I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 9 Sorting Ceremony

At this time, the students huddled together and stayed away from these ghosts. Only Orlando still stood there stupidly.

"Yes, monk, we are freshmen in the first grade." Orlando was not afraid at all, but a little excited. Does the existence of ghosts mean that the soul can survive outside the body? This is a magical power that can only be obtained by advanced Taoists who have reached the Nascent Soul stage. .

"I hope you can be sorted into Hufflepuff!" the monk said, "I used to attend that house."

"Thank you Friar, I think I might go to Gryffindor, I'm so brave, aren't I?" Orlando said playfully.

"That's right, then I wish you good luck."

At this time, a high-pitched voice sounded: "Come to the door and line up. The sorting ceremony is about to begin."

Professor McGonagall was back, and the ghosts drifted through the opposite wall and disappeared.

"Aren't you scared at all?" Harry asked, poking Orlando in front of him.

Hermione also listened attentively, she was the one who screamed the loudest just now.

"This is a wonderful state of the soul that deserves careful study." Orlando nodded and said.

"What a freak, you have to study such a scary thing." Ron muttered, and Hermione heard him and glared at him.

The freshmen lined up and passed through the foyer one after another, passing through a double door at the back and entering the luxurious dining room.

Although I know the plot, the description in words is never as shocking as seeing it with my own eyes. I have to say that this is really a magical, wonderful and magnificent place.

Orlando looked around and saw that the other senior students in the college were sitting around four long tables, and the ghosts were also shining hazy silver among the students.

The restaurant was illuminated by thousands of candles floating in mid-air above the tables.

There were gleaming gold plates and goblets on the four tables, and there was another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, where the teachers were seated.

Professor McGonagall took the first years there and asked them to line up in a row facing the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them.

The candlelight flickered. Facing hundreds of faces staring at them, the freshmen became embarrassed one by one, and some of their timid and nervous faces turned pale. Only Orlando did not feel nervous at all, but instead looked at each college curiously.

Looking up, I saw stars twinkling on the velvet-black ceiling.

"The power of magic is really everywhere," Orlando couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, Hermione on the side whispered: "A spell has been cast here. It looks like the sky outside. I read about it in "Hogwarts: A History of the School"."

"It's really amazing, isn't it!"

Orlando's words made the nervous Harry and Ron relax, and then they turned their attention and looked around.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a pointed wizard's hat on the stool.The hat was patched, worn, and a little dirty, as if it hadn't been cleaned in hundreds of years.

Orlando looked back at the hat, thoughtfully.

This should be a magic tool that can spy on people's brains. He has too many secrets and needs to be prepared in advance.

Thinking of this, Orlando gently took off the glazed bracelet on his wrist. He was not sure whether wearing this hat would cause the bracelet to retaliate, so it was better to take it off just in case.

Taking a deep breath and calming down, Orlando followed the method of forging the gods in "The True Explanation of Alchemy" for a week. Then he cleared his mind and buried the memories of his past life deeply in his mind, without thinking or thinking, so that no one could spy on him. Secrets are impossible.

At this time, there was silence in the restaurant, and everyone was staring at the hat.Then the hat twisted, and a wide crack opened in the brim, like a mouth—and the hat began to sing:

You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge me by my appearance.If you guys can find a prettier hat than mine, I'll eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and your top hats sleek and crisp.I am the magic hat used for the Hogwarts test, so I am naturally superior to your hats.

No thought hidden in your mind can escape the devil's hat's golden eyes.Try it on and I'll tell you which house you should be assigned to.

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there are hidden bravery, whose daring, boldness, and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are upright and loyal, and the students of Hufflepuff are stoic and honest, not afraid of hard work;

If you are shrewd, you may enter wise old Ravenclaw, and those wise and learned will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you'll go to Slytherin, maybe you'll make sincere friends here, but the cunning and sinister will do whatever it takes to get their way.

Come and put me on!Don't be afraid!Don't panic!

You are absolutely safe in my hands.Because I am a thinking magic hat!

After the hat finished singing, the audience burst into applause, and the hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

Ron poked Orlando's waist and asked, "So, we just need to wear this hat?"

Harry looked over too.

"I think so. This should be a magic item that can read our brains and determine which college we go to."

"I'm going to kill Fred. He sounds like he's going to fight a giant."

When Hermione heard this, she couldn't help laughing and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

While they were talking secretly, Professor McGonagall came over, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting." He glanced at the parchment and said: "Orlando Bloom."

Orlando was surprised that he was the first one. He walked out and glanced at Professor McGonagall thoughtfully.

Then he picked up the magic hat and put it on his head.

The hat squirmed, and after a moment.

"Oh, what a powerful soul," the hat said. "He has a smart brain, a thirst for knowledge, courage, courage, and boldness. What a headache. Which college should I go to?"

"Oh, what is this? The damn kid actually wants to dismantle me for research." Hat said angrily.

"What? Are you sure you don't want to go to Ravenclaw? Well, as long as you kid doesn't always think about tearing me down for research, then..."

"Gryffindor..."

Orlando became the first freshman to be elected to Gryffindor this year, and the table on the far left immediately burst into cheers.

