The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 367 First Day of School

Chapter 367 First Day of School

With the arrival of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students, Hogwarts became lively again, but amidst the liveliness, there was still a hint of gloom.

The occasional appearance of Aurors in the corridors still made the students subconsciously a little nervous, even though they had been behaving quite kindly.

Of course, the Aurors' movements are limited to the corridors; they don't usually enter the classrooms.

Therefore, sitting in the familiar classroom, the students' nervousness immediately disappeared.

"Harry, am I imagining things? Did you wash your hair this morning?" Ron asked casually, leaning back in his chair.

Harry, a little embarrassed by what he said, pursed his lips and said, "Isn't this... normal?"

"That's not normal at all, is it?" Ron shook his head. "Who washes their hair on such a cold morning—"

"Alright, Ron, stop asking." Hermione, sitting in the back, chuckled as if she knew something. "This is Professor Hamilton's first class of the semester."

"Harry wants to do his best."

"No—no!" Harry blushed slightly as he protested, "I just wanted to take a shower."

"Is this how you show off?" Ron's focus was a little different: "Should I take a shower too?"

"Who are you trying to impress?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Of course it's Hibiscus," Ron said matter-of-factly. "She's really beautiful!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, Ron!" Harry warned. "Can't you see the people in the last few rows?"

"Hmm?" Ron turned his head and saw the silvery figure.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, then quickly turned around and started fiddling with his hair, muttering to himself, "Nobody told me she was coming to class."

“Of course the Beauxbatons students attend classes,” Hermione couldn’t help but say. “You idiot, you don’t think they’ll just sit in their dorms all day doing nothing, do you?”

"I'm not stupid," Ron retorted. "I just didn't think of that."

"Isn't that just being a fool?" Hermione shook her head helplessly, glanced down at her book, and said, "We're students, we should focus on our studies."

"That's Hermione's job, I'm busy—"

Before Ron could finish speaking, the office door opened, and a silver-haired figure walked out.

"By Merlin—" Ron's lips twitched as he watched the figure emerge, and he muttered unconsciously, "What day is it today—"

Not only him, but the other students were also stunned when they saw the figure that walked out.

Professor Hamilton emerged, but he was somewhat different.

Professor Hamilton did not wear the pale mask; instead, he revealed his true appearance.

Her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and beneath the meticulously combed silver strands was a face that appeared somewhat youthful, yet exceptionally endearing. Her blue eyes flickered slightly, as if she were a little uneasy. Despite her student-like appearance, she maintained the authoritative demeanor of Professor Hamilton.

It seems exceptionally cute?

If Fleur, also a mixed-race Veela, gives off a charming and alluring vibe, then Professor Hamilton evokes a sense of pity and endearment—a cute and endearing feeling.

"I'm starting to understand you—Harry," Ron muttered to himself, his eyes slightly dazed.

"Snapped!"

Hermione slapped him on the back, which brought him back to his senses.

"Is this the Veela's allure?" Harry muttered to himself, having also come to his senses.

"How could that be?" Hermione pursed her lips. "It's just that Professor Hamilton is very cute."

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"And the fact that she always wears a mask creates a sense of contrast—"

Indeed, if you observe closely, you'll find that, apart from the Hogwarts students, the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, while surprised, still didn't quite reach the level of the Hogwarts students.

After all, there was no sense of contrast for them, but it was different for the students of Hogwarts. Even if they had occasionally heard about Professor Hamilton's appearance or seen him a few times, it seemed that this was the first time they had seen Professor Hamilton dressed up so meticulously.

The promised cold, dignified, and silent witch—why does she give off the feeling of a childhood sweetheart next door?

"Ahem." Seemingly a little embarrassed by being stared at, Professor Hamilton coughed and then lowered his head slightly.

"Her ears are still twitching!" Ron muttered, seeing this. "I feel like touching them—ouch!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Hermione slapped him on the back of the head: "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"If the rest of the Pinecone Party finds out, you're finished."

"Then I'll just join too—"

"We don't hire guys like you."

"What do you mean, 'a guy like me'?!"

"Cough cough."

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What are you all doing?! This is a classroom, okay?!—Quiet down! Loila looked at the students who were having a lively discussion and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

It's all Dumbledore's fault for insisting on not wearing a mask—he knew perfectly well that half-blood Veelas like himself weren't very popular.

But no matter how unwelcome she was, she couldn't cause trouble. This was a very serious magic array class. Seeing that her coughing wasn't helping, Loila pursed her lips and flicked her right hand.

Without uttering any incantation, the entire classroom fell silent in an instant.

All the students who tried to speak found themselves unable to produce any sound.

It was the Tongue-Stopping Curse—Professor Hamilton used the Tongue-Stopping Curse on everyone in an instant.

Hermione's eyes lit up at the sight, as did Fleur, who was sitting at the very back.

"Professor Hamilton is really amazing." She wrote on a piece of paper and handed it to the classmate next to her.

It was Emma Rozier, a slightly timid woman with dark hair. She seemed relieved to be writing instead of speaking, and quickly wrote on the paper: "My cousin said that Professor Hamilton is very impressive."

"So, who's stronger, Senior Sister Xiluo or her?" Furong continued to ask.

"Professor Hamilton, of course," Emma wrote after a moment's thought. "That's what my cousin said."

"Is she even better than Senior Shiro?" Furong blinked, her face full of envy. "She's really amazing—"

We're both half-Vessels, I wish I were that powerful.

"Hibiscus—Hibiscus has many advantages too, hibiscus is very beautiful—"

"Appearance is something you're born with—" Furong paused as she wrote, "What kind of advantage is that?"

Emma's eyes darkened slightly at this answer, and she bit her lip without replying.

Hibiscus shrugged when she didn't get a reply, then looked at Loila with that envious expression again.

Little did they know, Professor Hamilton was experiencing the greatest crisis in his history.

Ugh—not wearing a mask to class—that's so—so embarrassing.

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