As the dinner was about to end, the students were full and drunk, and the sound in the auditorium gradually became noisy.

More and more people were aware of the fact that President Dumbledore was not here tonight. They glanced at the professor's seat and talked in a slight conversation, and a sense of uneasiness filled the air.

Felix watched the scene silently, and Professor Flevy's sharp voice passed through two seats to his ears.

"Minerva, did Principal Dumbledore get stuck with something?"

"I don't know either," Professor McGonagall tightened his lips and tugged his hands together, looking very entangled. She looked at the students pointing in the auditorium and suddenly stood up.

"Students"

Her voice came out from afar, and the auditorium gradually became quiet. Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and was about to explain, but at this time the direction of the auditorium against the door suddenly started to clamor.

Professor McGonagall felt relieved and Dumbledore appeared.

He stood at the entrance of the auditorium, behind which was a dimly lit foyer, but his silver-white hair and beard glittered under the illumination of the pumpkin lantern.

The uneasy atmosphere accumulated in the air suddenly disappeared.

Dumbledore smiled and strided through the gap between the dining table in the auditorium. People started to talk enthusiastically again, but this time the atmosphere in the air was relaxed and cheerful. Dumbledore stood on his own star chair, and Harry keenly discovered that he had put on the white gloves again and the black gem ring was put away.

"The color of the beard has also been restored," Hermione whispered.

Harry stared at Dumbledore's conspicuous purple-red robe and white gloves, guessing whether the hands inside the gloves were intact, and did not pay attention to the question of his beard at all. "What did you say?" he asked subconsciously.

"President Dumbledore's beard is not the same as when he was fighting," Hermione whispered, stretching her neck to look at it, "but now it's changed back."

"Is this true?" Ron poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice and patted his stomach full of food with satisfaction.

"I saw it too," Neville whispered. "The principal's beard became darker during the battle, and it was a kind of iron gray, a bit like, like..."

"The boss of Pig Head Bar!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione took back their eyes to the professor's seat and looked at Neville, who nodded to them with a serious look on his face.

"Maybe it a secret method," Ron said uneasy.

"I really hope this is the case," said Hermione, "but I have never seen it in any book... unless the principal uses advanced human deformation."

"It must be like that." Ron made the final decision.

"But why did Principal Dumbledore do that?" Harry asked in confusion. An important lesson he learned from the duel club was not to do extra movements during the battle. He looked at the professor's seat again.

Dumbledore did not sit down directly. He stood in front of the chair and looked at the students in the auditorium. His voice calmed down again and people looked at him with eager eyes.

"Ah, please forgive me. There have been so many newspapers mentioning my name recently. I am going to cut all the parts that mentioned me," Dumbledore said, blinking his eyes. "Owls from all over the world have also filled my offices. These little guys have always had a special liking for moving things. I had to pack up the silverware on the table... After all this, I suddenly realized that the dinner had begun."

"I hope you can understand that for an old man, time is both the most precious and the most overlooked thing. I have experienced this particularly profoundly when playing the Ten-Pillars Rolling Woodball Play..."

He sat down, without eating anything, but looked around the auditorium with a smile. After another ten minutes, the dinner ended when the last round of dessert disappeared from the table.

The students stood up sparsely. They moved slowly and lazily towards the door, like a group of sloths coming out for food. The professors also stood up, "Severus." Dumbledore said politely, "Can you keep it? I have something to say to you."

The two left together.

After the others were almost gone, Hagrid also took out his wooden box from under the table, greeted Felix and Sirius, and quickly slipped away.

"Everyone is weird." Sirius muttered.

"Are you okay?" Felix asked.

"It's okay," Sirius said vaguely, "Isn't it just a punishment... I don't care, I'm used to it."

A vague, distant voice floated from behind them.

"If I definitely can't stand this, it would be too humiliating to stay on campus."

Sirius glared at Trelawney, "Sorry? I don't seem to have seen you before. Are you also a professor at the school?"

As if he was very offended, Trelawney suddenly threw her shawl toward her body and left.

"She is Sybil Trilawney, the professor of divination. You've seen her several times..." Felix's tone was unpredictable. In fact, his feelings for the professor were wonderful. The two prophecies he knew were completed by Trilawney.

"I know," Sirius said without hesitation, "I also helped Harry do homework for divination classes. You know, come up with ideas and so on. Children nowadays have a little bit of imagination..."

Gryffindor Common Lounge.

Harry sat drowsyly in the soft armchair. He glanced at the Master Clock at the door of the lounge. It was less than nine o'clock. It was still early to go to bed, but he wanted to do nothing. Harry looked at the ceiling of the lounge and flipped his hands from the mezzanine in the seat gap to a rolled newspaper.

He picked it up and looked at it. The picture above was a picture of Dumbledore leaning down to grab his shoulder. He stared at himself lying on the ground, twisting like a snake, subconsciously touching his scars.

Ron sat next to him, the armchair trembled twice, and he stretched his head over and took a look, "Brother, you were really scary at that time."

Harry didn't say anything, he turned back one page, "Re-recognizing Felix Hepp", and another page, "The only person he feared: Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard," and the fourth edition is "The dark mark reappears over Ifamoni Magic School!"

