Chapter 375: assimilate into
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While waiting for the banquet to begin, Byers had become friends with Neville, and even got familiar with Harry and the others.
"Yes, it's very different." At this moment, he was introducing the sorting ceremony of Ifamoni to the students of Gryffindor. "I was shocked when I saw it for the first time. There are two founders on both sides of the main entrance of the castle. People-statues of Aesop Thrall and James Stewart, passing through the main entrance is a rotunda, where we are sorting..."
He drew a circle on the table to represent the shape of the hall, and then clicked four small dots.
"Did you see it," Byers said, pointing to the dots. "That is the animal statue representing the four colleges. The freshmen stood in a circle against the wall, waiting to read their own names. I was standing at the Goldie’s Knot, I was terrified, and there were all around with nervous faces like me. When I looked up, I could see the old students and professors on the terrace on the second floor—"
"What is Goldie's knot?" Seamus asked with interest.
Byers showed him the golden knot on his robe: "This is the thing used to fasten the school robe. It's complicated, but this is the tradition of our school. Everyone has to know it."
"Where did I go? Oh, standing on the knot of Goldie, and just waiting to see which magic statue responds... I felt like a year had passed, but fortunately the Thunderbird statue responded to me. "He said gratefully.
Harry felt the same way. He was sorted for a long time in the first grade, but it was because the Sorting Hat strongly advised him to go to Slytherin, but he insisted on disagreeing, and was finally assigned to Gryffindor College.
He couldn't help asking: "Has any new student encountered two statues responding to his situation at the same time?"
"There should be." Byers recalled: "But I haven't encountered it before, this kind of situation is very rare... The most famous is Ms. Serafina Piquerie, at that time all four colleges wanted to recruit her. It turned out—she was worth it, and she later became the chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States."
"She did a great job in her tenure, but compared to enacting the magic animal protection law, people remember that she withstood pressure and did not ban alcohol..."
Hermione screamed, "For the sake of Drifter Dane, what is that?"
Byers looked at her in surprise.
"Am I saying something wrong?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
"No," Byers said. "You should have read this name from the book? Derry Dyne?"
Hermione nodded and spoke cautiously: "The book says that Derry Dyne was one of the victims of the Salem witch trial in the seventeenth century. Her name was later used as a colloquial expression to express surprise. ."
Byers held back a smile and said, "You're right, but that's a favorite word of my grandmother's generation. The book you read must be old..."
Hermione blushed.
The surrounding Gryffindor little wizard laughed, and it is still rare to see the embarrassing scene of Miss "Master".
After the laughter, Ron asked curiously, "So...what exactly is liqueur?"
...
"Would you like some? Cocktail, it's as old as the Magic Congress, and every sip is a taste of history." asked Cormic Wilkinson, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor of Ifamoni, he was right. Shaking a rugged large wine bottle, the liquor inside made a violent sound.
Felix shook his head slightly: "I can't stand too strong wine."
"Young people don't know the goods..." Wilkinson murmured and turned his head. "What about you, Professor Moody, would you like to have something? Just one bite can make you laugh."
Moody patted the curved wine bottle around his waist and said coarsely, "I only drink my own."
Professor Wilkinson's eyes lit up, and he leaned over to ask, "What's a good thing?"
"Poor quality wine, I'm used to drinking it. I used to take a sip when I was stalking the Auror." Moody knocked his cane on the floor. "Professor Wilkinson, what do you think of my proposal?"
McGonagall, who was two places away, turned his head and couldn't bear to look straight. She still couldn't help it, letting Professor Moody's "Defense Against the Dark Arts Featured Teaching Concept" be exposed on the first day, and there was no buffer time for one more day.
"Oh, uh, this..." Wilkinson's tone became vague, "I didn't expect Hogwarts' teaching style to be so radical. I heard some rumors before, but now it seems that there should be some misunderstandings..."
He poured himself a gulp of strong alcohol, suddenly flushed, and laughed wildly. Then he began to talk aloud about the glory of his grandparents, "Charity Wilkinson! One of the Twelve Aurors in America! She is my great-great-great-grandmother, the two who only survived to old age..."
