As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, countless delicacies suddenly appeared on the long table that was originally empty in front of everyone.

The auditorium became lively now, and the students who took the train for the whole afternoon immediately rushed to eat, especially the freshmen. Perhaps it was the first time they saw this scene, they became particularly excited.

To be honest, Mike really can't understand their behavior. After all, the food on the table can be almost infinite within the specified time, because the house elves in the kitchen will replenish continuously, so there is no need to do this.

But if you don’t understand, Mike is still quite happy, because such a lively scene is really happy. Now the auditorium is even completely filled with laughter.

After watching the excitement for a while, Mike turned his attention to the faculty and staff seats.

Mike has been paying attention to his arms before when Dumbledore spoke.

But unfortunately, some powerful shielding spell seemed to be attached to it, which made even Mike unable to detect Dumbledore's real situation.

However, judging from what Mike observed with his naked eyes, Dumbledore's injury had reached a very serious level.

After making this conclusion, Mike's mouth finally rose and he felt at ease into the feast.

Happy times are always short, and this self-service feast lasts for about half an hour before it ends.

This time is a bit short for old students like Mike who have a strong social desire, but it is enough for freshmen and lower grade students. After all, their meals are really just simple meals. Some freshmen with small appetites even get full after ten minutes of having a banquet.

After all the food on the plate in front of everyone disappeared, Dumbledore slowly stood up from the chair and came to the podium and said:

"Okay, this feast is finally over. Now I really have a lot to tell you. First of all, it is Mr. Filch's request. I asked me to tell you the 404th request that I will not make a fuss in the corridor. In addition..."

Dumbledore began to say the same things as in previous years, and Mike was not interested in it, so he moved his eyes away.

In a corner of the faculty seat, Professor Slughorn was pulling Flee to the professor and kept saying something, as if he was reminiscing about the past, but Professor Fleeve looked a little impatient and obviously was not willing to talk to Slughorn.

On the other side, Hagrid sat with Professor Terryoni in the divination class. This was really a strange thing, because Terryoni, a eccentric witch, usually would not leave her little attic, and even class would be held in the classroom under her attic.

But this is understandable. After all, she was tortured by Umridge last year and was almost kicked out of Hogwarts. So now she wants to show her face a few more times and she can also understand how she has a sense of presence.

"...Today, we welcomed a new professor - Professor Slughorn!" Dumbledore's voice suddenly increased a lot, "He was a former colleague. After some discussion, he decided to return to his old career and serve as the professor of Potions in Hogwarts this year!"

Hearing this, Mike immediately heard the sound and saw Professor Slughorn, who was called to his name, waving his hands to the students in the auditorium with a smile, responding to the students' warm cheers.

But what is embarrassing is that even a little applause has never existed, let alone cheering.

Nowadays, there is only one thing that everyone cares about, that is, since Slughorn's arrival has robbed the position of the Potions professor, where should Snape go?

Originally, the boy who was invited to lunch was preparing to applaud, but was forcibly stopped by Draco.

Gradually, the muscles on Slughorn's face became stiff, and a rich red color was slowly floating onto the earlobes.

Seeing this, Mike smiled slightly, then stood up and began to applaud.

His movement made the Ravenclaws around him stunned, and almost conditioned reflexively stood up and began to applaud with Mike.

Immediately afterwards, it was Hufflepuff, then Gryffindor, and finally there were sparse applause from Slytherin's long table.

The expression on Slughorn's face became a little better. He glanced at Mike gratefully, and then glared at Draco on Slytherin's side - he saw all the little movements they were doing below just now.

Dumbledore was still smiling. Looking at the auditorium with thunderous applause, he suddenly raised his voice and said in a very high volume that suppressed all the applause present:

"At the same time, Professor Snape will serve as the professor of the Dark Magic Defense class at Hogwarts for the next year!"

As soon as this statement came out, an extremely dramatic scene appeared.

The auditorium, which was originally applauding, suddenly became quiet. Everyone widened their eyes and looked at Dumbledore with incredible expressions.

Snape moved. Instead of getting up and greeting everyone like Slughorn did, he sat lazily on his seat and waved his hand expressionlessly.

Slytherin's long table was sensational. They slapped the table wildly and cheered loudly. Draco was the most excited. He climbed up the table excitedly and kept waving his arms to the staff seats.

At this time, the students from other colleges finally reacted, and everyone gathered together and whispered. For a moment, the auditorium became as noisy as a vegetable market.

"Why are they so happy?" Franklin looked at Slytherin's long table with confusion. "I don't understand, is the professor of Black Magic Defense higher in status than the professor of Potions?"

A member of Ravenclaw's mutual aid club replied:

"You know, Snape's dream is to become a professor of Dark Magic Defense, and now, he finally got what he wants."

"That's it?"

"I guess yes, maybe they think Snape will give them more preferential treatment after becoming a professor of Black Magic Defense, otherwise they will not be able to explain their behavior." Another Ravenclaw said, "But it's no big deal. After all, Snape's professor of Black Magic Defense can't take long. You should know that this position has been cursed and no one can hold this position for more than a year.

But to be honest, this is really ironic. A Death Eater actually became a professor of Dark Magic Defense at Hogwarts, hahahaha!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a sarcastic low smile came from Ravenclaw's long table.