Taking off his hat, Orlando let out a long breath. This was no longer a simple magic prop, but a magical treasure with a certain soul and wisdom. He underestimated it and almost missed it. Fortunately, at the last moment he deliberately imagined it. , wanted to remove the magic hat and study it, which aroused the hat's disgust, and finally passed the test successfully.

Orlando walked towards the Gryffindor table. Prefect Percy came over and shook hands with him, "I heard my mother mentioned you. Welcome Orlando, welcome to Gryffindor."

The Weasley twins came over, patted him hard on the shoulder, and then pulled him to sit on an empty seat.

The sorting ceremony inevitably caused a lot of jokes, but fortunately Hermione, Harry, and Ron also entered Gryffindor as planned.

With the last student sorted into Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony came to an end.

Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than to see the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Crying nose! Residue! Damn it! Thank you everyone!" He Sitting down again, everyone clapped and cheered.

"Interesting." Obviously most students did not realize the true meaning of Dumbledore's last words. This is the pronunciation of the ancient magic script, which means: May Merlin bless you!

Ron poked Percy next to him and said, "Is he... a little crazy?"

"Crazy? He's a genius! The best wizard in the world! But you're right, he's a little crazy. Would you like some potatoes?"

Orlando was starving. He stared at the dishes in front of him. They were all the things he liked to eat: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire puddings, and peas. Sprouts, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce.

Harry was already salivating, and Ron couldn't wait to take a full plate and start eating it.

Orlando was not polite. He forked a piece of steak, dipped it in salad dressing and ate it with relish.

"Orlando, I heard that you beat Malfoy, or did you beat three with bare hands?" George asked.

Before Orlando could answer, Ron on the side took a mouthful of food and said angrily, "Isn't that right? He knocked them down with three punches and two kicks."

Harry nodded in agreement and said, "If Hermione hadn't pulled me, I would have done it."

Hermione glared at Harry dissatisfied, and Harry quickly lowered his head and pretended to eat sausage.

"Orlando, how did you do it? Teach me." George said flatteringly.

"And me." Harry quickly put down his fork.

"Me too." Ron looked admiring, "I've wanted to ask for a long time."

"You can't do this, you will be expelled from school." Hermione looked worried.

"This needs to be practiced since childhood and requires a lot of hardship. Can you bear it?" Orlando didn't want to hide his secrets. He didn't mind teaching martial arts, but he was just afraid that they wouldn't be able to persist.

"That's settled." Several people looked at each other and smiled.

"Okay then, you guys come to me this weekend and we'll start with body training."

After eating and drinking, the students began to liven up. Orlando didn't speak much. He quietly watched everyone chatting. He was particularly interested in ghosts. This was a magical state.

Seeing the almost headless Nick tear his neck and then gently bounce back to the original position, it is not difficult to imagine that Nick died after his neck was cut off, but for some special reason, his soul survived came down, and finally became a ghost, and has survived for hundreds of years.

There is also Slytherin's Bloody Barrow. His eyes are dull, his appearance is haggard, and his robes are stained with silver blood spots.Orlando noticed that Bloody Barrow happened to be sitting next to Malfoy. Malfoy was not satisfied with this seating arrangement. When he noticed that Oran was looking over, Malfoy glared at him viciously.

Orlando completely ignored this childish trick, he was only interested in the existence of ghosts.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Percy's voice interrupted Orlando's thinking.

Harry was seen holding his forehead and shaking in pain.

Orlando looked up at the guest seat. Hagrid was toasting and drinking, and Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a ridiculous scarf on his head, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. Their eyes looked towards Harry from time to time.

Orlando stood up, pretending to care about Harry, and stood in the middle without leaving any trace.

"I'm better, Orlando, thank you."

"You're welcome, Harry, I think you need some pumpkin soup."

"Thank you!"

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As the food disappeared from the table, the dinner also came to an end.

Dumbledore stood up, and the restaurant returned to silence, "Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I want to pay some attention to everyone. matter."

"First-year freshmen, note that students are not allowed to enter the woods on campus. Some of our older classmates should also keep this in mind."

When saying this, Dumbledore looked specifically at the Weasley twin brothers.

"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors during recess. The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. All students who are interested in participating in the college varsity team Please contact Mrs. Huo Qi. Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

After hearing this, the first-year students burst into laughter.

What a witty and interesting old man, this is Orlando's evaluation of Dumbledore.

"Now, before we all go to bed, let's sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore.

Orlando noticed that the other teachers' smiles seemed to freeze.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of text like a snake above the high dining table.

At home, Orlando is known as a genius. He has an unforgettable memory of books and can learn things as soon as he learns them. The only thing he lacks is his musical ability. This is something that his sister Emily is proud of, and it is also the only thing she can show off in front of her younger brother. place.

The embarrassed Orlando didn't want to show off, so he could only open and close his mouth with dull eyes, pretending to be looking for a beat.

Hermione, who was sitting diagonally across from Orlando, seemed to have discovered Orlando's secret. While singing along to the tune, she looked towards Orlando with a playful look in her eyes.

Everyone finished singing the school song in a flurry, and Orlando breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that Hermione had been staring at him, with an uncontrollable smile in her teasing eyes.

Orlando rolled his eyes at her. The music was unbearable.

Only the Weasley twins continued to sing along with the slow melody of the Funeral March.Dumbledore directed the last few bars for both of them with his wand, and when they finished, he applauded the loudest.

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