Azkaban students at Hogwarts

The cool air pours into the lungs, awakening the body that has been numbed by the long car ride.

Roman tightened his collar in the cold wind, faced the surprised looks of the little wizards, and stood at the end of the team with a relaxed expression.

He is indeed not used to this kind of group life, but he is not so scared that he will be stared at by a few young wizards.

In fact, to be precise, since he woke up one day and became a wizard, he has never lived in a group again.

To put it bluntly, an environment like Azkaban is not a gregarious environment.

It's not like he didn't complain.

Others who traveled through time were either from a magical family, talented and able to win the Order of Merlin without even going to school; or they were middle-class Muggles whose parents carried gold bars to Gringotts; and the last one was a tycoon who came out of an orphanage with Tom II template.

But he had to wander around the world with crazy house elves; he got sick twice a year and had to rely on magic potions to survive.

The lavender liquid that burned his internal organs made his face look pale from blood loss all year round.

The raw materials are expensive and rare, making it impossible to purchase them from formal channels.

But it's not all harm.

Come to think of it, at least he's alive, has a pixie tube, and his magic is growing.

Comparing it to the two-hole socket man, what else can I complain about?

After all, if you are not sick, you still need to drink a lot of magic potion.

"45! Okay, freshmen, follow me!"

Hagrid muttered and waved his palm-like hand again and again.

They walked down a narrow and steep path. There were thick woods on both sides of the road, which looked extremely dark.

As night falls, the temperatures get cooler and the trails become slippery.

"Watch your steps! Muggle items will become ineffective if they enter Hogwarts!" Hagrid suddenly shouted.

Roman looked down. Several Muggle-born children gathered together, trying to take out a flashlight to illuminate.

The new students who entered the school in recent years were born when Voldemort gained power.The fertility rate in wizarding families is pitifully low, which means that the proportion of Muggle-born children is much higher, and all kinds of non-magical things are very common.

Looking at the little wizards stumbling in the darkness, Hagrid tightened his grip on the pink umbrella, and finally relaxed, focusing on holding the dim lamp.

"Watch your steps, you'll be there just after turning this corner!"

The little wizards in front tried to take a tentative step, and one of them almost fell down.

The team instantly became a mess.

Roman shook his head helplessly and fumbled for his wand from his robe.

"Fluorescent flashes."

A soft light shone from the tip of the wand, intertwined with Hagrid's lamp, and illuminated the entire team.

A group of little wizards turned around instantly, staring at Roman with their bright eyes, which made him feel a little confused.

He quickly pressed the wand down so that the light would shine on the road instead of the little wizard's eyes.

Most wizarding families do not teach their children magic in advance.

In addition to the unstable magic power of the little wizard, there is another important reason.

That is, most parents do not have emergency response capabilities.

It's not entirely their fault.

After all, if their child is lying on the ground with a bison standing on his chest, [-]% of parents will not be able to deal with it calmly.

"You know how to use spells."

"My parents never taught us spells."

Two red-haired boys, written as Weasley and pronounced as Jilaishu, came closer.

Mr. Scrimgeour's "vaccination" did not have the desired effect. On the contrary, it seemed to cause an allergic reaction.

"Only a little."

Out of professional habit, Roman smiled politely and motioned for them to follow the team in front.

In normal times, this smile means that the other party has to pay at least ten galleons more.

The long and narrow path suddenly opened up, and what came into view was a large black lake.

A huge castle with many turrets and towers is located between two high mountains, and the glass of the windows shines under the starry sky.

"One boat can seat four people!"

Hagrid pointed to several small boats on the shore and motioned for them to get on board.

"There's a boat missing!" Fred suddenly shouted.

"What?" Hagrid looked over blankly.

"You said that a boat can only seat four people, and now there is a boat and five people!" George explained helpfully.

Hagrid had never encountered such a problem before, and he frantically counted the number of people in each boat, hoping that one boat was missing one person.

Unfortunately, all the boats on the field were full, leaving only one boat with two students and three boys on the shore.

"I'm sorry, kids, I'm afraid some of you have to sit with me." Hagrid scratched his hair and said in confusion.

"No need, as long as you allow, George can stand among us." Fred shouted.

"You're right, George," George shouted. "Thank you for your dedication."

"I'm Fred."

"No, I'm Fred."

Roman hurriedly ran onto Hagrid's ship, trying to survive and thrive in the gap between his moleskin coat and the hull of the ship.

Hagrid also let out a sigh of relief when he saw him taking the initiative to get on the boat.

Only the twins got on another boat sadly.

The fleet of boats lined up set off at the same time, as if they were gliding together on a mirror-like lake.

Including Roman, all the children were silent and looked up at the magnificent castle.

