After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 236 New Semester (2)

"Oh, not necessarily," said Hermione. "Parvati, Paty's twin sister is in Ravenclaw, and they're exactly alike. You didn't think they'd be sorted together, did you?"

There seemed to be more empty seats at the staff table than usual. Lamia didn't see Hagrid; of course, he was struggling to get the first years across the lake, and Professor McGonagall was probably having the hall floor dried, but there was still one seat vacant.

Lamia's thoughts gradually drifted away, and she didn't know who should sit in the empty seat.

"Why isn't there a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione said, also looking at the teachers over there.

Lamia shook her head, her eyes dull, as if she had lost her soul.

None of their Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers stayed for more than three terms.

So far, there have been two Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers. The last one was Professor Lupin, who resigned last year.

Lamia came back to her senses and glanced back and forth at the staff tables. There was no doubt that no face was new.

"Maybe they can't find anyone?" said Hermione, looking a little anxious.

Lamia continued to look at the staff table. Indeed, this was the only table that was of some interest. Professor Flitwick, the short man who taught them Charms, sat on a pile of cushions. Next to him was Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, her hat tilted on her long flowing gray hair.

She was talking to Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy Department. On the other side of Professor Sinistra sat Snape, the Potions teacher with a sallow face, a hooked nose, and greasy hair. Lamia quickly looked in the other direction; Snape's eyes were too sharp.

The seat on Snape's other side was empty; that should have been Professor McGonagall's seat.

Further over there, in the middle of the table, sat the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. His flowing silver hair and beard gleamed in the candlelight, and his luxurious dark green robes were embroidered with many stars and moons.

Dumbledore touched the fingertips of his two slender hands together, his chin resting on them, his eyes looking at the ceiling above through the half-moon lenses, as if lost in thought.

Lamia also looked at the ceiling. The ceiling was enchanted and looked the same as the sky outside. Lamia had been in this school for so long and had never seen it so stormy. It seemed to foreshadow something.

Black and purple clouds rolled above, and as another round of thunder sounded outside, a forked streak of lightning streaked across the ceiling.

"Oh, why aren't you starting yet?" sighed Ron, who was beside Harry. "I could eat Hagrid's rock pie."

This was definitely Ron's bravest statement.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the auditorium opened and everyone immediately fell silent.

If they were soaking wet, it was nothing compared to the first years as Professor McGonagall led a long line of first years to the top of the hall.

They looked as if they had swum across the lake instead of taking a ferry, and they stood in a row along the staff table, stopped, and faced the whole school.

They were all shivering with cold and nerves—all except the smallest boy, who had drab sandy hair and was wrapped in something that Lamia almost recognized as Hagrid's moleskin coat.

The coat was much too big for him, and he looked as if he were under a black fur circus tent, with his little face sticking out from over the collar, looking terribly excited.

As he stood in a line with his terrified companions, his eyes met Colin Creevey's. He raised his two thumbs and mouthed, "I fell into the lake!" He looked extremely happy about this.

At this time, Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and placed a tattered, dirty, and patched wizard's hat on the stool.

The first-year students stared at it, and so did the others. For a moment, there was silence in the auditorium, and then a crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly began to sing:

……

Okay, put me on your head,

I've never looked past it,

I want to take a look inside your head,

Find out which college you belong to!

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, there was warm applause in the hall.

"That's not the song it sang the last time it sorted us," said Hermione.

"Well, it didn't seem this long last time." Lamia said dejectedly.

"It sings a different song every year," said Ron. "It must have a pretty monotonous life for a hat, doesn't it? I suppose it takes a whole year to come up with the next song."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall unrolled a large roll of parchment.

“When I call your name, put your hat on your head and sit on the stool,” she told the first-year students. “When the hat announces the house, go sit at the corresponding table.”

"Stuart Ackerley!"

A boy walked forward. It could be seen that he was shaking from head to toe. He picked up the sorting hat, put it on his head, and sat on the stool.

"Ravenclaw!" yelled the Sorting Hat.

Stuart Ackerley took off his hat and hurried to a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone applauded him.

There was nothing new going on, and Lamia was bored and wanted to sneak away.

"Malcolm Bardock!"

"Slytherin!"

Loud cheers came from a table at the side of the hall, but Lamia did not respond. Bardock was a little confused when he saw Lamia sitting at the Gryffindor table, but when the green-robed man next to him whispered a few words in his ear, the look in his eyes when he looked at Lamia completely changed. It can only be said that the Sorting Hat is still authoritative.

When Bardock joined the Slytherin group, Draco clapped his hands vigorously. His applause attracted Lamia's attention, which seemed to encourage him even more and made him applaud even louder.

"Eleanor Branstone!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Owen Caldwell!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey!"

Tiny Dennis Creevey stumbled forward, constantly tripping over Hagrid's moleskin coat.

Just then, Hagrid himself sneaked into the Great Hall through a door behind the staff desk. Hagrid was twice the size of an average man and at least three times the size. His long black hair and black beard were tangled together in a mess, and he looked a little scary - which often gives people the wrong impression.

And only those who knew him knew that Hagrid actually had a very kind heart. He winked at them, sat down at the end of the staff table, and watched Dennis Creevey put on the Sorting Hat. The crack on the brim of the hat opened -