Time passed little by little, and the auditorium was filled with a sweet smell.

Felix put down his knife and fork contentedly, waiting for the dessert after the main meal. The other students in the auditorium were still eating enthusiastically, chatting loudly, and unaware of the ghost floating above their heads.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry had almost eaten, and began to pay attention to the voices around him. He was not happy to find that one of the topics people whispered was him, the ghost of the Gryffindor Academy, the almost headless Nick's voice floated into his ears through seven or eight seats.

"Yes, it's Harry Potter, he's there, you have the chance to see it in the future..."

Harry didn't look back, but he guessed that Nick was talking to the freshman at Hogwarts, and he concluded that the freshman came from a wizard family so that he could know his name before going to school, unless the student was a top student like Hermione.

Dean and Semore were talking loudly about the news about Diagon Alley. He pricked up his ears and had no chance to go there this year. The textbooks, stationery and potion materials he used were bought by Mrs. Weasley. He originally planned to go to the Future World No. 1 store in Diagon Alley to see if there were any new products, but this plan had to be failed.

I don’t know if the Weasley Twin Brothers’ Curse Series is available…

"The shops are full, and there are more people than before... There is no way, who made this year's book list publish so late? Everyone rushed to the same place. Not many people were interested in stopping and chatting. I saw several familiar faces, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if something was chasing behind..."

"The magic booklets are in short supply, and my mother also wants to buy a few copies for relatives who live abroad..."

Seamo said with great enthusiasm, and when he met Harry's gaze, he grinned and his voice became louder.

"There are many mobile stalls on both sides of the street, but in fact they just put a piece of cloth on the ground. What are they selling? Of course they are all kinds of amulets. My mother told me that they are garbage, and they are not as likely to find real people when they go over the alley... She is of course joking."

"That ghost place has not been seized by Auror." Ron's mouth was stuffed, and Harry magically heard what he meant.

Diagon Alley and Turlough Alley are adjacent to Turlough Alley, but its reputation is completely different. Diagon Alley covers a huge area and is the magical commercial center of British wizards. Turlough Alley is just a remote alley, and the goods sold in the shops are not too formal.

At this moment, a voice spoke in his ear: "Let me get a seat."

Harry was startled and turned around and saw a tall girl with long braids leaning over to look at him, her face less than a foot away from him, Angelina Johnson, who poked Harry and Ron with her fingers, successfully squeezed out a position between them and sat down.

"So, how are the summer vacation?" she asked briskly.

"It's okay." Harry said, unable to figure out her purpose for a moment.

"Well, that's it," Angelina stroked her hair, "I've been selected as captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Captain Quidditch," Harry repeated, then opened his eyes wide and shouted, "Quidditch?"

Angelina showed a "very sure" expression, "Fred told me that you forgot Quidditch, I don't really believe it..."

"How could it be?" Harry stammered, "I played with Cedric during the holidays." He looked around and saw the handsome face on the long table of Hufflepuff Academy.

"Yes, so you won't quit the team?" Angelina asked, her big eyes staring at Harry, and Harry's heart was under a sudden pressure.

"Absolutely not. I'm counting on another trophy." He promised.

"That's good," Angelina breathed relief. "I don't want to be too sensitive, but I just took over the team and always felt that the responsibility was heavy. I understand why Oliver was so long-winded..."

"Don't learn from him," Harry said hurriedly.

Angelina laughed.

"Then I'll leave first, by the way, since Oliver is gone, we need a new goalkeeper. I'm going to schedule the selection at 5pm on Friday, and I hope all the players will be there at that time. Is it OK? In this way, we can let the newcomers try to cooperate with everyone."

"No problem, have you chosen anyone?" Harry asked, and Ron, who was eating beside him, pricked his ears.

"Not yet," she sighed, "I'll post the application form to the wall when I go back." She bent down and left.

"She looks very stressed, and I almost forgot about Quidditch," said Hermione.

"Maybe the captain who just took over the team is like this? Cedric was not used to it at the beginning..." Harry only answered the first half.

"Then do you still have time? This year is O.W.Ls. Don't forget that you promised Neville to reorganize the duel study group." Hermione reminded him.

"I know." Harry muttered.

The food on the table was swept away, and after a few seconds, various desserts suddenly appeared on the plate.

Harry picked up a fried jam donut and chewed it "crack" while looking at the professor's seat. His eyes were first placed on Dumbledore, sitting on a golden high-backed chair in the middle of the long table, wearing a dark purple robe covered with silver stars, a matching hat and gloves, and looked like the band leader who was walking in the wrong place. On the left and right were Professor McGonagall and Snape, who was trying a fresh strawberry drizzled with sauce. From her expression, Snape on the other side squinted his eyes and responded to Dumbledore's question, his lips almost closed, and Sirius and Hepp were sitting across Professor Fleevy and Professor Sprout. Strangely, Sirius also gave up on the meal early and poked the fruit on the blueberry cake with a boring fork.

As for Professor Hepp - Felix stared at the ceiling, the color on it was the same as the outside environment, much simpler than in previous years. He and Sirius actually arrived at school earlier than the Hogwarts students, but Mrs. Pomfrey spent a lot of time on Sirius inspections.

In the words of Mrs. Pomfrey, Felix's approach is quite "rough" and "unprofessional". If it is not treated in time, it may become ulcerated and pus in a few days. While she was cleaning the wound again, Felix chatted with Dumbledore who arrived.

"The one who sent you the message is Severus," he said in a sure tone.

"I knew you could guess," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I also know," Felix said slowly, "Severus was the one who revealed Bones' whereabouts to Voldemort. Sirius himself mentioned it at the meeting, and he heard it."