As the fleet got closer and closer to the cliff where the castle was located, the children felt as if the castle was standing above their heads.

"Lower your head!" Hagrid shouted as the ship came to the edge of the cliff.

The children were very obedient and followed the orders.

But only Roman, when he lowered his head, found that the waterline of his ship was rising.

The boat took them through a curtain of ivy that covered the entrance to the cliff face, and along a black waterway that ran directly beneath the castle.

After a long time, they arrived at an underground port.

Roman took the time to wipe the cold sweat from his head, because he saw that the lake was approaching the boat.

They gathered in front of the huge oak main entrance of the castle, where Vice-Principal Minerva McGonagall was already waiting in emerald green robes.

"Professor McGonagall, the first years are all here."

"Thank you, Hagrid, I will take them in." Professor McGonagall said with a serious face, "Also, can you please take a look at Dumbledore."

She lowered her voice, but that didn't escape Roman's tried ears.

It is sharpened by powerful potions and gossip.

"He has been in the tower of the Book of Admission for a long time. I have urged him three times. The principal cannot miss the sorting ceremony."

Hagrid nodded and strode towards an inconspicuous tower.

The other freshmen were led by Mag to a small empty room away from the hall, waiting for the sorting ceremony to begin.

"What do you think they will use to allocate us?" Fred looked at George.

"Let me guess? Maybe they tie us to chairs and beat the soles of our feet with wooden sticks." George described the ideal blueprint seriously, "Maybe we have to fight trolls."

"I think I'm fighting a dragon alone." Fred shook his head, "After all, the motto of Hogwarts is don't disturb the sleeping dragon."

The effect is outstanding.

Roman looked around him, and saw that the eyes of several young wizards were already red.

"They won't do that."

A taller boy stood up, his handsome face full of helplessness, "Hogwarts is a school, and at most it has an entrance exam."

It's obvious that he means well.

But he seems to have underestimated the weight of the word "examination" in the hearts of his peers.

Two little wizards burst into tears instantly.

I would rather fight the dragon than take the exam...

Roman sighed, put his hand into his pocket, and rubbed the handle of his wand.

There was nothing special about the wand that the elf picked up for him. It was dry, numb, and not very oily when coiled.

But very challenging.

In fact, there is a wand in his cuff, which is coiled up and slippery, and is firmly clasped on his arm by a quick-draw wand specially designed for duels.

It's just that its whole body is glowing with green light, so it's not suitable for seeing people.

After an unknown amount of time, Professor McGonagall left and returned.

She looked at the crying newborn and clapped her hands gently. The child was immediately frightened and stopped crying.

"follow me!"

She led the freshmen onto the high platform and asked them to stand in a row facing four long tables with their backs to the teacher.

Roman was surprised to find that the headmaster's seat was empty, and the gamekeeper was obviously not there either.

You must know that even after Voldemort returned, Dumbledore never missed the sorting ceremony at the beginning of school.

Professor Flitwick, who has goblin blood, is very easy to identify; Professor Snape, who has bat elf blood - sorry, keep strangers away, is also very easy to identify...

He took advantage of the opportunity of the young wizards to look around. The teachers did not pay attention to him and were mostly talking to each other. Only a man in a lavender cloak showed a friendly smile to him.

Roman shuddered. In his career, this kind smile usually meant that the other party gained blood and he lost blood.

Professor McGonagall had begun placing the worn Sorting Hat on the barstool.

Dumbledore still wasn't there.

Everyone in the Great Hall stared at the hat, and there was a dead silence.

I don’t know if this dead silence stimulated the Sorting Hat’s non-existent nerves.

Suddenly, the hat twitched, and a slit opened at the edge like a human mouth.

Even Professor McGonagall couldn't understand why the Sorting Hat suddenly appeared.

Roman also looked at the Sorting Hat with admiration along with everyone else.

You speak first before the leader arrives.

Worthy of being a veteran.

Then the hat began to sing:

"That was a thousand years ago,

The four founders poured wisdom into me.

Since then,

I will select and evaluate the students.

come on!

show me your mind,

College selected for you.

You may lack some courage,

But bravery is not to be confused with recklessness;

You may not be very witty,

But intelligence and wisdom never mix;

You will be afraid of ambition and power,

But interests and sincerity are not incompatible;

You worry about the mediocrity,

But tenacity and honesty will always bear fruit.

Maybe you will be curious——

What keeps me from making mistakes?

Just because the decision is mine,

It’s more about you.

come on!

Wear me and choose your college!

Who doesn't want to be in Gryffindor?

This is the only way to become a brave man!

Who can say no to Ravenclaw?

Erudite scholars explore the truth of this world!