He sat up and read the article carefully.

"After that thrilling duel ended, a lot of delayed news spread to China. For example, the brilliant wand has been confirmed to be Salazar Slytherin's snake wooden wand. It is hard to imagine that this wand has been sleeping in front of the Ifamoni School for more than three hundred years.

It is reported that this wand was brought to the United States by a descendant of Slytherin, and followed the guidance of the darkness to establish the Ifamoni Magic School.

It can be concluded that the mysterious man coveted this wand for a long time. After obtaining the wand, he killed Efamoni principal Agilbert Fontana who came to stop him. Fontana is a descendant of the Twelve Aurors in the United States. During his tenure, he praised it well and led the delegation of the Ifamoni School to participate in the first Five-Five Championship last year.

The American magic circle was filled with righteous indignation and strongly demanded that the murderer who killed Principal Fontana be handed over.

...

At present, Ifamoni has not selected a new principal. The only person who witnessed the death of Principal Fontana at the time of the incident was a young Muggle professor, Yuria Edmund, who was very lucky to be spared from the slaughter.

When asked, Edmund said, 'The battle ended too quickly. Although Principal Fontana resisted tenaciously, the opponent's moves were evil and weird, and all defenses collapsed in an instant...'

As of today, the American Magic and France Association has not issued a public statement. There are rumors that they sent Aurors to intercept the mysterious man, but suffered heavy losses. Principal Dumbledore and Ms. Borns called on all wizards to unite and fight against the mysterious man and his Death Eater forces together.

This message has not been confirmed."

Harry put down the newspaper, his heart heavy.

Ron said optimistically: "Don't worry, Hogwarts can be said to be the safest place in the world. The mysterious man would never dare to come."

"You're right," said Harry, feeling a little better.

Ron looked at Hermione who was writing and drawing on the table and whispered: "We can do nothing in school. Instead of worrying about this, we should care about the troubles that are so close."

"What trouble?"

"Quidditch is coming, I asked Angelina, the first game is scheduled for the weekend, and we specially exempted our homework from Slytherin McGonagall this week, and Snape even completed the venue that we could book a month in advance. Harry, everyone wants to win!"

……valley

On the first weekend of November, Valen went out happily, wearing a small scarf, swaying all the way.

The ground in the courtyard was covered with a thin layer of snow, but that was nothing to it. Valen stepped out a string of small footprints and searched for his target.

"Wow! Look, it's a little rich woman."

A group of people gathered around.

Valen nodded imposingly, and pulled away a finger that wanted to scratch its chin. It jumped to the bench in the courtyard, and then the little wizards took out the "baby" they collected.

"I found a shiny pebbles by the black lake!" said a boy proudly.

Valen shook his head, and the others started to scream.

"Valun already has many glowing stones, look at me!" A little witch mysteriously took out a small hat from her pocket, and there were still a shiny little circle on the hat, and Valun's eyes lit up.

"Shi!"

It picked and picked out a few things from its pockets: a flying paper crane, a ghost food, a small bottle of super-blown bubble water, and a quill floating in the air. The little witch seemed very hesitant.

"It's super bubble-blowing water, choose that!" A little wizard next to him gave a suggestion.

"What's the use of this quill?" the little witch asked curiously.

Valen picked up a quill pen and wrote a crooked word in the air. "This." The people around him were amazed again, "There are really sniffs who can write!" Valen waved his hand proudly at first, but when he thought of the Great Demon King, it wiped away the words in the air with guilt.

"I want this," said Mafalda, his eyes flashing.

The first transaction was successfully completed. Valen wore a goose yellow hat and a scarf, feeling happy.

"Hi, Valen, do you want to take a picture?" said Colin Clivi, who was passing by.

Valen nodded repeatedly.

Colin took out the camera from his body as if he was doing magic, opened the cover of the camera, and Valen called out. "What's wrong?" Colin stopped and asked. Valen reached into his small pocket, took out a small wooden stick, and posed in a handsome position.

Then nodded to Colin and said that he was ready. Colin took a photo of it.

"I'll give you the washed photos in two days." He waved his hand and left. "I'm going to watch the game at Quidditch Stadium. I can't miss it after a year."

Valen's eyes lit up, and it quickly completed the remaining few transactions. Even the boy with the smooth pebbles got a card that would make twelve kinds of laughter and left with satisfaction.

Valen returned to the castle and followed the foyer to the stone steps in front of the castle. He set up a pergola with his hands to look at the Quidditch Stadium in the distance, and began to feel worried that the road was too far.

It wanted to go to Quidditch Stadium to watch the game, but it was too tired to walk over by itself. Valen stood on the steps and looked left and right, and at this time it heard a keen voice, "...Astoria, can you let me save some snacks..."

"What's wrong with me?" said an indignant voice.

"Although Professor Bince is a ghost, he is also a professor at the school. You can't tease him in class with ghost food..."

Astoria was about to refute when she saw a sniff suddenly impulse in front of her, and her arms spread out to stop them.

"It's you, little guy?"

Astoria jumped happily in front of it, reaching out to touch and sniff the head, Valen jumped away quickly and angrily took out the small wooden stick and pointed it at her.
To be continued...