some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 18 The Nature of the Wizard

Some people come on stage with their own jokes, some come on stage with bgm, some people think bgm is not fun, so they just carry the stereo by themselves.

But the tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes in front of her didn't make any fancy voices, and she came with a cold wind blowing towards her face.

The surrounding area was completely silent, and none of the little wizards who complained just now dared to speak.

Professor McGonagall, one of the few people the Weasley brothers were most afraid of, looked serious and pursed his lips.

"First year, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said quickly, avoiding the witch's eyes.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Let me pick you up here."

Hagrid gave William a good-luck look, turned hastily and walked in from the other side.

He also seemed terrified.

Can you not be afraid? !
Hagrid used magic many times in violation of regulations during the summer vacation, and even secretly bought a three-headed dog that was banned by the Ministry of Magic... Now is the time to be a guilty conscience.

Even if Mag is still his primary school girl!
Professor McGonagall pulled the door wide open, revealing a grand marble staircase leading upstairs, surrounded by stone walls, with flaming torches, and a ceiling so high that it could hardly be seen.

The first-years followed Professor McGonagall along the stone floor, and there was the buzzing of hundreds of voices coming from the door on the right.

But Professor McGonagall did not bring them directly into the hall, but turned a corner and walked to the other end of the hall, into a small empty room.

Everyone rushed in, rubbing shoulders and huddling together, staring nervously at everything around them.

"First of all, I welcome you to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said, "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before going to the restaurant, I want you all to confirm which college you are going to enter. "

"Sorting is an important ritual, because the House is like your home at Hogwarts while you are at school.

You will attend classes with other students in the college, live in the dormitory of the college together, and spend your spare time together in the common room of the college. "

"The names of the four colleges are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each college has its own glorious history and has cultivated outstanding wizards and wizards.

During your studies at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn your house points, and any violations will result in your house losing points.

At the end of the year, the academy with the highest score can win the Academy Cup, which is a very high honor.

I hope you, no matter which college you are assigned to, can win glory for the college instead of being mischievous all day long! "

Professor McGonagall's last few words sounded very long, and he glanced at William.

Through those stern eyes, William felt that the other party seemed to know what happened on the train.

His intuition has always been accurate!
However, at most he can only be regarded as the most inconspicuous of many accomplices.

Compared with the heinous and sinful main criminals, the Weasley brothers, and that snuffer, William is not worth mentioning at all!
He so comforted his young and fragile heart.

Fortunately, McGonagall just glanced at William, and didn't sneak him out and criticize him in public.

William wiped the sweat from his brow. He felt that if his mental quality was not good enough, he would probably be scared to cry directly, right?
As expected of Professor McGonagall!
"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest you take a good rest of your nervousness."

"I'll pick you up when it's ready over there." Professor McGonagall turned and walked into the hall. She turned her head and said, "Please keep quiet while waiting."

But as soon as Professor McGonagall left the room, everyone started buzzing.

"How can they accurately assign us to which college?" A girl looked at William and asked.

This person was called Marietta Aikemo, who had just squeezed into a small boat with William, and almost took his hand, squeezed into his arms, and shivered.

William did not speak, as a repertoire, he did not know how to sort.

A boy named Cormac McLaggen proudly showed off, "Don't worry about the test, I'll definitely get in, my uncle..."

His uncle Tiberus was acquainted with Rufus Scrimgeour at the Ministry of Magic, who was head of the Auror Office.

For a while, McLaggen has repeated it four or five times.

The essence of human beings is a repeater, and wizards are no exception to this point.

McLaggen also boasted of his talent for flying, saying he would be on the Quidditch team in his first year, becoming the youngest ever player.

The boy said, giving William a provocative look.

This attitude probably started when he knew that William was only of Muggle origin.

William fumbled with his wand, trying to whisper a Silencing Charm to lock his noisy mouth, but Professor McGonagall just walked over.

William immediately pretended to be honest.

So McLaggen suffered, with Professor McGonagall standing behind him like a ghost, and the boy was still chattering about his uncle's friends.

"Don't worry about your uncle, you are talking so much nonsense, I will definitely send you home!" Professor McGonagall said sternly.

McLaggen's legs went limp with fright, and he shuddered, nearly knocking Marietta Ackmore over.

The girl gave him a death stare, then moved towards William, as if she wanted to hide in his arms, so that she could feel safe.

Qiu stood behind Professor McGonagall, winking and beckoning William to seize the opportunity.

Take a shit chance!William said that he came to study, not to fall in love!

Of course, if a witch has good looks, he doesn't mind becoming a soul mate with her!
But Marietta Aikemo, a little girl, definitely has no chance.

"Ah"—a sudden scream came.

McLaggen howled, and it turned out that several ghosts appeared behind him.

He was so scared that he couldn't breathe, and so were the people around him. The temperature in the whole room seemed to drop a bit.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts glide across the room, whispering to each other, paying little attention to the first-years, who seem to be arguing about something.

"Hurry up and bring back the bloody Barrow, only he can control Peeves." A ghost in a ruffled tights said so.

"Bloodman Barrow went to find Ms. Gray. You know, there have been some problems in the Ravenclaw lounge recently." A chubby little monk-like ghost said.

"So let's give Peeves another chance, as long as he goes to the party—"

"Absolutely impossible! My good monk, haven't we given Peeves enough chances? But he's trying to smear us—hey, I say, what are you doing here?"

The phantom in the ruffled bodysuit suddenly spotted the freshmen.

McLaggen hurriedly hid behind William in fright, which made Professor McGonagall's pursed lips tighter.

"New students!" said the chubby monk smiling at them. "I think, probably ready to be tested?"

William nodded friendly.

"Hope you get a Hufflepuff!" said the monk. "I used to go to that house."

The ghosts walked towards the hall, drifted through the opposite wall and disappeared, and Professor McGonagall's voice sounded again.

"Let's move forward now, the sorting ceremony is about to begin." Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students.

Everyone walked towards the hall obediently.

—————— I am the separator of the repeater————

In order to plead for everyone's recommendation votes, McLaggen will repeat it a hundred times during the sorting process.

(End of this chapter)