The freshmen lined up excitedly to the top of the auditorium and waited for the branch office, while Felix felt a little hungry.

The same is true for sniffing Valen.

"Wait a minute, we can make a bet and guess if there is a raisin pudding on the table. By the way, do you eat grapes?" Felix asked in a low voice, sitting on his lap, stretching his neck to stare at the empty table, a little disappointed.

Especially when it applied with its eyes and asked if it could collect a set of Hogwarts tableware, it was rejected by Felix without any mercy.

Snape looked at them with a strange expression, but Sniff was only interested in the shiny, delicate things. It looked at Dumbledore's silver beard that suddenly appeared, and turned his head to see Flitvie sitting on the high cushion, with no eyes left.

“…

Put me on your head,

I've never seen it.

I want to look at your mind,

Determine which academy you belong to!”

Accompanied by the rumbling applause, the branch hat ended its annual singing and the branch officially began. The only strange thing about Felix was that the last line of the song was not "They have a dream and a wish." It was because he had listened too many times in the principal's office before, which made him subconsciously think that the branch hat was going to end with this.

"Stuart Ackley!" Professor McGonagall stood aside, unfolded a long piece of parchment, and chanted the name.

A boy walked up and could see that he was trembling from head to toe. He picked up his branch hat and put it on his head, sat on a stool, rolling his eyes a little nervously.

"Ravenclaw!" cried the school hat.

Stewart Ackley took off his hat and hurried to the seat next to Ravenclaw's table, and everyone at the table applauded and welcomed him.

"Malcolm Bardock! Slytherin!"

"Eleanor Branstone! Hufflepuff!"

"Irving Caldwell! Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Clivie! Gryffindor!"

The little guy named Clivi was wearing a mole coat, obviously from Hagrid, and for the freshman in the first grade, it was a solid fur tent. When he was assigned to Gryffindor College, he ran to the Gryffindor College without thinking.

While running, he shouted excitedly, sharing his experience: "Colin! I fell into the lake! Lake!"

"Sorting hat! Leave the separating hat!"

Professor McGonagall chased him and shouted twice, but he didn't react. She had no choice but to tap her wand and let the newborn's scoring hat float back on its own. Felix hooked his finger and let the mole coat fly to Hagrid, who was about to get up.

"Thank you, Felix." Hagrid said roughly, and he reached out and shook his coat, raindrops scattered all over the floor.

On the other side, Gryffindor College made a kind laugh. The freshman scratched his head and sat shyly next to a student who looked very similar to him. After a while, he began to describe the scene of his fall into the water excitedly. "I fell into the lake, fed a few sips of water, thinking to myself, it's over! As a result, something suddenly pushed me back onto the boat!"

"It's so cool!" said Colin Clivi, his older brother who is two years older than him. He was as excited as his younger brother, "Probably the giant squid, Dennis!"

Colin pointed to Harry, who had a few seats across, and said, "Did you see the boy over there? The one with dark hair and glasses? He is Harry Potter. He is in the twelve albums I sent to my home and his friends!"

His younger brother Dennis looked at Harry curiously. If his brother had not been living in the courtyard for more than half a year when he was in the first grade because he was indirectly looking at the Basilisk, he would have been unable to put down the photo album at home.

But thanks to his brother's photo album, he recognized Harry at a glance. His brother continued, "I just asked him to pray for you, hoping that you can be assigned to Gryffindor. Guess what? It's really useful."

"I'll tell you about the patron saint he released in the hall, he was so handsome..."

People don’t have the same emotions. Harry’s face was a little hot, and Ron asked him teasingly: “Have you just prayed?”

Harry stammered and hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Why should that empty seat be the new professor?" He pointed to the teacher's seat.

"Who else?" Ron muttered, "but he was late, the dinner was about to begin."

In fact, no one sat in the empty seat on the teacher's seat until the dinner ended when Harry was swelling and had to abandon half of the smoked potatoes on the plate.

Felix used a metamorphosis to create a small set of tables and chairs, and Varen sat on it, eating a piece of cut raisin pudding, and a white napkin was tied to its chest.

After eating early, it was a little bored. It smelled various smells in the air and soon discovered an acquaintance.

It pulled Rafelix's trousers' legs and pointed in one direction. The little guy with a black face was too short, but he roughly saw the direction and guessed what it meant.

"Go, don't steal anyone's things, and tableware is not OK, remember?"

Nodded constantly.

It walked under the dining table, crossed the legs that were kicking around, quickly discovered the target, and climbed up along her trouser legs.

"Ouch!" Hermione called out, looked down and met a pair of shiny black eyes.

"Valen?" she whispered, Ron, Harry and several students around her looked over.

"A black duck?" Dean Thomas, who grew up in a Muggle family, asked curiously.

"I guess, that's a sniff," Neville whispered.

"What do you sniff?"

"Sniff, her name is Valen, and she was raised by Professor Hepp," said Hermione.

"She?" Dean was shocked.

"That's right!" Hermione hugged and sniffed happily, "She is a little lady, right?"