At the end of the dinner, he was carried out of the castle by four goblins, and followed the Ifamoni delegation towards the temporary camp of Quidditch Stadium.
Hogwarts students can hear his drunken voice from time to time, floating above the black night sky-"Respect Charity Wilkinson!", "Respect Seddard Fontana!", "Respect Twelve Aurors!"
"He looks furious, the principal of Ifamoni," Felix said jokingly.
The principal of Ifamoni is a very disciplined person, but Professor Wilkinson’s performance today is a bit embarrassing, and perhaps even more embarrassing is that the professor was resisted by the cold-faced goblins unconsciously, which is really against his teachings. Of subjects...
Professor McGonagall, whose expression had always been serious, laughed.
But immediately she raised her face again and said sadly: "I am worried that Professor Moody will cause trouble..."
Her worry became a reality.
In the new week, Moody did not hesitate the feelings of the new Ifamoni students. In the seventh grade class, Moody used a malicious transfer spell. The students’ noses were grafted onto plants, bottles, books, and all kinds of weird things. Stuff.
He roared gruffly: "Some of you have been singled out and passed the test of fear... Yeah, you think it's amazing... But in my opinion, it's all hallucinations! Little madness! We want to pilot the real Stuff, huh?"
His fake eye turned steadily, staring at the students in the class, including those who were transferred by Ifamoni.
Collins Foley covered his face, tearful, waved his wand desperately, and after a moment—
"boom!"
The effect of the spell disappeared, Collins clutched his intact nose, and the stone in his heart finally fell.
"Good job!" Moody limped over, "Look, this is the effect I want. You have to learn to transfer evil curses, learn how to crack them. Slytherin plus very!"
In the afternoon, Felix flipped through the roster in the ancient magic text classroom.
"Why are there two missing?"
He looked at Byers, and Byers vaguely said: "They, they are not feeling well, they are lying in the camp..."
Felix knew it, maybe he was scared by Moody's curse? But there is no need to skip his class.
"Well, classmates," he glanced around, "we start class. Given that there will be various eye-catching activities this year, your mind is bound to be distracted... Let's work harder and try to start the first project. Before, finish the course of this school year."
The little wizards below didn't respond much, and their learning progress had always been ahead. This kind of "advanced" is relative to the assessment standards of the Wizarding Examination Administration of the Ministry of Magic, which is responsible for organizing students' .Ls and .level exams.
Since Professor Haipu took office, the ancient magic writing scores of the little wizards have turned upside down. Among the students who graduated at the end of June this year, except for one who only got a good (E), the rest got the highest grade. Excellent (O).
According to the professor, "The Ministry of Magic is too slow to react yet, but you can't always expect them to turn a blind eye. After all, a bunch of ‘excellent’s are still very conspicuous..."
"Maybe they will remember this one day, and rush to Hogwarts to reassess the difficulty of the work and the assessment standards."
...
The students of Ifamoni looked around in surprise, and the students of Hogwarts seemed to have no objection to the words of Professor Haipu. This made them wonder if they were listening. Is he really going to learn a whole year of content in three months?
"Professor, do you know the time of the first event?" a student raised his hand and asked.
"It should be between late November and early December," Felix said: "One is to allow the Warriors enough time to prepare~www.novelhall.com~ Second, it is best not to delay the Christmas party, I The time period just mentioned almost meets this requirement."
He tapped on the table lightly and pulled the students into the thinking classroom.
...
A week passed unconsciously, and the students of Ifamoni melted into the ocean like a drop of water. Even if there were occasional waves, they did not cause any disturbances. At the professor's meeting on Friday, Professor McGonagall dropped two bombs.
"The first thing, the list of black magic that the Ministry of Magic has agreed upon and that can be used ‘reasonably’ in the hegemony competition is down." While speaking, a piece of parchment floated towards the professors present.
Felix was lost in thought as he looked at the long list of spells written in black ink.
"Second thing, the delegation of Ifamoni asked us whether we can let the prepared warriors of the two schools learn from each other and practice, including getting familiar with and resisting the black magic above."
