Chapter 347 The Half-Disabled Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

On the first day of school at Hogwarts, it was pouring rain outside.

Genes drove Aaron to Kingdom Cross Station and moved the suitcase to the express train on platform nine and three-quarters.

"Master, I have prepared your dress. If you are not satisfied with anything, please inform me by owl at any time." Genes smiled meaningfully, "Also, I wish you a happy new semester. This year will be very interesting."

"Thank you for your good words. At least the professors at Hogwarts will not beat people like the ancestors of Wicht."

"That may not be the case."

Aaron frowned slightly, "What else are you hiding from me?"

Genes hesitated for a moment, "The new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is a ruthless man."

"Nothing else?"

"He is a legendary Auror."

"You know that's not what I want to ask." Aaron said impatiently.

"Uh..." Jins smiled awkwardly, "It's really inconvenient to say this, the young master will know it when the time comes."

After saying that, he turned and disappeared in the rain, without giving Aaron the opportunity to continue asking questions.

Aaron pouted unhappily, holding Abe and looking for a box with empty seats in the aisle.

After walking a few steps, he heard Draco's voice, and his eyes lit up.

If there was anyone he knew who could know the news of the wizarding world in advance, it must be Malfoy.

Aaron walked towards the box where the voice came from. Draco was complaining to Crabbe and Goyle about the teaching quality of Hogwarts when he saw Aaron standing at the door.

"Come in." Draco happily opened the sliding door and took the initiative to give up the window seat.

"What are you talking about?"

"Drmstrang." Draco felt a little regretful, "If my mother didn't want me to go so far, I should be studying in that magic school now.

You can learn real dark magic in Durmstrang, while Hogwarts can only teach ridiculous defense."

"Real dark magic?" Aaron couldn't help but sneered when he heard it, "You may have a chance this semester."

Draco was stunned for a moment, and then said excitedly, "Did Dumbledore finally agree that Professor Snape would be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? He is not old and confused."

"No, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is an Auror."

Hearing this, Draco's interest instantly weakened.

He didn't think the teaching level of the Auror was that strong, at least it couldn't be compared with Professor Snape.

"I want to ask you something." Aaron looked at Draco seriously, "Is there anything big going to happen recently?"

Draco nodded, closed the sliding door and windows tightly, and then lowered his voice and said, "Cornelly Fudge told my father that the Triwizard Tournament will be held in Hogwarts.

This is internal information from the Ministry of Magic and has not been announced yet."

Triwizard Tournament?

Aaron immediately understood what Jins was hiding from him.

He remembered a divination he did last year, and the crystal ball did show a cup of fire.

But he also had a little doubt in his heart. The Triwizard Tournament was just a competitive exchange between three magic schools. There was no need to hide it from him at all.

"Do you want to participate?" Draco asked with interest, "If it's you, you might be able to win this honor."

"Haha!" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "It's too dangerous, and keeping a low profile is what I always insist on."

"That's a pity." Draco spread his hands helplessly, "If you don't participate, Potter will probably be in the limelight. He never misses the opportunity to show off himself."

Aaron:......

There must be a misunderstanding here.

The train continued to travel north, and the rain was getting heavier, constantly knocking on the windows, making crackling sounds.

As time passed, the sky became darker and darker, and the black clouds seemed to be pressing down.

This scene was no less than last year, but there were no Dementors blocking the way, which only made the students on the train feel a little depressed.

Until night fell, the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, and the students who changed into school robes got off the train in the heavy rain.

There was a rumbling thunder in the sky, and the first-year students gathered in front of Hagrid in the pouring rain.

The weather was quite bad, but this was not a reason to change the tradition of Hogwarts. First-year wizards had to take a boat across the Black Lake to reach the castle.

As for wizards above the first year, they had to cross the platform, and the Thestrals would pull the carriage to take them to Hogwarts in advance.

After getting off the carriage, Aaron put Abe in his hood and walked to the hallway with an umbrella.

"It's raining really hard." Draco wiped the rain off his face, "If I had known, I would have brought a bigger umbrella, and you two didn't remind me."

"We didn't expect the rain to last so long!" Crabbe said aggrievedly.

"It's lucky to be soaked like a drowned chicken." Aaron teased, "First-year wizards have to cross the river in a storm, and they will fall into the Black Lake if they are not careful."

"Oh!"

