Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

The slow speed of Hogwarts gradually slowed down, and with a long whistle, the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station.

It was raining heavily outside, and thunder and lightning flashed from time to time. The students who had gone out early in the morning were all soaked and fled in confusion.

Albert cast a "barrier" on the top of his head. As Albert moved, the rain from above his head was blocked by a thick invisible barrier.

The magic and convenience of magic were fully demonstrated at this moment. Under Albert's transformation technique, the original muddy path instantly turned into a hard stone path. Although it was still a little wet, at least it would not be muddy.

The Thestral carriage had been waiting for a long time. When Albert saw the group of skinny Thestrals, what came to his mind was that a few years ago, he broke into the Forbidden Forest at night and extracted a syringe of Thestral blood from a Thestral.

It was a kind of silver-gray blood that was thicker than the blood of other magical animals. And from Albert's observation, the vitality contained in the blood of Thestrals was not much weaker than that of immortal vampires.

Hmm...could be a good raw material for potions.

The Thestrals who are pulling the cart faithfully at this moment do not know that there is a little wizard in their car who is planning to use their blood. If Albert's thoughts are known to them, the Thestrals may let Albert experience something. What is a flight accident?

The castle was soon in sight. Albert got off the carriage and entered the warm castle with a large number of students who were soaked in the rain.

With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, a blurry door appeared at the door of the auditorium. As long as you pass through this door, even if ten kilograms of rainwater are on your clothes, they will be dry immediately.

On the teacher's desk, Snape's expression was still full of pain and hatred. His long-standing wish was still unfulfilled. This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was taken away again.

He secretly hated: Damn old bee, he would rather take advantage of outsiders than help me!

It's a pity that old bee Dumbledore was looking at the students in the auditorium with a smile at the moment and didn't notice the little complaints from his professors. Of course, even if he did, Dumbledore would pretend he didn't see it.

The real Alastor Moody was sitting on the classroom table, his huge magic eyes turning around, looking at the current Hogwarts.

The students in the audience were a little frightened when they saw his scarred face, and rushed to sit far away from him. Naturally, these small actions could not escape Moody's evil eye, but he didn't care.

Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new students, and placed a tattered, dirty, and patched wizard's hat on the stool.

The first-year freshmen stared at it blankly. After a brief tangle, hesitating on how Hogwarts would be sorted, Albert's "Grindelwald conspiracy theory" won the market, on the train. Fred and George spread the word, causing panic among the first-year wizards.

Now that these freshmen understand the sorting method, they feel relieved and resentful of the two red-haired seniors for actually deceiving them, these innocent and lovely Hogwarts freshmen.

For a moment, there was silence in the auditorium.Then a crack near the brim opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly sang:

That was over 1000 years ago and I was just being woven into shape.

There are four famous wizards whose names are passed down to this day:

Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp;

Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the peaceful riverside;

Benevolent Hufflepuff, from the open valley;

The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

They share a dream, a wish, and a bold plan to cultivate young wizards into talents, and Hogwarts School was founded in this way.

Each of these four great wizards established their own academy.

They have different ideas about the talents they value in the students they teach.

Gryffindor believes that the bravest people should receive the highest rewards;

Ravenclaw feels that the most intelligent is always the most promising;

Hufflepuff felt that the most diligent and hardworking were the most qualified to enter the house;

Slytherin, who longs for power, likes ambitious teenagers the most.

The four great wizards personally selected their favorite students when they were still alive, but when they were buried in Jiuquan, how to select the talents among the students?

It was Gryffindor who figured it out, he took me off his head and all four of them poured their thoughts into me.

From now on, I will choose and evaluate!

Well, hold me well on the head,

I never looked away,

I want to see your mind,

Find out which academy you belong to!

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, there was warm applause in the auditorium. Although the Sorting Hat's singing was not beautiful, everyone showed due respect to him. Despite the lack of musical talent, he sang one song almost every year. It is not easy for new songs to appear.

Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment.

"When I call someone's name, he puts his hat on his head and sits on a stool," she told the first-year students. "When the hat announces the house, he goes and sits at the appropriate table."

"Stuart Ackley!"

A boy came forward and could be seen shaking from head to toe.He took the sorting hat, put it on his head, and sat on the stool.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

The sorting ceremony went on in an orderly manner until the last little wizard was sorted into Hufflepuff. The dinner was transferred to the long table. The students of the four houses moved their index fingers in front of the sumptuous meal. Dumbledore gave a speech before the meal. Very simple, there is only one "eat".

The heavy rain was still pounding heavily against the high, dark windows.Another burst of thunder exploded, rattling the glass windows, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the hazy ceiling, illuminating the golden plate. The first remaining food on the plate disappeared, and in the blink of an eye it was filled with desserts.

Under the stormy attack of the students, the desserts were swept away, the last remaining crumbs on the plate disappeared, and the plate became clean and shiny again. At this time, Albus Dumbledore Stand up again.The buzzing voices in the hall suddenly stopped, and only the pounding of the strong wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we have eaten and drank enough, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have to make a few announcements."

After announcing some commonplace prohibited behaviors and introducing the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Moody to everyone, Dumbledore announced loudly:

"I would also like to inform you with great regret that the Academy Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."

Amidst the surprises of the students, Dumbledore continued:

“This is because there is a big event that starts in October and continues throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers’ time and energy, but I’m sure you will all have a lot of fun doing it.

I'm very excited to announce that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year! "