HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 362 Opening Lecture

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Similar conversations took place at other long tables.

Some people also realized that some of their classmates had also disappeared. It was not just because there were too many people on the train and they were not seen, but because they really did not come to school.

After asking where the guests came from, the little animals took a deep breath and vaguely realized that something had changed drastically. They had completely bid farewell to their past lives and were now completely different.

All they can do is accept it.

However, the professors will not harm them.

Of course, the most important thing now, from beginning to end, is the freshman division.

Everyone looked in unison at the long line led by Professor McGonagall - as she read out the names of the people one by one, the line shortened little by little.

At the same time, everyone's satiety is also shortened.

...Although this did not affect the little animals' enthusiastic applause to welcome the new members.

In the staff seats, Dumbledore's smile became even happier.

"Welcome! Welcome our distinguished guests! Welcome our new students, and welcome back our old students! Although I really want to introduce the distinguished guests to you now, it's not a good time to do so when you're hungry. Let's eat happily first!"

The old principal's greetings when he stood up before the banquet began were just as brief.

As always, the gold and silver plates and cups on the table were piled with large pieces of meat, fried food, vegetables, various pasta products, jams, and pumpkin juice.

Most of the young American wizards carefully looked at the food on the table. When they saw that it smelled good, they picked up their knives, forks and spoons.

"……Cai, what's wrong?"

There was a small snake nearby that was about to put the food into its mouth, but when it saw their attitude, it paused for a moment, looking a little confused.

A young wizard in a blue school uniform with rose-red hems, a golden Gordian knot fastening the school robe, and a horned water snake pattern printed on the chest sighed, looking a little careless.

"I heard my uncle, who has been to England, say that anyone who has eaten English food will never really praise it from the bottom of their heart. In England, the best food is foreign food."

Originally, he was a little curious and polite to the foreign guests, but now, as a native of Great Britain, his face became a little red: "...Hogwarts food deserves respect and should not be laughed at by ignorant Americans!"

Fortunately, I still had the sanity to remember that this was a Hogwarts dinner.

So in the end they started arguing in low voices.

The people around them looked at them in confusion, and then gradually their faces turned black as they were innocently affected by the map cannon.

Alison's eyelids were twitching and she began to think that the exchange student thing was a complete mistake.

Over in Ravenclaw next door, when the young wizards, or Taoist priests, from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain were using chopsticks to eat, some people thought they were holding wands.

The people over there were trying hard to explain that they usually made hand gestures, or used magical instruments such as swords and command flags.

The Hufflepuff table was occupied by African wizards from Uganda, and when it was time to eat...

African wizards naturally began to...

Eat with your hands.

The badgers around were so shocked that their pupils trembled and the food lost its flavor.

Although sometimes people will grab chicken legs and chew on them for convenience, there is a difference between this and grabbing anything when you have a knife, fork or spoon.

It seems that the Russian Kodostoriz has a good compatibility with the enthusiastic Gryffindor and there weren't any problems...?

It looks really good. Each school sends its best students to the other side, hoping to show off the style of its own school.

The Slavs' flowers have a short blooming period, but they bloom magnificently. Nowadays, young men and women are like elves, with both the tall and handsome appearance of Northern Europeans and the deep and charming appearance of Eastern Europeans.

The temperament is as deep and violent as the cold wood in the tundra that carries the chill of winter, yet it is a rich red that contains vitality and tenderness.

"..."

Well, sometimes you can't be fooled by appearances.

Alison, who had been harassed by numerous letters from the All-Russian Central Committee of the Wizards' Union during the summer vacation, had a say in this.

They started talking about Quidditch, and the guys also shared their own experiences playing Quidditch...

Well, as expected of a fighting nation, they don’t ride broomsticks. The traditional Quidditch in Russia is played by riding on a tree…

The group of Gryffindor lion cubs were outrageous. Some of them actually wanted to try it together - Alison especially suspected that the stupid lions wanted to see if they could use the huge tree canopy and roots to fan the little snakes down during the competition.

Of course, it could also be that she was just being too narrow-minded - maybe Gryffindor simply didn't have that kind of brains.

There were still a few young wizards from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang left - but most of them were not those from last year. Many of those were in the seventh year and have now graduated.

Originally, due to the language barrier, the exchange student program would not have started so early.

But recently, perhaps due to the demand, pressure and interests caused by frequent exchanges between different places, the bigwigs in the wizarding world have joined together and tried their best. Based on the principles of spiritual magic such as Legilimency and Oblivion, they finally came up with a universal translation spell in the past two days - "Language Commonality".

It is said to be a common language, but in fact it means that through the magic spell, the language spoken by the object of the spell over a period of time is given a certain external spiritual guidance, so that people can understand the general idea.

However, this only applies to daily communication. When it comes to things with specific terms, it is still not accurate enough.

Writing and reading are also a problem. The printed words in the book do not carry the subjective will and magic of a living person.

Unless you use ancient magic runes.

But writing with this thing is like a Far Eastern Muggle doing homework in oracle bone script.

in addition! ! !

