"Lombard, Professor Lupin's letter also mentioned you. He said...he said you killed three Dementors."

Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious, and Clark couldn't guess what she meant for a while, and no one dared to say anything more.

So the room was silent for a while, and finally Neville nodded slightly.

"Hey..." Professor McGonagall sighed, and the atmosphere in the room became even more depressed for a while.

Hermione was still a girl after all, so she couldn't hold her breath at first, and asked nervously, "Professor, is there any problem with this?"

"Those dementors are employees of the Ministry of Magic. Although they can't be compared with serious wizards, Neville's killing them is equivalent to disobeying the order of the Ministry of Magic and sweeping their face."

Clark spoke suddenly, disrupting Professor McGonagall's rhythm, and her brows furrowed, "Yes, this is very troublesome, the Ministry of Magic needs an explanation."

"Then let them come to me," Neville took the initiative to stand up, "or I go to the Ministry of Magic to accept their trial..."

Before he could finish speaking, Clark put his hand on his shoulder, interrupting him.

"The dementor suddenly became mad and attacked the students while patrolling the train. Fortunately, Neville took action to save the students in the car. Professor, what do you think of this reason?" Clark said casually. write.

"Mr. Prewett, do you think the officials at the Ministry of Magic would believe such nonsense?"

Professor McGonagall was almost annoyed by his sophistry, and at the same time he became more and more firm in his opinion. It seemed that he really needed to teach these children a lesson. Such a big thing happened in the third grade. If it was bigger, she couldn't even think about it.

But before she could continue to scare them, Clark said, "Of course they will, because we have proof!"

"What evidence!" Professor McGonagall asked subconsciously, and then reacted.

What kind of ghost evidence is not important at all, she just wants to "educate" these children so that they don't make any more troubles.

You know, they got through the level in the first grade to get the Philosopher's Stone, and in the second grade they found the secret room and fought a basilisk.

Although these behaviors have given Gryffindor points and honors, as a teacher, she still hopes that her students can study in school safely.

Unfortunately, things didn't seem to develop as she expected.

"Colin happened to be there when the Dementors attacked and he took pictures of those monsters going berserk.

I figured if this evidence was published in the Daily Prophet tomorrow, along with some letters from the little wizards to their parents, the doors of the Ministry of Magic would be smashed by those angry parents. "

Clark's voice was slow and slow, and the way that Zhizhu was holding it, as if everything was in his expectations.

The breath in Professor McGonagall's chest almost stopped, but Clark didn't stop.

"Besides, Headmaster Dumbledore shouldn't really like seeing those monsters around the school, right?

You see he didn't show up today, you know he talked to Harry and Ron himself about the speeding car last year, so I think he might be using this to attack Minister Fudge at the Ministry of Magic right now. Woolen cloth? "

Professor McGonagall was completely speechless, and she finally knew why Dumbledore couldn't help but smile when she and Dumbledore talked about it.

It turned out that he had long known that the little guy in front of him was as slippery as a loach.

Clark did not continue to stimulate her, and Professor McGonagall could only wave his hand, indicating that this matter would be turned over like this.

"Well, the school has an obligation to protect each of you, even if you're on your way to school, so we won't hand you over.

Well, this is the end of the matter, Mr. Longbottom, you can go to the dinner.

Remember to close the door, I have something to tell them both. "

Neville glanced at Clark and Hermione, bowed to Professor McGonagall, and exited the room.

"This child has changed so much!"

Looking at his back, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh, and then took out two slender gold chains and placed them on the desk in front of him.

Clark recognized the thing at a glance, it was a time-turner!

This thing is also a major feature of the Harry Potter world. To use this tool, you only need to be an excellent model student, and you will have the opportunity to apply to the school by taking all the courses in the third grade.

And Clark and Hermione, have already met the requirements.

On the slender gold chain, there is a small shining hourglass, and inside the hourglass, there are small grains of golden yellow transparent sand.

It was obviously not even the thickness of a thumb, but from a distance, the hourglass seemed to contain a whole desert, just like what they saw in Egypt, it looked as delicate and grand.

"Mr. Prewett, Ms. Granger, this is the school's time-changer for both of you.

In view of your excellent previous performance and outstanding academic performance, I have written many letters to the Ministry of Magic this holiday season, proving that you are indeed model students, before they agreed to send two. "

Professor McGonagall looked at Clark with sternness and kindness. To be honest, this student was smart, eager to learn, humble, united with his classmates, and almost perfect, if he hadn't often caused trouble, and there was no teacher who didn't like him.

"Of course, before you get this, you must also sign a guarantee that you will never use it for anything other than study."

Professor McGonagall said solemnly: "You need to prepare a diary to write down what happened every time you use the time converter, and I will conduct random checks at any time."

"If I find out that you are using the time-turner indiscriminately, I will take it back, unfortunately."

The two of them signed the guarantee almost without hesitation, and Hermione's hands were shaking with excitement.

Professor McGonagall handed them two small hourglasses, and instructed: "The method to use is very simple, just turn the hourglass, and every time you turn it, the time will go back one hour."

"However, I still want to solemnly remind you that the use of a time converter is an extremely dangerous thing, and you must pay attention that you must never let the time go back more than five hours."

Professor McGonagall's face was particularly stern. "Numerous experiments have proved that all those who tried to go back more than five hours have suffered serious damage, most of which are irreversible."

"I see, Professor McGonagall." Both Clark and Hermione nodded cautiously.

"The 'Sand of Time' in this time converter can be used ten times, that is, fifty hours. Once the 'Sand of Time' is used up, you need to go to the Ministry of Magic to replenish it.

