Rubik’s Cube of Heavens

"Gryffindor—"

At the opening dinner, George Weasley was sitting in the sorting chair. Just as Professor McGonagall touched the sorting hat to George's hair, the sorting hat couldn't wait to shout loudly.

Just like Fred Weasley.

The twins were born Gryffindors, and the Sorting Hat didn't seem to want to read their quality for a second.

Applause came from this side of the Gryffindor table, welcoming George Weasley.

Corwin was also clapping his hands, watching George jumping happily towards the Gryffindor table, clapping with the other four Weasleys in the house.

"Kewen, you said..."

Next to him, Wood pushed Cowen with his elbow and said, "Do you think our Gryffindors will be completely occupied by the Weasleys one day?"

"You should still be concerned about whether you can sign up for the team this year." Kewen said amusingly: "There are only two vacant positions due to graduation."

Wood patted his chest confidently when he heard the words: "Look at Kewen, you know that when I was on vacation, I was practicing flying every day."

"Speaking of..." Kewen turned his head to look at the professorship, and then asked Wood, "Why has the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts changed? What about last year's Professor David Kuros?"

"Don't you know?" Wood said in surprise.

"What should I know?" Kewen was puzzled.

"Professor David, it's all on the Daily Prophet."

Wood explained: "The professor failed to develop the spell during the vacation. Because of the backlash of the spell, he lost an arm, and because of the effect of black magic, the arm can only be replaced with a prosthesis in the future, so I just quit my professorship."

"And this?" Kewen was stunned: "I don't pay much attention to the newspapers."

"Gryffindor—"

The shouting of the Sorting Hat interrupted the chat between Cowan and Wood, and another freshman was assigned to Gryffindor, a girl named Patricia Stimpson.

The little girl seemed very nervous, and even walking down the dais after being separated from the academy seemed very stiff. She even stepped on the air when she walked down the steps and stumbled a bit, causing a burst of good-natured laughter from the Gryffindor students. ...

The food at the opening dinner is the most abundant.

Whether it is a Muggle-born student who has been shrouded in dark cuisine all the year round, or a student born in the wizarding world, they will be amazed by the food at the opening dinner.

Even those pure-blooded nobles are not able to eat such sumptuous food often.

Therefore, after Dumbledore finished his brief speech and announced the start of the dinner, all the students cheered and began to enjoy the feast.

Of course Cowen is an exception.

In the second half of the first grade, he often went to the kitchen to add meals to himself in the middle of the night, and now he can order Chinese food from the house-elves in the kitchen.

At the beginning, Kewen just mentioned it casually, but he never thought that those little elves would almost take his words as imperial edicts, and they all learned how to cook Chinese food in a short period of time...

After the dinner, the heads of all levels led the freshmen to the lounges of their respective colleges. Instead of waiting in groups like the first-year students, seniors move on their own.

Before leaving the auditorium, Kewen greeted Bill Weasley, who was waiting for the freshmen to gather at the door. He was in the fifth grade this year and said, "Senior, congratulations on your promotion to the prefect."

"Oh? Ah, Kewen." Bill turned around and found that it was Kewen and responded with a smile: "Thank you, Kewen, I hope you will give more points to our college this year like last year. Last year was such a pity that it was It's only two points away."

Wood on the side interjected: "Don't worry! This year's Academy Cup must be our Gryffindor!"

Seeing him so sure, Bill couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why?"

"Of course because you lost the game last year.

"Wood said with his chest held high: "I will join the team this year. After taking the extra points for Quidditch, plus the extra points for Kewen, I will definitely win the Academy Cup this year!" "

Bill shook his head with a smile and whispered: "When you meet those Slytherins on the field, you will know the reason for our loss..."

Because the environment was very noisy, Wood did not hear what Bill said. After saying goodbye, he returned to the dormitory with Kewen...

In the dormitory, Kewen greeted the two roommates, and then began to organize and salute.

Putting the textbooks for the second grade on the bookshelf separately, but Kewen scratched his head a little, because after he had received the "Second Grade Textbook Notification" during the vacation, he used the vacation time to complete the entire second-year course by himself.

With the blessing of the 'Memory Spell', aside from Snape's Potions, these books were actually useless in his opinion.

A good night's sleep.

Kewen did not go to the 'House of Requirement' on the night of the first day of school. During his self-study during the vacation, he had accumulated a lot of questions, and he planned to ask the professors for advice before going to the 'House of Requirement' to practice.

The next day, the first class of the new school year was 'Defence Against the Dark Arts'.

The new professor, like last year's Professor David, is a middle-aged man with shawl-shaded brown curly hair and a habit of wearing slacks rather than wizarding robes.

The professor's name is Christopher Hein, and his teaching method is far worse than last year's Professor David. He will only follow the script and talk about some experience at most.

After a big get out of class, many students can't help but miss Professor David.

On the way to the cafeteria, there were several students gathered around Kewen's classmate Benedict Shack, and Benedict whispered mysteriously, "Have you heard about our new professor?"

"What's up?"

"Any rumors?"

The surrounding students asked in a low voice, and even Kewen, who was walking behind them, listened intently.

"I've heard of him before..." Benedict looked around like a thief, then he shrank his neck and whispered to his classmates, "He used to work in the 'International Magical Cooperation Division'.

However, it was later said that he was dismissed by the Ministry of Magic because he had hooked up with several witches from other countries.

I didn't expect him to come to teach at Hogwarts! "

"Wow……"

The surrounding students sighed, but why did the expressions on their faces look like envy and reverie?

Kewen is speechless, there's something wrong with you little brats.

Shaking his head, Kewen regretted hearing such a gossip, and immediately stepped up to the auditorium.

After the afternoon get out of class on the history of magic, Kewen left the professor a little anxiously and rushed to the practice room on the fourth floor of the central tower.

Not long after, Professor Flitwick, who was in charge of his care, arrived.

Kewen and Professor Flitwick chatted about their vacation life for a while, and then they couldn't wait to start asking Professor Flitwick about the questions they had accumulated during their vacation self-study...