She said blankly: "Let's talk about it."
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While waiting for the banquet to begin, Byers had become friends with Neville, and even got familiar with Harry and the others.
"Yes, it's very different." At this moment, he was introducing the sorting ceremony of Ifamoni to the students of Gryffindor. "I was shocked when I saw it for the first time. There are two founders on both sides of the main entrance of the castle. People-statues of Aesop Thrall and James Stewart, passing through the main entrance is a rotunda, where we are sorting..."
He drew a circle on the table to represent the shape of the hall, and then clicked four small dots.
"Did you see it," Byers said, pointing to the dots. "That is the animal statue representing the four colleges. The freshmen stood in a circle against the wall, waiting to read their own names. I was standing at the Goldie’s Knot, I was terrified, and there were all around with nervous faces like me. When I looked up, I could see the old students and professors on the terrace on the second floor—"
"What is Goldie's knot?" Seamus asked with interest.
Byers showed him the golden knot on his robe: "This is the thing used to fasten the school robe. It's complicated, but this is the tradition of our school. Everyone has to know it."
"Where did I go? Oh, standing on the knot of Goldie, and just waiting to see which magic statue responds... I felt like a year had passed, but fortunately the Thunderbird statue responded to me. "He said gratefully.
Harry felt the same way. He was sorted for a long time in the first grade, but it was because the Sorting Hat strongly advised him to go to Slytherin, but he insisted on disagreeing, and was finally assigned to Gryffindor College.
He couldn't help asking: "Has any new student encountered two statues responding to his situation at the same time?"
"There should be." Byers recalled: "But I haven't encountered it before, this kind of situation is very rare... The most famous is Ms. Serafina Piquerie, at that time all four colleges wanted to recruit her. It turned out—she was worth it, and she later became the chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States."
"She did a great job in her tenure, but compared to enacting the magic animal protection law, people remember that she withstood pressure and did not ban alcohol..."
Hermione screamed, "For the sake of Drifter Dane, what is that?"
Byers looked at her in surprise.
"Am I saying something wrong?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
"No," Byers said. "You should have read this name from the book? Derry Dyne?"
Hermione nodded and spoke cautiously: "The book says that Derry Dyne was one of the victims of the Salem witch trial in the seventeenth century. Her name was later used as a colloquial expression to express surprise. ."
Byers held back a smile and said, "You're right, but that's a favorite word of my grandmother's generation. The book you read must be old..."
Hermione blushed.
The surrounding Gryffindor little wizard laughed, and it is still rare to see the embarrassing scene of Miss "Master".
After the laughter, Ron asked curiously, "So...what exactly is liqueur?"
...
"Would you like some? Cocktail, it's as old as the Magic Congress, and every sip is a taste of history." asked Cormic Wilkinson, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor of Ifamoni, he was right. Shaking a rugged large wine bottle, the liquor inside made a violent sound.
Felix shook his head slightly: "I can't stand too strong wine."
"Young people don't know the goods..." Wilkinson murmured and turned his head. "What about you, Professor Moody, would you like to have something? Just one bite can make you laugh."
Moody patted the curved wine bottle around his waist and said coarsely, "I only drink my own."
Professor Wilkinson's eyes lit up, and he leaned over to ask, "What's a good thing?"
"Poor quality wine, I'm used to drinking it. I used to take a sip when I was stalking the Auror." Moody knocked his cane on the floor. "Professor Wilkinson, what do you think of my proposal?"
McGonagall, who was two places away, turned his head and couldn't bear to look straight. She still couldn't help it, letting Professor Moody's "Defense Against the Dark Arts Featured Teaching Concept" be exposed on the first day, and there was no buffer time for one more day.
"Oh, uh, this..." Wilkinson's tone became vague, "I didn't expect Hogwarts' teaching style to be so radical. I heard some rumors before, but now it seems that there should be some misunderstandings..."
He poured himself a gulp of strong alcohol, suddenly flushed, and laughed wildly. Then he began to talk aloud about the glory of his grandparents, "Charity Wilkinson! One of the Twelve Aurors in America! She is my great-great-great-grandmother, the two who only survived to old age..."
