Snakes at Hogwarts

Without keeping them waiting, Professor McGonagall quickly returned to the small room filled with freshmen. After asking them to line up in a single file, a group of people headed towards the auditorium not far away under the leadership of Professor McGonagall. Go.

The much-anticipated Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony is about to begin.

"I really never imagined that there would actually be ghosts in this world." After walking out of the room, Hermione turned back and looked around reluctantly.

Just now while they were waiting in the room, more than twenty translucent ghosts with pearly white colors suddenly appeared from the surrounding walls, which startled Hermione.

They float in the air as if they have no weight, and those solid and solid walls are like a thin water curtain that ghosts can easily pass through.

Most of the ghosts didn't pay attention to the new students in the room. They just walked quickly through the room and chatted in low voices. Thinking about it, in their long and almost endless lives, they may have seen too many such new students.

Only one ghost stopped. He was dressed like a monk, and his short and fat figure could not block the warm smile on his face.

"First-year students, right? I guess you are waiting for the sorting ceremony."

"Ma'am, what should we do in a moment? I mean, how will they test us?" A new student who couldn't name him boldly asked.

"Don't be nervous, my dear, you will know soon. I really hope you can be sorted into Hufflepuff. I graduated from this academy that year."

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"I always thought that these creatures only lived in fairy tales." Hermione and Andros exchanged words in a low voice in the freshman team.

"Come on, Hermione, a few days ago you thought wizards only existed in fairy tales.

Do you still remember the first time Professor McGonagall and I went to your house? You must have thought that Professor McGonagall and I were weirdos coming out of some festival. "

"No way~ I~ I didn't know what you were here for at the time. Besides, anyone who sees someone dressed like this for the first time will feel strange."

"You may not know that after Professor McGonagall finished speaking, your expression was so cute that I will never forget it for the rest of my life. Do you want me to describe to you what you looked like at that time?" Andros joked with a smile.

Even though it had been so long, he still couldn't forget the girl's behavior when he and the professor visited Hermione's house on the first day.

"Bah, bah, bah, who wants to listen to your nonsense? I'll ignore you." Hermione, who was walking behind, lightly kicked Andros with her small leather shoes, then turned her head angrily and ignored Andros. .

Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, they walked through the foyer, passed through a double door, and finally arrived at an extremely luxurious auditorium.

Yes, extremely luxurious, this is the most suitable word that Andros came up with from his poor brain.

This is a spacious, bright hall, with four long tables filled with students from various colleges. Thousands of candles float quietly above the tables, illuminating the entire auditorium extremely brightly.

There were golden trays and silver goblets placed on the four long tables, which shone in the light, not to mention the ceiling above.

Merlin goes up again, is there really a ceiling there?

Looking at the twinkling stars above his head, even Andros, who knew all this, couldn't help but have this idea in his mind.

Although he had known for a long time that it was a masterpiece of Ravenclaw. The lady liked astronomy very much, so she invented this magical magic that could map the weather outside in real time.

Even if you are familiar with the plot, it is impossible for your heart to remain unmoved when you actually step into this auditorium.

The auditorium was very quiet, because almost everyone, the students sitting at the long tables, and the teachers sitting on the high platform in front of them, were silently examining these young faces.

Andros gently held Hermione's little hand. The girl looked extremely nervous, and her originally red face turned as pale as a lantern.

As for Andros, he himself was a little nervous, but he hid them well. He was always unwilling to show his emotions on his face.

That one should be Dumbledore, right?

Andros couldn't help but look towards the teacher's seat. Sitting on the golden principal's chair in the middle of the teacher's seat was an old man with a white beard.

He looked old. His silver beard and hair were long enough to be tucked into his belt, but his eyes were bright.

It is hard to imagine that he is an old man who is over 110 years old.

Although Dumbledore had been looking at the new students with a kind and kind smile, Andros felt a hint of danger very keenly.

He always had some sense of danger.

It's hard to describe that feeling, as if the kind old man in front of him would turn into a giant dragon awakening from his sleep in an instant, tearing apart the surrounding prey to pieces with ease.

And for some reason, Andros felt that Dumbledore was always looking towards him intentionally or unintentionally, which made him quickly turn his head back.

What an international joke, being noticed by Dumbledore before you even enter school is not a good thing.

After bringing the freshmen to the front of the teacher's chair, Professor McGonagall took out a four-cornered stool from somewhere and gently placed it in front of the freshmen.

Then, a patched, worn, dirty and torn pointed wizard hat was placed on the stool.

Just when the freshmen were at a loss what to do, the hat moved.

First it twisted on the stool, as if stretching, and then it cracked.

A very wide gap appeared from the hat, and it actually looked a bit like a mouth.

"You may think I'm not pretty enough,

But don't judge a book by its cover,

If you could find a prettier hat than mine,

I could eat myself..."

In the silent auditorium, the Sorting Hat sang loudly.

Although the voice was not unpleasant, it had nothing to do with being pleasant. If I had to say it, it could only be said that it was barely in tune.

But come to think of it, even a Gryffindor would not require a hat to have a beautiful singing voice.

After the Sorting Hat's song subsided, the audience burst into applause. Andros and several freshmen around him also clapped their hands symbolically, and then Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment from her arms.

"Now, whoever's name I read will come forward, put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for sorting."

"First one, Hannah Abbott."