Chapter 474 New Business Opportunities

To be honest, if he had the choice, Kyle didn't really want to be the prefect. On the train before school starts, he would rather stay in the box chatting or playing a few games of wizard chess than walking around outside.

Fortunately, the students were very cooperative. Except for Fred and George, who were deliberately looking for trouble, everyone else was quite quiet.

Finally, in the evening, the Hogwarts Express slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade Station.

The car door opened, and thunder rumbled in the air. The rain fell fast and hard, as if buckets of ice-cold water were pouring on their heads.

Kyle put on his own waterproof and moisture-proof badge, and the others followed suit, and those who didn't have badges made themselves an umbrella.

In short, everyone has their own methods... except for the first grade.

They need to follow Hagrid by boat from the Black Lake, and they will be taken away as soon as they get off the bus.

"Oh, taking a boat in this weather is not a good choice." Cedric shuddered, "I hope their first impression of Hogwarts won't be too bad."

They moved little by little with the crowd and came to the place where the carriage was parked. Kyle randomly chose the nearest one and got on it, and the others followed.

A moment later, with a violent jolt, the carriage set off along the path to the castle, splashing water all the way.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the two oak doors. The students in front quickly jumped out of the carriage and ran up the stone steps into the castle.

There were torches burning in the foyer, which was warm.

When Kyle walked in, he just saw a water-filled balloon falling from the ceiling, exploding above Ron's head, and the water inside poured over him.

Afterwards, balloons were thrown down one after another, and the people around were frightened and screamed loudly, pushing each other to leave this place of right and wrong.

"Peeves!" shouted an angry voice, "Get down right now!"

Professor McGonagall rushed out of the auditorium. The ground was so wet that her feet slipped and she was about to fall down on her back...

Either way, cats react quickly. Professor McGonagall quickly reached out and grabbed the neck of the person next to him, and then stabilized his body in time.

"Ouch... I'm sorry, Miss Granger..."

"Ahem...it's okay, Professor..." Hermione gasped, rubbing her throat.

For a moment just now, she seemed to see her grandmother...

"Peeves, get down now!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"I didn't do anything." Peeves chuckled and threw a few more water bombs at a few second-year students who had just come in. "They are already wet anyway, right? Hey, little furry kid, Don't run!"

"I'm warning you, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall said loudly, her face becoming more serious...

Peeves stuck out his tongue, tossed the last few water bombs into the air, and then swooped up the marble stairs, laughing his way away.

"Okay, come in quickly." Professor McGonagall opened the door of the auditorium and gestured to the soaked students to hurry in and muttered in a low voice:

"I really don't know where Peeves got so many balloons, and why he didn't throw them all away during the whole holiday..."

Kyle coughed lightly and walked past Professor McGonagall without saying a word.

The auditorium was still as splendid and magnificent, and it had been specially decorated for the new semester's banquet. The enchanted ceiling had lightning and thunder, which scared some lower-grade students into screaming.

Kyle and the others walked to Hufflepuff's long table and sat down.

Soon, the tables in other colleges were filled with people, and everyone gathered together, chattering and discussing interesting things about the holidays.

The one that was mentioned the most was naturally the Quidditch World Cup. Those students who did not go to the game were curious to find out what happened and whether it was as exciting as the newspapers said.

"I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is this year." Cedric glanced at the teachers' desk at the front. There was no unfamiliar face on it.

"Maybe they can't find anyone." Mikel said, also looking at the teacher's chair.

"Everyone knows that this position is cursed. So far, no professor has been able to survive one academic year... Oh..."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Have you noticed? It seems that Professor Snape is not here this year either."

He said with some excitement: "Could it be that in addition to Defense Against the Dark Arts, the Potions class will also have a new professor this year?

"Oh my gosh, this is so good!"

"Maybe he was just delayed for something..." Kyle said, pouring cold water next to him.

Snape was probably still busy solving Regulus' matters and had no time to attend the opening party.

"Oh, can't you make me happy for a while?" Mikel said quietly.

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

Professor McGonagall led a group of first-year students into the auditorium.

"They're in such a mess," Cedric whispered.

The freshmen were soaked to the skin, and it looked as if they had swum directly from the lake instead of taking a boat.

Kyle touched his chin. He felt that he could discuss with Dumbledore to see if he could take over the job of engraving magic patterns on those boats.

As long as specific symbols composed of magic patterns are carved on the boat, an invisible shed can be added to the boat to block the rain.

This way, this situation will not happen again.

The freshmen looked really embarrassed. They didn't even dare to look at the people around them. They just lowered their heads and walked forward silently.

When the Sorting Hat started singing, he immediately shared his thoughts with Connor.

"This is probably unlikely..." Connor whispered: "Professor Barbie can do this job, but so far, the boats are still the same, not changed at all."

"Give it a try, maybe Professor Barbie is too lazy to do it... She even wants to combine the classes together." Kyle said.

Connor thought about it, it seemed to be true. Professor Barbie would go to the principal once a year, wanting to combine the classes of five grades together so that she would have more time to travel.

No matter how you look at it, she doesn't seem to waste time to carve magic runes on the boats.

"And we have a board of directors." Kyle continued, "It doesn't require Professor Dumbledore to pay for it himself, so he has no reason to refuse."

Connor was convinced, and she nodded, "Then when should we go to Professor Dumbledore?"

"There's no rush." ​​Kyle thought for a while, "This year's freshmen have arrived, and it can be before the end of the semester.

How about Christmas or Easter, then we just have a two-week vacation."

"Okay!" Connor said.

At this time, the song of the Sorting Hat just ended.

"I have never made a mistake."

"Judge which house you belong to."

As the last word fell, warm applause rang out in the hall.

Although Kyle basically didn't hear a word, he also clapped his hands.

Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment.

"Whoever's name I call, put on the hat and sit on the stool." She said to the first-year freshmen.

"Stuart Ackerley!"

A boy walked up, and he could see that he was shaking from head to toe, and he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or cold.

"Ravenclaw!" The Sorting Hat paused for only two seconds before shouting loudly.

The Ravenclaw table immediately burst into applause.

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