It was to settle the foreign wizard who had moved here recently." Neville said.

"It was indeed mentioned on the radio..." Marfalda thought.

"Auntie has a headache for them." Susan Bones inserted, "The number of registered people has exceeded 300. In order to prevent them from causing trouble, the ministry urgently dispatched a group of people."

"This is not unusual. Those people have some relatives with the wizards here." Ernie McMillan said disapprovingly, "My father said that many people fled abroad during the First Wizard War. The current situation is just the opposite. I believe there are many surnames you are familiar with, such as Shafik."

"I think they were back before the magic world was completely exposed," Hannah Aibo said slowly.

Ernie shrugged.

"I didn't pay much attention..."

Marfalda left with satisfaction, and then she flew to another flower like a bee that had worked hard to collect pollen - Hermione was chatting with Luna and Ginny, following Marfalda's back, Harry saw Ron looking at this side listlessly, with his expression ready to move, as if he wanted to come over.

When Felix and Professor McGonagall appeared together, they keenly discovered the chaos of seating in the auditorium. They sat down on large chairs and swept across the four long dining tables with serious and inquiring eyes, like lions and snakes patrolling the territory.

"We are surprised by the newly appointed president of the male and female student union, satisfied?" Snape said softly, his tone as if someone broke into his private storage room and changed the rows of familiar potion jars.

"I am indeed satisfied, Severus. I'm glad to see this change happening in my office." Professor McGonagall said happily, and then she looked at Felix with a weird look. "It's Felix-I must remind you that you have an important mission today, so don't be like nothing."

Felix was talking to Slughorn about the progress of the potion formula improvement, and when he heard this, he turned his head and looked at her quite innocently.

"Branch, Felix, branch." Professor McGonagall reminded him.

"Oh, I almost forgot that I was going to preside over the branch ceremony - thank you, Minerva." Felix stood up happily, reached out to take out a dirty hat from the air, shook it hard, and then strode towards the foyer.

Just as he was waiting at the door for Hagrid to lead the freshman, he met Ferenze.

"Hello, Ferenze." He told the horseman, knowing that Ferenze has made a lot of efforts in persuading the horseman to join the Pan-Magic Alliance.

"Oh, I didn't plan to show up," said the horse man sadly: "I can't eat human food."

"Don't worry, the house elf has specially prepared fresh vegetables, pure natural." Felix said. He watched the horseman enter, and Felencer's tail was shaking. I don't know if it was irritable or nervous, but a few minutes later, he heard heavy footsteps.

Haig was entangled, her fluffy hair appeared in her sight, and behind her was a group of little wizards who were curious about everything, like bean sprouts that could walk by themselves.

"Are everything going well, Hagrid?"

Hager was stunned for a moment, obviously like Felix before, forgot the question of the candidate for the branch ceremony tonight. "Oh... it went smoothly..." He turned his head and shouted behind him, "Don't squeeze, come in one by one! Felix, I'll hand you the freshman, a lot of them." He said to Felix.

"By the way, I put the small house next to the Forbidden Forest, and Little Glopp was very happy."

Hagrid refers to the temporary residence of Glopp at Bill and Fleur's wedding. By the end of the wedding, Felix turned it back into a painting and was brought back by Hagrid.

Felix blinked and said, "That's good."

When Hagrid left, he took the first-year students to a separate room where he introduced them to the rules of the branch and the basic situation of the four colleges. Under the soft white light of the magic lamp, the excitement and expectation on their faces were clearly seen. Felix smiled.

"Sir?" At this time, a freshman spoke in a trembling voice, "Are you Felix Hepp? I have read your name in the newspaper."

"You can call me Professor Happ," said Felix gently. "Even if you can't take my class now, you can still call it that way. As for your question, I think yes, there shouldn't be a second Felix Happ in newspapers more recently than I did. So, what about your name?"

"Locke," said the freshman quickly, "Locke Ivan."

"…Oh, oh, OK, Mr. Alvin. You surprised me, your name happens to be the same as a friend of mine." Felix said, "I wish you a happy time to be at the ideal college—I mean.”

"There is still a while before the branch office begins. You can get to know each other. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be together for seven years."

As the freshmen looked at each other and introduced themselves, the students in the auditorium were overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of new faces.

First there was a horseman—"Hey, it's Ferenze!" Ron shouted at the Ravenclaw's dining table. A few minutes later, the castle administrator Felch led two people in, and all the students were frightened by the tall and thin old man who was leading the way, wearing a gray robe, with strands of tinsel-like gray hair and beard, and wearing glasses.

It was not until he got closer that some students realized that this person was the receptionist of Pig Head Bar, and therefore ignored the witch behind him who looked dignified and elegant, serious, and serious. But Harry would never leave her behind. He and Neville, and Ron, who was standing next to the dining table, opened her eyes wide at the same time.

"It turned out to be Auntie Emilyn Vance." Neville said inhaling gently.

Abforth Dumbledore and Emilyn Vance chose a seat to sit down, and the professors welcomed them. Abforth chose to sit at the edge, with no expression on his face, and picked up the fork on the table and knocked it twice. Ferenze, the horseman next to him, rubbed the ground with his hooves in annoyance.

"I've affected you?" Abuforth asked sternly.

"No." Ferenze said politely and unfamiliarly, his keen sense of smell could smell a faint smell of sheep.

At this time, the students below came back to their senses and began to discuss it enthusiastically. Many people felt that if they had to choose one of the three as the professor of transformation, they would rather choose the witch who looked elegant-behaved. Few people knew Abuforth's identity. They had previously suspected that they had read it wrong. But Harry knew more. Abuforth could never be a professor of transformation, because Transformation is a rigorous subject, and to his knowledge, Abuforth was not very good at cultural subjects. On the contrary, Emilyn Vance was a very talented witch, a few years older than Sirius and Amelia, and like the Longbottoms, she participated in the war twice and survived.

Felix walked into the auditorium with the freshman and stopped in front of the professor's seat. He turned out a small bench and placed the branch hat on it. Then the branch hat began to sing. The old students were very familiar with this process, but-

"How come the sequel hats are so weak this year?" Ron muttered. Of course, he just said casually. As the branch began, the magical ceiling above his head reflected the mysterious starry sky trajectory - Ferenze looked up at him - Felix took out a piece of parchment and pronounced the first name.

"Locke Ivan."

A freshman stumbled out of the crowd, put on a branch hat, and after a moment—

"Ravenclaw!" cried the school hat.

The applause was thunderous in the auditorium. The freshman put down his hat and hesitated to get off the stool. Felix said gently: "Pick a free seat and sit down. The college only has an impact on your class schedule." So Ivan ran to the Slytherin table and sat down. Draco Malfoy, the chief, stood up and shook hands with him.

The branch was carried out in an orderly manner without any accidents. When the ceremony ended, Professor McGonagall, as the president, delivered a welcome speech to the students and simply announced several new appointments this year:

"Professor Emilyn Vance will serve as professor of transformation...Professor Ferenze has just returned from a trip and has great research on observing astrological signs and flame divination. He will serve as a branch of divination classes for students who pass the O.W.Ls assessment... Also, this year's ancient magical class will be held in Class 7. Class 7 and the underground playground will also be open to students again. The administrators of these two places are Mr. Abforth Dumbledore..."

Professor McGonagall swept across the auditorium with a serious look and then smiled.
Chapter completed!