The food at Hogwarts is pretty good!!!

Damn it, the Taoist priests in China are used to eating it, so why do those Americans say it tastes bad?

Aren’t sandwiches and burgers the same thing?!

The same goes for fried foods and French fries!

What right does a son have to dislike his father? !

After being independent for more than 200 years, you have forgotten what you used to eat?!

Alison was extremely angry about the noise around her and wanted to smear herring, which she hated the most, on the American's face.

Dumbledore seemed to have Alzheimer's disease as he happily watched the lively and crowded scene below, completely ignoring the expressions of some young wizards.

The dinner was a joyful one. Knowing that everyone was curious, the professors did not interfere and allowed the little wizards to sit temporarily at the long tables of other colleges that they were interested in, and pretend they didn't see anything - they just had to go back when the dinner was over. After all, the old principal still had to give a speech, and the school song had to be sung, and the class leaders had to lead the team back to the dormitory.

Unlike last school year, each school brought a dozen people, and the school principal was also present.

This time, there are less than 30 people from several other schools in total, and the professors from other schools are not here either.

Because I was attending an opening dinner at another school, after joining in the fun, I went back through the portal. I don't even know if two hours had passed. There was really no need for the professors to follow me and watch over me.

And because of the time difference, the Hogwarts students who went to China to attend the opening banquet had actually returned a long time ago. They continued to eat and drink in their own college and started the second opening dinner.

They were all elites carefully selected by the professors. There was no open audition, but they were selected directly from their respective clubs. During the summer vacation, they wrote letters to ask if they wanted to represent Hogwarts to go to other schools as exchange students for exchange.

Anyway, I can go to Hogsmeade Village in advance and go through the school portal. It’s only a dozen minutes away. I can have a meal, get familiar with the environment, and then come back to sleep. I may take classes that I’m interested in in the future.

I heard from the professors that those who came back from China were not used to the food.

One is that I can’t get used to the rice and chili there - some of the non-spicy ones are quite good, and I can eat them with some small pancakes.

Another thing is that people over there would toast everywhere and say auspicious words, while they would mumble and stammer for a long time and couldn't say a word.

A middle-aged man, wrapped tightly in a purple robe and a white fur hat, came hurriedly from upstairs, walked past the long table of students, and came to the staff seats.

He is a professor from Kodostoriz in Russia.

There is a time difference between Kodostoriz and Hogwarts. It is about now that the school term there is about to end and the students sent by Hogwarts should be back.

But now no students have returned, only a professor from another school has come hurriedly, and it seems that something unexpected has happened.

In the faculty seats, the professors immediately looked over with concern.

Dumbledore remained calm, narrowed his blue eyes, and smiled: "Hello, Professor Pavlovich."

Professor Pavlovich smiled bitterly, his face a little red. It was not known whether it was because the weather in the Hogwarts Great Hall was too hot, or because he had just drunk a lot of wine, or because he was embarrassed.

But we have to give an explanation for not allowing the students to return to school on time.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I'm really sorry. Several of your students drank too much vodka and are now very drunk."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, not at all surprised.

Although there are some mild legal prohibitions, it is still common for young wizards to secretly drink - especially when everyone around them is drinking, and the atmosphere is right, so they naturally drink more in order to fit in.

His blue eyes flickered and his tone was brisk.

"So did you guys use any hangover cures? Kodosdoriz loves drinking vodka, so there should be some traditional solutions, right?"

Professor Pavlovich was silent for a moment, and his face turned even redder. This was actually the most difficult part for him to talk about. In just a few hours, he had confused the exchange students sent by the friendly school. "…The traditional way to sober up here is to take a shower, alternating between hot and cold water. They, uh, fainted, and now the medical team is taking care of them."

Is this a hangover cure?

This is to deal with the little wizard.

The pupils of several professors around who heard this hardcore hangover sobering method trembled and looked at Professor Pavlovich in disbelief.

I couldn't help but feel sympathy for the suffering little animals.

But I also feel like I deserve it.

Alcohol is not allowed in Hogwarts. At most, non-alcoholic butter beer is served as a drink. How dare those guys challenge the famous liquor like vodka right away, just because the professors are not here? !

Dumbledore chuckled.

He grabbed Grindelwald's arm.

The two old men laughed together with a bit of gloating, and at the same time they couldn't stop smiling.

The wizarding world is quite tolerant of this kind of "accidental injury" as they are very capable of committing suicide themselves.

As long as they are not attacking with magic maliciously, it doesn't matter. If you can save them, just consider it as an experience gained in life.

In the original book, in order to test whether Neville had magical abilities, his relatives hung Neville by his ankles out of an upstairs window. However, they accidentally dropped the little wizard, causing him to bounce up, fly across the garden, and fall onto the road.

…Sometimes when there are few people, you have to look for your own reasons.

Meeting Professor Pavlovich's speechless gaze, Dumbledore immediately stopped smiling, pretended to be a tolerant and serious headmaster, and said with a serious and concerned look.