At the end of the dinner, he was carried out of the castle by four goblins, and followed the Ifamoni delegation towards the temporary camp of Quidditch Stadium.
Hogwarts students can hear his drunken voice from time to time, floating above the black night sky-"Respect Charity Wilkinson!", "Respect Seddard Fontana!", "Respect Twelve Aurors!"
"He looks furious, the principal of Ifamoni," Felix said jokingly.
The principal of Ifamoni is a very disciplined person, but Professor Wilkinson’s performance today is a bit embarrassing, and perhaps even more embarrassing is that the professor was resisted by the cold-faced goblins unconsciously, which is really against his teachings. Of subjects...
Professor McGonagall, whose expression had always been serious, laughed.
But immediately she raised her face again and said sadly: "I am worried that Professor Moody will cause trouble..."
Her worry became a reality.
In the new week, Moody did not hesitate the feelings of the new Ifamoni students. In the seventh grade class, Moody used a malicious transfer spell. The students’ noses were grafted onto plants, bottles, books, and all kinds of weird things. Stuff.
He roared gruffly: "Some of you have been singled out and passed the test of fear... Yeah, you think it's amazing... But in my opinion, it's all hallucinations! Little madness! We want to pilot the real Stuff, huh?"
His fake eye turned steadily, staring at the students in the class, including those who were transferred by Ifamoni.
Collins Foley covered his face, tearful, waved his wand desperately, and after a moment—
"boom!"
The effect of the spell disappeared, Collins clutched his intact nose, and the stone in his heart finally fell.
"Good job!" Moody limped over, "Look, this is the effect I want. You have to learn to transfer evil curses, learn how to crack them. Slytherin plus very!"
In the afternoon, Felix flipped through the roster in the ancient magic text classroom.
"Why are there two missing?"
He looked at Byers, and Byers vaguely said: "They, they are not feeling well, they are lying in the camp..."
Felix knew it, maybe he was scared by Moody's curse? But there is no need to skip his class.
"Well, classmates," he glanced around, "we start class. Given that there will be various eye-catching activities this year, your mind is bound to be distracted... Let's work harder and try to start the first project. Before, finish the course of this school year."
The little wizards below didn't respond much, and their learning progress had always been ahead. This kind of "advanced" is relative to the assessment standards of the Wizarding Examination Administration of the Ministry of Magic, which is responsible for organizing students' .Ls and .level exams.
Since Professor Haipu took office, the ancient magic writing scores of the little wizards have turned upside down. Among the students who graduated at the end of June this year, except for one who only got a good (E), the rest got the highest grade. Excellent (O).
According to the professor, "The Ministry of Magic is too slow to react yet, but you can't always expect them to turn a blind eye. After all, a bunch of ‘excellent’s are still very conspicuous..."
"Maybe they will remember this one day, and rush to Hogwarts to reassess the difficulty of the work and the assessment standards."
...
The students of Ifamoni looked around in surprise, and the students of Hogwarts seemed to have no objection to the words of Professor Haipu. This made them wonder if they were listening. Is he really going to learn a whole year of content in three months?
"Professor, do you know the time of the first event?" a student raised his hand and asked.
"It should be between late November and early December," Felix said: "One is to allow the Warriors enough time to prepare~www.novelhall.com~ Second, it is best not to delay the Christmas party, I The time period just mentioned almost meets this requirement."
He tapped on the table lightly and pulled the students into the thinking classroom.
...
A week passed unconsciously, and the students of Ifamoni melted into the ocean like a drop of water. Even if there were occasional waves, they did not cause any disturbances. At the professor's meeting on Friday, Professor McGonagall dropped two bombs.
"The first thing, the list of black magic that the Ministry of Magic has agreed upon and that can be used ‘reasonably’ in the hegemony competition is down." While speaking, a piece of parchment floated towards the professors present.
Felix was lost in thought as he looked at the long list of spells written in black ink.