Ron stared at Valen and said, "I always wanted to have one, which is famous for finding treasures. It was on Fred and George's New Year's wish list when he was a kid."

Fred leaned over his head through Angelina's position and said, "Don't slander us, our wishes have changed long ago."

"Yes," said George, who sat on the other side of him. "Especially when we found out that Sniffing is better at rushing money from the pockets of people around us, we changed our minds."

"Look at your pockets and forks," Fred warned at last.

"And the goblet." George added.

Ron covered his pocket sadly, "They make sense, Harry, it's staring at your coin!"

Sitting in Hermione's arms, Sniffany looked at Harry intently. Harry was holding a Muggle coin in his hand, which was golden and still shining. It was transformed by Felix last school year. He used a magic trick to monitor the number of times the phantom was used.

According to the agreement, Harry must use Phantom Movement outside the House of Requests after its golden light is filled.

When he left school last school year, he was a little short of it, but during the summer vacation he followed Sirius around and accidentally made up for the last one...

At this time, Dumbledore began to speak with a smile. First of all, the clichés, Felch's list of prohibited items is updated every year, and there are currently 437 items; and he reiterated that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest without permission.

They had long been familiar with these words. There was no one around Harry who listened carefully. They were obviously more interested in sniffing.

"Harry, you'd better put the coin away. Although Professor Happ had taught it, but my goodness!"

Hermione stopped in surprise, sniffed Valen's heart and took out a gold gallon from her pocket, placed it on the table, and pointed to Harry's coins.

"What is it doing?" Ron asked in confusion.

"I think," Hermione took a deep breath and said incredibly: "Harry, it wants to exchange with you."

The three of them looked at each other, and it was a strange sniff. Ron chuckled, "Professor Happ's education is really... haha... it's really effective, even the nature of sniffing is correct."

But soon, he couldn't laugh because he couldn't get a response for a long time. Valen thought Harry was unwilling to do so, so he took out a gold gallon from his small pocket and stacked it with the first one.

Harry looked at it in a daze, and the third one was stacked on the long dining table, and the fourth one was stacked. The slower the sniffing movements became, the pink hands kept shaking, and even Dean could see how reluctant it was.

But the pain of paying money is, and how arrogant you are when you let go, Sniff stretched out a finger, pointed to the stacked Jin Jialong, and pointed to the shining coins in Harry's hand. The little rich woman's aura emitted made the surroundings stunned.

Ron instigated: "Don't give up, Harry. Look at how much Gallon it can take out, Merlin's beard...it's much richer than me!"

At this time, Dumbledore finally talked about things closely related to the students, "...I have to tell you very regretfully that the Academy Cup Quidditch will not be held this year."

"What?" Harry raised his head, breathless in surprise. Not only him, but most of the students were stunned by the news.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, and the thunder outside the castle exploded, shaking the glass windows and the auditorium door slammed open.

A man walked in, leaning on a long crutch, wrapped in a black travel cloak. With the help of the light in the auditorium, students from the four academy saw his appearance clearly and took a breath.

The man's face seemed to be carved from a piece of decayed wood, and the one who did it was a crappy craftsman. He was absolutely not good at carving knives. Every inch of his skin was covered with scars. His nose was missing a piece of meat. One leg was made of wood carvings. He made a bang when he walked. When he passed the dining table, the little wizards on both sides were so scared that they hurriedly shrank to the other side.

Harry stared at Moody's face, then looked at the half of the smoked potato on the plate, suddenly feeling a little nauseous.

After getting closer, the students found that the most terrifying thing about the stranger was his eyes. One was intact, but the other was sniffing in Hermione's arms, covering her face with two small hands and dared not look at it, but it still did not forget to reach out and put Jin Jialong on the table back into his pocket.

Hermione was funny and angry, but when her eyes fell on the stranger's eyes, she couldn't laugh at all. It was a big and round fake eye, which was spinning up and down in the eye sockets, sometimes leaving only a piece of white eyes, and it seemed that she was staring behind her.

He simply shook hands with Dumbledore, sat in the only free seat, ignored the others, and ate the remaining food on the table. But the blue fake eye still kept turning around, looking at the auditorium and classmates.

"Please allow me to introduce our new teacher in the Dark Magic Defense Arts class," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

In a terrifying silence, Dumbledore announced the existence of the Championship, introducing the origin and development of the original Triple Championship, and later the death toll was too high. After several centuries, the Ministry of Magic finally prepared, and this time, the number of schools participating in the competition increased to five.

Many students didn't even know about Demstrong and Boothbaton, let alone Ifamoni and Vargado outside Europe. They listened to Dumbledore's speech as if they were listening to a fantasy.

Felix is ​​not unfamiliar with this information. He cleared his throat and sniffed Valen immediately jumped out of Hermione's arms, deliberately taking a long way to avoid Moody with scary eyes.

Moody held a sausage in his mouth and ate it. The fake eye followed the traces of sniffing and saw it finally climbing onto a young professor's shoulder. He sniffed softly.
Chapter completed!