Who doesn't envy Slytherin?

Ambition and power are directed towards the top of the world!

Who dares to underestimate Hufflepuff?

Hard work and kindness are the source of everything!

just now!

Open your hearts!

Show yourself to your heart’s content!

Let's start sorting! "

The entire auditorium applauded warmly, and Roman cheered very hard, because he always felt that something was wrong with the hat stall.

It tilted its hat and bowed to each of the four tables filled with students, and then became motionless again.

At the moment when the singing ended, the thick oak door of the hall was gently pushed open, and a tall and thin old man led Hagrid into the entrance hall.

He smiled apologetically at everyone, his semicircular lenses shining brightly in the candlelight.

Dumbledore's arrival brought joy to the scene again.

Mag also breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward with a long roll of parchment in his hand.

"When I read your name, please put on this hat and sit on the stool to be assigned."

She chanted the name almost continuously, as if something was urging her.

"Kailin Astor!"

A little girl with blond hair walked out of the team, put on a hat that was so big that it even covered her eyes, and sat down quietly.

"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.

There was a burst of applause from the Gryffindor table, along with some polite applause from other tables.

The sorting started, and Dumbledore also led Hagrid across the long table and came to sit down at the staff table.

"Cedric Diggory!"

The cry of the Sorting Hat drew Roman's attention away from Dumbledore.

The boy who made the two little wizards cry with his exam stood up and put on the sorting hat.

Hat didn't waste much effort and announced the result loudly:

"Hufflepuffs!"

Looking at Cedric who was calm and composed and still had time to greet him at the long table, Roman couldn't help but think of a famous saying - "My son Cedric has Dumbledore's qualities."

"Roger Davis - Ravenclaw!"

The sorting continued, and Roman also took the opportunity to look at the students around him.

The two redheads must have been Weasleys, if they hadn't swallowed the dung eggs alive.

After all, they never talked about each other's names.

The black boy with traditional African braids should be the future Quidditch celebrity, Potter Lookout anchor Lee Jordan.

If you can open a store in Diagon Alley in the future, you might consider hiring him to do a promotional show?

I just don’t know if he is willing to make a decision that goes against his ancestors.

So, here comes the most crucial question.

Among these little girls - who will be the hot sister Angelina in the future?

But Professor McGonagall obviously wouldn't give him a chance to think blindly.

"Roman Heller!"

Roman was a little uncomfortable being called by his full name for the first time by a non-law enforcement officer.

He shook his head, mixing the water on the left side of his brain and the water on the right side of his brain evenly together, then put the hat on his head, his eyes looked like dementia, and he silently used his shallow Occlumency technique.

"Awesome little wizard."

A little voice came from inside his head.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not sorting people by peeking into their memories."

Don't you peek into the memory?

Then how do you know that my brain is closed?

Roman didn't buy it and continued to maintain Occlumency.

"The wizard's magic is colored by emotion, which cannot be concealed."

The Sorting Hat felt that the little wizard was questioning its professionalism.

"I can feel a desire for magic, but this desire is forced to a certain extent. If so, Ravenclaw may not be the best choice, what about Slytherin?"

Whatever you want is fine, as long as you are happy.

Roman rolled his eyes and looked like he was demented. This was the negative effect of his full use of Occlumency.

"Wait a minute, your magic power is not pure. Let me see... an amazing mixture. God knows how many powerful potions you have drank! Try it boldly! A born fool! How about Gryffindor?"

You just mentioned the word reckless, right?

All the courage and the like are things you use to deceive others, right?

"Not only is the magic power impure, what is this?"

The Sorting Hat felt the boy beneath him, and there seemed to be something deeper connected to his right arm.

That's something the four founders didn't give it - something at the soul level.

It rarely became curious, and followed this link to explore, trying to directly feel the strange things through Roman's magic power.

Roman felt a biting chill emanating from the wand on his right arm, and feelings of uneasiness and fear filled his brain.

The fragile Occlumency collapsed instantly, and he seemed to be back on that lonely island overseas, watching the wandering dementors floating above his head.

And the Sorting Hat also understood the truth that curiosity killed the cat.

Its magic "brain" is filled with endless green light, each one carrying soul-stirring power.

As Roman's occlumency expired, he saw an isolated island overseas, with cloaked monsters wandering on it.

"what is this!"

The Sorting Hat screamed, twisting and shrinking into a ball, struggling in pain.

"Azkaban! It must be Azkaban!"

There was a commotion in the hall, and McGonagall quickly stepped forward and removed the frightened Sorting Hat from Roman's head.

Roman sat on the chair blankly.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall motioned him to leave his seat that he came back to his senses.

The Wizengamot didn't even have a trial, so you sentenced me?