Dumbledore was slightly silent, "You are right."

"Is it really necessary to do this? I can't save their lives 100%. In fact, Voldemort's most loyal servant, Barty Crouch, died before his eyes," Felix said slightly more, "I did it."

"As a qualified spy, if you want to gain Voldemort's trust, you must show unique value, and this value must be something that others cannot give. Only in this way can Voldemort look at him differently." Dumbledore said without emotion.

"This is not the answer I want, Albus, I don't think you're so cold," Felix said.

"Thank you for saying this, Felix." Dumbledore smiled and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched out.

"If possible, of course I hope to do more and exchange my own life for Voldemort's? It's really cost-effective. If I have the chance, I won't hesitate... But in my position, I have already put too many people's hopes on my behalf, and I can't bet easily..."

"I know Voldemort, maybe even better than him. If he doesn't experience a failure, he will not reflect. Amelia will always be in danger. Voldemort must realize that it is not easy to catch her, and she can also call for support at any time. This time you are the only one, but it will not be certain next time, so that Voldemort will turn his eyes away."

"Only Sirius is innocent in the whole thing, but he is not innocent. Every member of the Order is ready. Just like the one you buried in the Death Eater-"

Felix raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at it with a slight look.

"Lucius, is that?" Dumbledore asked softly, "maybe more than--"

"How did you guess?" Felix interrupted.

"Ah, Lucius has been trying to make trouble for me in the past. I don't think it would be the end of our confrontation with each other, and that's true. But I found that the complaints against me in the entire fourth grade were mostly reduced, as if one of the leaders had lost their hearts or had more difficult problems."

"So," Felix said slowly, "Since you know Lucius's existence, why-"

"Let Severus take the risk?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, whirling his two thumbs...

Felix nodded.

"I have said that Severus's role is unique. He is Voldemort's most proud masterpiece. A nail stuck in the heart of the Order of the Phoenix can provide information about everyone, including you and me--"

Felix suddenly realized, "Why do you value more information to Voldemort than to obtain information from Voldemort?"

Dumbledore blinked.

"Instead of letting Voldemort act recklessly, I hope he can act in the way I expect, even if there is a risk, I can control it within a reasonable range."

...

"You guys really got it? One day before school starts?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Yes, I got it," said Harry.

"I really didn't expect that I had failed so many times before. What is it, Harry?"

"What are you talking about?" Ron looked at the two of them with confusion.

"Don't interrupt," Hermione said, her eyes still focused on Harry.

"President Dumbledore got a memory from Mr. Slughorn." Harry looked around and kept not hearing it, and whispered to them, "I guess it was Voldemort involved, at least the principal was very excited after getting the memory."

"Maybe it was the way to defeat Voldemort," Hermione guessed, "As you said, the old man and Principal Dumbledore were colleagues, which shows that he had taught mysterious people, right? He must know something."

"I think so too," Harry shrugged and continued to eat. "Mr. Slughorn was not in a good mood compared to Principal Dumbledore. He drove us out and did not respond positively to the principal's suggestion that he move."

"move place?"

"President Dumbledore hopes that he will live in Hogwarts and continue to engage in potion research. Hogsmeade is OK - he can be neighbors with the Honey Duke, and it can be seen that he is a little moved." Harry said casually.

Hermione chewed slowly, "What will it be? Since it is a memory, it can only be a past event..."

At this time, Dumbledore stood up, and he knocked on his cup, and the auditorium calmed down.

"Welcome back. I know you can't wait to go to the warm and comfortable quilt, but please wait patiently for a while and listen to me say a few words... Our teacher team has two changes this year. The first is the magical biology class. Our hunting guards need to deal with some private matters and will be absent for a few weeks... During this period, Professor Graplane is willing to fill this vacancy and let us warmly welcome it."

Professor Graplan stood up from his seat, pointed at the students with her protruding chin, and sat down, and there was a polite applause in the auditorium.

"The next thing I'm introducing is our new teacher in the Dark Magic Defense Arts class. Professor Black has rich experience in fighting against Dark Magic. He has been a staff member of the Minister of Magic for the past two months. He will join the teaching staff this year."

Sirius stood up happily, waved at everyone, and finally couldn't help but blew two loud whistles. The air in the auditorium suddenly became lively, and Fred and George responded to him with whistles.

Dumbledore and others calmed down their applause and continued:

"This year, there will be some small and interesting attempts in the school. I believe some of you have heard of them. There are two things that are closely related to you."

"The first thing is that the ancient magical text class exam will be divided into two parts: theoretical exam and practical exam. The specific assessment criteria will be introduced to you by Professor Haipu in class."

Felix waved his hand lazily, and the students whispered to each other below.

"The second thing is that the school will include some mantras in the scope of academic year assessment. In principle, every student must pass. If there are special circumstances, you can apply in advance. Of course, I will not admit the reasons such as 'alleviation of specific words'... We will post the assessment mantras for different grades within the first week of school."

"So, let's sing school songs together before everyone goes to bed." Dumbledore said loudly.

The auditorium was commotion, and the smile on Felix's face seemed to froze. Hogwarts did not sing school songs every year, and sometimes arranged for student orchestras to sing, but it was obvious that Dumbledore was very interested in making a guest appearance as a conductor this year.

A long golden ribbon floated out from the tip of his wand and twisted into words.

Principal Dumbledore wore a star glove with a robe and hat, and his wand was wide open and closed, as if he was holding a baton, and Felix hummed with the big slip.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us knowledge, whether we are bald old men or children who fall into their knees, our minds can accept something interesting..."

After the chorus of scattered chorus, Dumbledore wiped his eyes emotionally.
Chapter completed!