At this time, Mike stared at Snape without saying a word. For some reason, he always felt that Snape at this moment not only did not feel happy, but instead looked a little annoyed.

After letting the students go for a while, Dumbledore finally spoke again. This time he first used an explosion spell to attract various attention, and then said slowly:

"I believe that everyone in this auditorium knew very well that Voldemort and his followers were making waves everywhere and growing stronger.

I need to emphasize that the current situation is very dangerous, and everyone in Hogwarts needs to be extremely cautious to ensure their safety.

The magical fortifications of the castle have been strengthened during the summer vacation, which has allowed us to be more effectively protected.

But every student of us still needs to be vigilant at all times. Here I sincerely plead for you to strictly abide by every safety rule set by the teachers, no matter how annoying those rules are, especially those who like to wander around at night.

When he said this, Dumbledore paused and his eyes swept through the Harry trio, Mike and others.

"Okay, your beds are waiting for you, and are as comfortable and warm as you expect." Dumbledore continued, "I know your priority now is to have a good rest and prepare for class tomorrow, so let's say good night."

After saying that, Dumbledore raised his wand with his intact arm, and then the four long tables in the auditorium were neatly piled up on both sides, leaving a large area of ​​open space.

Everyone who lost their seats said goodbye to Dumbledore, and then walked neatly and slowly beyond their college lounges under the leadership of their respective grades.

This year's school dinner ended a little, and many students have already started yawning at this time, especially some first- and second-grade students who have been playing crazy all day. Now they can hardly even open their eyes.

The professors also began to leave, and they had to prepare for tomorrow's courses when they went back tonight.

Dumbledore continued to stand on the podium motionlessly, watching the students slowly leave the auditorium with a smile.

It was not until the last student disappeared that he extinguished the candles in the auditorium and turned around and walked upstairs.

"Dumbledore, I think we need to talk about it."

An old voice suddenly came from the darkness. Dumbledore's brow jumped, and he was stunned for a moment before saying:

"Horas, what's the matter that can't be said tomorrow? You still have morning classes to attend tomorrow."

Professor Slughorn came out of the darkness and said with a serious expression:

"No, I have to talk to you now!"

Dumbledore was silent, he stared at Slughorn, and the two looked at each other for a long time before sighing:

"If you insist on doing this, then okay. Let's go to my office."

After saying that, Dumbledore turned and continued to walk upstairs, while Slughorn followed him.

Both remained silent all the way, and Dumbledore walked very quickly, which made Slughorn only trot all the way to keep up with his speed.

Soon, Slughorn's breathing began to become rapid.

Perhaps to ease the embarrassment caused by silence, or simply to make Dumbledore notice himself and slow down, Slughorn said:

"Hey, Dumbledore, are your hands OK? Do you want me to help you take a look? You should know that I am not only a potion master, but also a very good healing technique."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's body froze for a moment, and instinctively closed the wounded hand wrapped around the silk strap into the sleeve of the robe.

"Thank you, Horas, but it's still not necessary. Severus has treated me and I believe I will be cured in a short while."

"Okay...but...can you go slower? Huh~ I can't keep up."

Dumbledore did not reply, but slowed down quietly, which made Slughorn breathe a sigh of relief.

After experiencing a "long journey", the two finally arrived at the principal's office.

Slughorn collapsed on the sofa and gasped, while Dumbledore poured a glass of water for him, then sat behind the desk and whispered:

"Tell me, Horas, what are you going to talk to me?"

"Thank you! Huh~ This really saved my life." Slughorn drank the water in the cup, and then said, "McTownley, Dumbledore, I want to talk to you about McTownley."

When Dumbledore heard this name, he stopped expression and asked after a while:

"What do you want to know?"

"Do you know anything about the whereabouts of the Eriver family? Why does McTownley's Los Santos group sell exclusive products from the Eriver family? What is the connection between the two?"

Dumbledore was silent. Slughorn waited for a long time without getting a reply. Finally, he murmured a little lost:

"They... can't come back, right?"

"That's right."

"Mike killed them all?"

silence……

"Okay, I think I know." Slughorn said excitedly, and reached out to pick up the refilled water cup and took a sip, but the hand was shaking slightly, causing ripples on the water in the cup. "So, Mike's strength is really strong!"

Seeing Slughorn's excited look, Dumbledore frowned and said:

"Horas, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't get too close to Mike, he's very dangerous!"

"You mean he's a bad guy with a lot of evil?"

"Of course not, even the affairs of the Avery family have a reason, so we can't blame him all."

"Wouldn't that be fine? I think Mike is a good boy." Slughorn said with a smile, "Do you know how embarrassed I was when I was on stage just now? There are so many people, no one welcomes me back to Hogwarts, even Slytherin, who once was the dean!

And then Mike stood up and he gave me support. What a gentle move, wasn’t it? Dumbledore.”

Dumbledore didn't reply, he frowned, his deep eyes seemed to be staring at Slughorn before him, and also at the unknown existence in the darkness.

Slughorn's expression looked very relaxed. He got up and sorted out his appearance, then slowly walked out of the principal's office, and said while walking:

"You should recover from your injuries, Dumbledore, don't worry too much about me, I won't make the mistakes of that year again."

With the creaking sound of the door cup closing, the entire office fell into silence. Dumbledore slowly leaned back, leaning his whole body against the back of the chair, and sighed deeply.
Chapter completed!