"Second thing, the delegation of Ifamoni asked us whether we can let the prepared warriors of the two schools learn from each other and practice, including getting familiar with and resisting the black magic above."
She said blankly: "Let's talk about it."
While waiting for the banquet to begin, Byers had become friends with Neville, and even got familiar with Harry and the others."Yes, it's very different." At this moment, he was introducing the sorting ceremony of Ifamoni to the students of Gryffindor. "I was shocked when I saw it for the first time. There are two founders on both sides of the main entrance of the castle. People-statues of Aesop Thrall and James Stewart, passing through the main entrance is a rotunda, where we are sorting..."He drew a circle on the table to represent the shape of the hall, and then clicked four small dots."Did you see it," Byers said, pointing to the dots. "That is the animal statue representing the four colleges. The freshmen stood in a circle against the wall, waiting to read their own names. I was standing at the Goldie's Knot, I was terrified, and there were all around with nervous faces like me. When I looked up, I could see the old students and professors on the terrace on the second floor""What is Goldie's knot?" Seamus asked with interest.Byers showed him the golden knot on his robe: "This is the thing used to fasten the school robe. It's complicated, but this is the tradition of our school. Everyone has to know it.""Where did I go? Oh, standing on the knot of Goldie, and just waiting to see which magic statue responds... I felt like a year had passed, but fortunately the Thunderbird statue responded to me. "He said gratefully.Harry felt the same way. He was sorted for a long time in the first grade, but it was because the Sorting Hat strongly advised him to go to Slytherin, but he insisted on disagreeing, and was finally assigned to Gryffindor College.He couldn't help asking: "Has any new student encountered two statues responding to his situation at the same time?""There should be." Byers recalled: "But I haven't encountered it before, this kind of situation is very rare... The most famous is Ms. Serafina Piquerie, at that time all four colleges wanted to recruit her. It turned outshe was worth it, and she later became the chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States.""She did a great job in her tenure, but compared to enacting the magic animal protection law, people remember that she withstood pressure and did not ban alcohol..."Hermione screamed, "For the sake of Drifter Dane, what is that?"Byers looked at her in surprise."Am I saying something wrong?" Hermione asked in a low voice."No," Byers said. "You should have read this name from the book? Derry Dyne?"Hermione nodded and spoke cautiously: "The book says that Derry Dyne was one of the victims of the Salem witch trial in the seventeenth century. Her name was later used as a colloquial expression to express surprise. ."Byers held back a smile and said, "You're right, but that's a favorite word of my grandmother's generation. The book you read must be old..."Hermione blushed.The surrounding Gryffindor little wizard laughed, and it is still rare to see the embarrassing scene of Miss "Master".After the laughter, Ron asked curiously, "So...what exactly is liqueur?"..."Would you like some? Cocktail, it's as old as the Magic Congress, and every sip is a taste of history." asked Cormic Wilkinson, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor of Ifamoni, he was right. Shaking a rugged large wine bottle, the liquor inside made a violent sound.Felix shook his head slightly: "I can't stand too strong wine.""Young people don't know the goods..." Wilkinson murmured and turned his head. "What about you, Professor Moody, would you like to have something? Just one bite can make you laugh."Moody patted the curved wine bottle around his waist and said coarsely, "I only drink my own."Professor Wilkinson's eyes lit up, and he leaned over to ask, "What's a good thing?""Poor quality wine, I'm used to drinking it. I used to take a sip when I was stalking the Auror." Moody knocked his cane on the floor. "Professor Wilkinson, what do you think of my proposal?"McGonagall, who was two places away, turned his head and couldn't bear to look straight. She still couldn't help it, letting Professor Moody's "Defense Against the Dark Arts Featured Teaching Concept" be exposed on the first day, and there was no buffer time for one more day."Oh, uh, this..." Wilkinson's tone became vague, "I didn't expect Hogwarts' teaching style to be so radical. I heard some rumors before, but now it seems that there should be some misunderstandings..."He poured himself a gulp of strong alcohol, suddenly flushed, and laughed wildly. Then he began to talk aloud about the glory of his grandparents, "Charity Wilkinson! One of the Twelve Aurors in