Based on your 'Sands of Time' consumption rate, as well as the class schedule and usage log, you can know whether you have violated the rules, so don't try to play tricks! "

When Professor McGonagall said the last sentence, he looked directly at Clark, almost naming him.

"Of course, you have to keep the time converter a secret from anyone, and you must be careful when using it, not to appear in front of the previous you, because there are many people who killed the future or the past self."

After Professor McGonagall explained all the precautions related to the time converter, Clark took it, put it around his neck, and carefully hid it in his robe.

Then they walked out of the office together, down the marble stairs, and back into the auditorium.

But when they returned to the auditorium, they saw Professor Flitwick, a small wizard with white hair, walking out of the auditorium with an antique hat and a three-legged stool.

"Well," Hermione said softly, "it looks like the sorting ceremony is over."

Professor McGonagall strode to her vacant seat at the staff table, while Clark and Hermione turned to the other side, crept as far as they could to the Gryffindor table.

Fortunately, Neville reserved seats for them, and they sat next to Neville.

As soon as the two sat down, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.

"welcome!"

After a rather enthusiastic opening remarks, the old man began to focus on the dementors, which was also the concern of the young wizards present.

"This year, our school has welcomed several dementors from Azkaban, who have been appointed by the Ministry of Magic to perform official duties.

You all probably already know this, because they did a search of the Hogwarts Express. "

He paused, and Clark could see that the old principal had a very bad face, and it seemed that he was really not happy about sending Dementors to guard the school.

"They are stationed at every entrance to the school," Dumbledore continued, "so I must make it clear that no one is allowed to leave the school while they are there."

"No trick, trick, magic or disguise can fool the Dementors - not even the Invisibility Cloak," he added lightly.

"Dementors by nature do not understand what excuses and begging are, so I remind everyone here not to let them have any reason to hurt you.

I hope the prefects of the various houses, as well as our newly elected presidents of the male and female student councils, will ensure that a single student does not have a conflict with the Dementors. "

Percy was a few seats away from Clark, and he puffed out his chest following Dumbledore's words, looking around with great air.

Dumbledore looked around the auditorium with a very serious expression, and under the gaze of his blue pupils, no one moved or made a sound.

"Okay, let's change to something more pleasant," he continued, "and I'm delighted to welcome three new teachers to join us this semester."

Three new teachers? !

The students at the bottom were talking.

"First, it's Professor Lupin, who kindly agreed to fill the Defence Against the Dark Arts class."

The ragged Professor Lupin only received a little applause. After all, they are still children and are used to judging people by their appearance.

Fortunately, Lupin didn't seem to care much, or he was used to this situation.

"As for our second new teacher..."

After Dumbledore waited for the applause to calm down, he continued, "I regret to inform everyone that Professor Kettleburn, the original teacher of the Protection of Magical Creatures, retired at the end of last semester, and it was Rubeus Hayden who succeeded him. grid."

Harry and Ron looked at each other in surprise.

Then they also applauded with everyone. Compared with just now, the applause was much louder this time, especially at the Gryffindor table.

Clark saw that Hagrid's face was flushed red, his eyes were looking down at his large hands, and a big smile was hidden behind the unkempt black beard.

"We should have known!" yelled Ron, pounding the table. "Who else would let us prepare a book that likes to bite?"

Clark and the others finally stopped applauding, when Professor Dumbledore began to speak again, and they saw Hagrid wiping his eyes with the tablecloth.

"Finally, I'm honored to tell you that your senior, Charlie Weasley, who once studied at Gryffindor House, will be the teacher of the school's newest course, Dragon Research and Breeding."

Whoa! !

The whole auditorium was boiling, and the little wizards jumped for joy, clapping the table, excited by the information revealed in Dumbledore's words.

The newly opened course is called "Dragon Research and Breeding", which means that the dragon farm at Hogwarts can finally be put into use, and they can get close contact with those big guys.

Charlie Weasley rose to his feet, his face flushed, and many students greeted him with the warmest welcome.

"Okay, okay," Headmaster Dumbledore had to press his hands down, signaling them to be quiet.

"Of course, this course is now only open to students in the sixth grade and above, who have passed the ordinary wizard rank test, and have an o (excellent) grade in protecting magical creatures."

"Oh, no..."

"Okay, that's all that matters." Dumbledore said almost without waiting for the students to object, "Let's have a feast!"

The golden plates and goblets in front of them suddenly filled with food and drink, and the appetites of all were full.

Clark and Neville took a portion of everything they could get their hands on and began to gorge.

As for Hermione, she said she wanted to stay in shape and only eat a little bit.

It was a delicious feast, the children's laughter echoed in the auditorium, and the clanging of knives and forks seemed like the most beautiful musical notes.

Finally, the last few pumpkin tarts on the golden platter disappeared, and Dumbledore stood up and announced that it was time to go to bed.

Harry and Ron finally had a chance to congratulate Hagrid, and Clark went to the staff table.

"Congratulations, Charlie! How does it feel to be a teacher?"

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After saying goodbye like this, Clark and the others followed the well-fed classmates and walked up the marble stairs together.

After a day of running around, they were very tired and could only drag their bodies through corridor after corridor and climb staircase after staircase.

Finally at the hidden entrance of Gryffindor Tower, a fat lady in a pink dress asked them, "Password?"

"Come here, come here!" Percy shouted from behind the crowd. "The new password is Lucky Stars!"

They filed their way through the portrait hole into the familiar common room, then climbed separate stairs and threw themselves onto the warm and comfortable four-poster bed.

"Good night, Clark!"

"Good night, Harry!"

"Good night…"

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