Daphne chose to go to peace between the horror and the fear of the future.
Slytherin's long table suddenly became a mess.
"She can't be dead!"
There was a little wizard who wanted to explore Daphne's breath. The other professors on High Table couldn't help but stand up, which just happened to make Snape's rude stand up less abrupt.
"Let me see, kids, spread out."
Ms. Pomona·Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff House, trotted off the stage and came to Slytherin's long table to check on Daphne's situation.
"This child just fainted. It should be due to excessive emotional fluctuations." She also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Dumbledore on High Table.
"The branching is an unforgettable event in life for every little wizard. Maybe Miss Greengrass is just too excited about it."
Professor McGonagall seems to have remembered the names of most of the little wizards.
"Indeed."
Dumbledore nodded and pondered for a moment, "Let Professor Sprout send her to Hospital Wing for a visit first. I will go there with Professor Snape later."
The principal made arrangements.
Naturally, no one present would refute.
"Poppy will take good care of her." Professor Sprout immediately carried Daphne towards the door.
It wasn't until she and Daphne disappeared completely that the little wizards regained their gaze, and the professors also sat back in High Table's seats.
Only Snape is still standing.
At this moment, the expression on the face of the dean of Slytherin can be described as uncertain. His sinister eyes have been staring at Ian sitting on the four-corner stool.
In other words, it would be more accurate to say that he was staring at Sorting Hat who had not been removed from his head by Ian.
"Professor Snape, pay attention to your emotions."
It wasn't until Dumbledore spoke in a low voice that Snape sat back with a gloomy face - he stopped staring at Sorting Hat and started to turn his head and stare at Dumbledore with an annoyed look.
Dumbledore was a little embarrassed by being stared at, so he could only lower his voice to comfort him, "Sorting Hat has its own judgment, and I think it will give you a reasonable explanation for this matter."
This is obviously not the answer Snape wants to get.
However.
Now in front of many students from different grades, it was difficult for him to question Dumbledore. He quickly controlled his emotions and straightened his sitting posture with an expressionless face.
Just.
The dominant hand that was placed in the black robe was still holding a bottle of Potions that was brewed last night. The force seemed to be able to crush the glass bottle used as a container.
"What happened?"
Ian continued to chat with Sorting Hat for a few more words and gossiped about the former Lady Ravenclaw, so everything was calm when he took off Sorting Hat.
He turned his head and looked at High Table. Dumbledore was smiling at him, while Snape lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. The atmosphere at the scene seemed very normal.
"Your sorting has ended, Mr. Prince, please put Sorting Hat back to its original position. It will be the next little wizard's turn to make a choice soon."
Professor McGonagall reminded Ian in a low voice.
"Okay, Professor."
Ian immediately put down Sorting Hat and walked to Ravenclaw's long table. He was once again welcomed by Ravenclaw students, and one boy even stood up and shook his hand.
The other party wears a special medal on his chest, presumably Prefect from Ravenclaw.
"Dietrich Wiggins."
Prefect, a sixth-grade student, introduced himself, and Ian responded with a rare serious nod.
"Ian. Prince, I hope the seniors can take care of me in the future." He shook hands with every enthusiastic classmate, and then sat in the area where the little wizards were.
"Of course no problem, hahaha, maybe we can deduct a few points from Potions Class this year."
Prefect Dietrich seems to be very happy. As the smartest people in Hogwarts, it is not difficult for the little wizards of Ravenclaw to discover some interesting things.
"Zorro Pagaro!"
On the stage Professor McGonagall read out the name of the next little wizard again.
The succession of branches continues.
No surprises.
Qiu Zhang, whose name was ranked at the bottom, was not affected by the butterfly of history and was still assigned to Ravenclaw. She chose to sit next to Ian.
Compared with other strange little wizards, the classmates who have been on the boat together are easier to communicate with.
"I bet, Greengrass must regret it to death now."
Qiu Zhang expressed emotion to Ian in a low voice.
"Oh my god, I didn't expect that friend of yours to have such a prominent background." Although Qiu Zhang is of Chinese descent, he is also a child of the Pure-blood family.
She obviously has heard about Grindelwald.
"Merlin will bless Miss Greengrass, don't worry." Ian was now looking forward to eating quickly, and he only ate the morning meal in the whole day.
"I hope she can apologize to you properly. That kind of name is simply insulting." Qiu Zhang didn't seem to be very familiar with Daphne.
"Let us applaud all the new students together."
Dumbledore stood up and gave the opening speech after the branching.
"Due to the misfortune of Professor Hannibal last semester, he was forced to terminate his appointment at Hogwarts. Therefore, now I would like to introduce to you the Professor Dark Magic Defense Department of the new semester - Professor Ronnie. Erich."
Said.
Dumbledore turned to look at a middle-aged wizard on High Table. He had a rather serious face and short blond hair with some graying.
When Dumbledore mentioned the name of the professor, the professor also said hello to the little wizard in front, and then remained silent with a serious face.
"Although our professor is stern, he is definitely an expert in Dark Magic defense. At the same time, I also believe that he will be an extremely outstanding professor and partner."
Dumbledore's introduction Ian did not listen carefully.
After all.
With such a strange name, it is estimated that Hogwarts can only stay for one year. I don't know where Dumbledore finds these consumables every year.
Yes.
Consumables.
Defence Against the Dark Arts was once cursed by Voldemort of No-Nose. Wizards who dare to take this position will almost encounter misfortune or accident within a year.
Minor to serious injuries.
In severe cases, there will be no intact corpse.
All Goblet of Fire Triwizard Tournament are just pictures. It can be said that these Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers who dare to stand up to them are the real Champion.
They are the real heroes.
"Everyone must be hungry too, so let's enjoy the food together."
Just when Ian had tied the napkin and wiped the plate with toilet paper, Dumbledore on the stage announced in a very timely manner that today's dinner was about to begin.
He did not say the vague "Idiot! Cry! Scrap! Screw!" trademark words. He just clapped his hands, and a lot of delicacies appeared out of thin air from the empty plates on the long table.
Grilled steak, lamb leg, grilled pork chop, grilled chicken, fried potato chips, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes... There are many kinds of ingredients, but the cooking methods are as original as Muggles.
Of course.
This does not affect Ian's enjoyment.
His eyes were really almost red with hunger.
(End of chapter)