America! She is my great-great-great-grandmother, the two who only survived to old age..."At the end of the dinner, he was carried out of the castle by four goblins, and followed the Ifamoni delegation towards the temporary camp of Quidditch Stadium.Hogwarts students can hear his drunken voice from time to time, floating above the black night sky-"Respect Charity Wilkinson!", "Respect Seddard Fontana!", "Respect Twelve Aurors!""He looks furious, the principal of Ifamoni," Felix said jokingly.The principal of Ifamoni is a very disciplined person, but Professor Wilkinson's performance today is a bit embarrassing, and perhaps even more embarrassing is that the professor was resisted by the cold-faced goblins unconsciously, which is really against his teachings. Of subjects...Professor McGonagall, whose expression had always been serious, laughed.But immediately she raised her face again and said sadly: "I am worried that Professor Moody will cause trouble..."Her worry became a reality.In the new week, Moody did not hesitate the feelings of the new Ifamoni students. In the seventh grade class, Moody used a malicious transfer spell. The students' noses were grafted onto plants, bottles, books, and all kinds of weird things. Stuff.He roared gruffly: "Some of you have been singled out and passed the test of fear... Yeah, you think it's amazing... But in my opinion, it's all hallucinations! Little madness! We want to pilot the real Stuff, huh?"His fake eye turned steadily, staring at the students in the class, including those who were transferred by Ifamoni.Collins Foley covered his face, tearful, waved his wand desperately, and after a moment"boom!"The effect of the spell disappeared, Collins clutched his intact nose, and the stone in his heart finally fell."Good job!" Moody limped over, "Look, this is the effect I want. You have to learn to transfer evil curses, learn how to crack them. Slytherin plus very!"In the afternoon, Felix flipped through the roster in the ancient magic text classroom."Why are there two missing?"He looked at Byers, and Byers vaguely said: "They, they are not feeling well, they are lying in the camp..."Felix knew it, maybe he was scared by Moody's curse? But there is no need to skip his class."Well, classmates," he glanced around, "we start class. Given that there will be various eye-catching activities this year, your mind is bound to be distracted... Let's work harder and try to start the first project. Before, finish the course of this school year."The little wizards below didn't respond much, and their learning progress had always been ahead. This kind of "advanced" is relative to the assessment standards of the Wizarding Examination Administration of the Ministry of Magic, which is responsible for organizing students' .Ls and .level exams.Since Professor Haipu took office, the ancient magic writing scores of the little wizards have turned upside down. Among the students who graduated at the end of June this year, except for one who only got a good E, the rest got the highest grade. Excellent O.According to the professor, "The Ministry of Magic is too slow to react yet, but you can't always expect them to turn a blind eye. After all, a bunch of excellent's are still very conspicuous...""Maybe they will remember this one day, and rush to Hogwarts to reassess the difficulty of the work and the assessment standards."...The students of Ifamoni looked around in surprise, and the students of Hogwarts seemed to have no objection to the words of Professor Haipu. This made them wonder if they were listening. Is he really going to learn a whole year of content in three months?"Professor, do you know the time of the first event?" a student raised his hand and asked."It should be between late November and early December," Felix said: "One is to allow the Warriors enough time to prepare~www.novelhall.com~ Second, it is best not to delay the Christmas party, I The time period just mentioned almost meets this requirement."He tapped on the table lightly and pulled the students into the thinking classroom....A week passed unconsciously, and the students of Ifamoni melted into the ocean like a drop of water. Even if there were occasional waves, they did not cause any disturbances. At the professor's meeting on Friday, Professor McGonagall dropped two bombs."The first thing, the list of black magic that the Ministry of Magic has agreed upon and that can be used reasonably' in the hegemony competition is down." While speaking, a piece of parchment floated towards the professors present.Felix was lost in thought as he looked at the long list of spells written in black ink."Second thing, the delegation of Ifamoni asked us whether we can let the prepared warriors of the two schools learn from each other and practice, including getting familiar with and resisting the black magic above."She said blankly: "Let's talk about it."
