A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

Yunieff looked up at the ceiling, which was enchanted to see the same star-studded night sky as above the Black Lake.

"Why is it only a lifetime?" He raised his head and said, "A person's life is not determined by one thing, just like this auditorium is not illuminated by a beam of light."

"Suppose there are [-] candles in this auditorium, and each candle emits [-] rays of light. Then a total of [-] million rays of light are needed to make this place glow. It is the cumulative result and is not decided in an instant."

Light enters his eyes and reflects out of his eyes.

Hermione glanced at him strangely, wondering why this man suddenly said this.

"Why are you babbling so much? It's like there's a hole in your head that goes straight to the sky." She said, "I'm just complaining!"

But she couldn't help but be affected by the context, saying things she wouldn't normally say.

"Besides, there are things of great impact in the world, and so is magic, and so is Mansu." She lowered her voice, "It's because of such an impactful thing that I appear here, otherwise I might be here now Eton College. My family had made reservations for a long time, and then Professor McGonagall suddenly came, which can be said to have completely changed the trajectory of my life."

"Do you think this change is okay?" Yunieff asked politely, as if investigating the product experience.

"I've never thought about this problem." Hermione said, "Why don't you read more books when you have the time?"

"What a diligent person." Yunieff couldn't help but sigh.

"No need to talk!" Hermione raised her little nose.

"However, since you ask the question sincerely, I will think about it mercifully. It's just a very simple question anyway."

"Thank you."

"No thanks."

She paused briefly, cleared her throat, and began to answer as if the answer was already there.

"There are definitely problems," she said. "A lot of hard work will inevitably be in vain...English, mathematics, science, history, geography, computers...it is unlikely that these will be tested in future exams."

"But compared to magic, these seem nothing."

"Magic!" She took out her wand, a wand with a vine around the body.

"As long as a normal person knows that magic exists in this world and has the opportunity to learn it, would he refuse such an opportunity?"

"Will you refuse?" She looked over.

Yunieff thought carefully, thought over and over again, and finally came to the same answer: "No."

"The same is true for Mansu." Hermione said matter-of-factly, "Who can refuse the opportunity to become smarter! And it's not just about becoming smarter! With full energy and strong magic, learning magic is a rapid progress! What's more, there are cute The tree and Miss Dementor..."

"The magic power is strong?" Yunieff was suddenly startled.

"What?" Hermione was a little confused, "Don't you feel it?"

"I really haven't." Yunieff shook his head and said honestly, "But maybe there is too much magic power."

As he said this, he heard a sound of gnashing of teeth, but following the sound, he saw Hermione's very kind smile.

He looked at Harry who was wearing the Sorting Hat on the stage again, and heard the sound of grinding teeth again in his ears.

Turning his head again, he saw Hermione smiling very kindly.

"Gryffindor!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

The auditorium instantly burst into the warmest cheers and applause, and Yunieff also clapped his hands. Harry still had to be praised.

Hermione clapped her hands too, but snorted angrily.

There were only three people left on the stage, and they were all divided up after a while, one each from Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Ron still stayed with Harry.

After the sorting ceremony, Mag looked back habitually, then came back to his senses and announced:

"The banquet begins now!"

She waved her hands, and all kinds of food suddenly bloomed from the golden plate on the dining table, while she rolled up the parchment, picked up the Sorting Hat, and left.

Dumbledore still hasn't returned.

Quirrell tried to chat with Snape, and pointed his fork towards Dumbledore's position from time to time, not knowing what he was asking about.

Snape looked in Harry's direction from time to time. He didn't know if he heard Quirrell's question clearly. He always felt that his answers were quite casual.

Gadwin was reminiscing with Flitwick on the side.

On a long and narrow table, several waves of forces gathered inexplicably.

The ghosts from various major colleges who were originally watching also took their seats. Among them, the ghost of Ravenclaw was quite eye-catching and was the most beautiful among all the ghosts.

It's just that she didn't talk and laugh with the students like Nick from Gryffindor. Instead, she sat on the seat in front of them quite proudly, not even nodding as she passed by.

The person next to her introduced her as Lady Grey, but Yunieff knew that she was also the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the founders of the academy, at least in the movie.

While observing the environment, he stuffed random things into his mouth, filling his stomach without even realizing it.

But he still ate the pudding seriously. It was refreshing and delicious, and very satisfying.

All the food on the plate disappeared, Dumbledore was still not there, Professor McGonagall stood up, and the auditorium returned to silence.

"Everyone must have eaten and drank enough. Professor Dumbledore should have spoken now, but he is temporarily away from school due to some matters, so I will announce some precautions for him."

She took out a piece of parchment and read:

"First, as in previous years, the forest area next to the school grounds is prohibited for any students from entering."

"Second, the administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind everyone not to perform magic in the corridors during class breaks. We have a special place for magic."

"Third, the review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team please contact Ms. Huo Qi."

"Fourth, if you don't want to encounter an accident and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

She raised her head, glanced around, and continued:

"Fifth, the dementors that attacked the train seemed unwilling to leave. They were driven into a valley near the station. We have taken some protective measures to prevent them from coming out, but you'd better not get close. If anyone If you see a Dementor near the school, be sure to inform the teacher.”

"Sixth, advice from the Ministry of Magic: Always pay attention to personal safety. If you encounter a strange wizard, you should immediately notify a nearby teacher or Mr. Gadwin, the Auror of the Ministry of Magic. At the same time, no one is allowed to leave the school without special circumstances, including three Students above grade who want to go to Hogsmeade."

A low wail suddenly sounded in the auditorium.

Yunieff heard words such as "unlucky years", "bad luck", "unlucky fate" being spoken on his long table.

They are all senior students.

"Quiet!" Mag raised his voice.

The auditorium fell silent again.

Then I heard her say hesitantly: "Let's carry out the last part of the opening banquet."

"Sing the school song."

I saw all the teachers looking at him, most of them encouraging and encouraging.

She closed her eyes and pretended not to notice, then flicked the wand, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, coiling neat lines of text over the dining table.

"You can choose the tune you like," she said. "Of course it would be better to have the same tune."

"Get ready, sing!"

In the end, the school song was sung in pieces. There was no unified tune, and each college had its own style.

Slytherin is dark, Ravenclaw is mysterious, Hufflepuff is relaxed, Gryffindor sings and so on.

Univer chose to sing along with Hermione. He was not very good at singing and could only recall a handful of tunes, namely:

"March of the Volunteers," "Happy Birthday," "Two Tigers," and the unnamed lullaby that Ms. Gorrell sang to him as a child.

Forget it.