A red balloon filled with water suddenly fell from the ceiling and hit Ron on the head, making him even more embarrassed and almost hitting Harry.

"Haha! Well done." Draco laughed, "I feel much better now."

"Peeves." Professor McGonagall roared angrily, "Get down."

"I didn't do anything." Peeves chuckled and continued to throw balloons filled with water recklessly until Professor McGonagall moved Dumbledore out. He reluctantly flew to the stairs.

Professor McGonagall took the wizards above the second year to the hall and quickly turned back.

Before the first year wizards came, she had to keep the hall as clean and tidy as possible.

The hall was very warm, and the students who had been drenched by the rain sat down at the long table of their own college.

"Our professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is so arrogant that he hasn't come yet." Draco looked at the empty seat on the teacher's seat with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if he's late or not. I want to know if he's reliable." Aaron said meaningfully.

Draco also nodded in agreement. No one has taught Defense Against the Dark Arts for more than a year, especially Gilderoy Lockhart when they were in their second year. He was simply a freak in the wizarding world.

At this time, the door of the auditorium opened, and Professor McGonagall led a row of first-year students to the front of the auditorium.

These little wizards didn't seem to have come by ferry, but more like swimming in the lake. There was almost no dry part on their bodies.

Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on the chair, and the patched hat grinned and sang a simple history of the school, introducing the founders of the four colleges and its own origins.

The general meaning is that the Sorting Hat is fair and impartial, never misjudged anyone, and will assign each little wizard to the appropriate college.

"Next, whoever's name I call will sit on the chair." Professor McGonagall unfolded a long roll of parchment with a list of first-year students on it. "After the Sorting Hat announces the house, go to the corresponding table."

Stuart Ackerley - Ravenclaw.

Malcolm Bardock - Slytherin.

Eleanor Branstone - Hufflepuff.

......

Applause continued, and each house warmly welcomed its juniors.

After the ceremony, almost everyone turned their eager eyes to Dumbledore, even Draco, who disliked him the most.

Dumbledore looked at the eager crowd, smiled and opened his arms, and the sound-enhancing spell made his loud voice reach every corner of the hall. "I only have two words to say to you, eat!"

After the voice fell, the empty golden tableware was piled with hot food.

The students who had been hungry for almost a day immediately couldn't hold back, picked up the tableware and started eating crazily.

"He should have done this a long time ago." Draco said indignantly while eating.

"Everyone thinks so." Aaron pulled off a chicken leg for Abe, poured a large glass of milk, and then slowly cut the steak on his plate.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor still hasn't come." Draco said gloatingly.

"Maybe he was delayed on the way!" Aaron didn't care.

After eating and drinking, the food crumbs disappeared along with the tableware, and the long table became clean and tidy again.

Dumbledore stood in the middle of the teacher's seat and introduced some precautions to the first-year students who had just enrolled as usual, and then looked at everyone meaningfully, "The College Cup Quidditch Tournament will no longer be held this year."

"What?"

The students opened their mouths in astonishment, and they were a little slow to recover for a while.

The members of the Quidditch student team were even more incredulous. If there was no Quidditch tournament, wouldn't they, the players, become decorations?

Before the hall became noisy, Dumbledore showed a mysterious smile on his face, and his tone became extremely excited, "This is because Hogwarts Castle is not only your home this school year, but also the home of some special guests.

Hogwarts has been selected to host a very prestigious event..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the hall was rudely knocked open, and the rumbling thunder also spread into the hall.

A hooded man stood at the door, he limped in with a long cane.

His face was covered with scars, and his facial features were damaged to varying degrees. His right eye was very small, but his left eye was like a bulging eyeball.

"If nothing unexpected happens, he should be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Aaron forced a smile, "No wonder Jins said he was a legend among the Aurors. It's really hard for him to come to class when he is half disabled."

"He is a lunatic." Draco's face turned pale. "Mad-Eye Moody, he specializes in fighting against dark wizards. Almost all the prisoners in Azkaban know him."

"Not bad." Aaron said, "That means he has a lot of experience in fighting against dark magic. I'm afraid even Professor Snape can't find fault with him teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"But he's crazy." Draco said in a panic, "It's possible that he would experiment with dark magic in class."

"Isn't that just right?" Aaron raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you interested in dark magic?"

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean that he might use students for experiments."

Aaron:......