Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

In order to welcome the new semester and the banquet of the new school year, the auditorium has obviously been decorated again. The ribbons representing the four colleges are brand new. Thousands of candles are floating in the air above the table, making the gold plates and goblets shine. glow.

Although there was wind and rain on the ceiling, and lightning flashed from time to time, it did not affect the inside of the auditorium at all. It was much warmer here than outside.

Soul and Hermione separated at the door of the Great Hall and sat down at Hufflepuff's long table.

The fat monk sank half of his body in the middle of the long table. When Suer passed by, he pulled his hand out of the table and waved to him friendly.

"Long time no see, fat monk."

There were already many little wizards sitting on their seats, chattering about the Quidditch World Cup that had just passed.

The Quidditch World Cup is a rare and important event in recent years. Whether you go there or not, it doesn't stop everyone from discussing with your friends the wonderful actions of a certain player on a certain team on the field.

"I have to say," Moen said with high spirits, "Krum's 'Longhis Feint' was really wonderful."

"It's a pity that Bulgaria lost in the end."

In the center of the auditorium is the teacher's seat, and the seats in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class are empty. Professor Snape is still gloomy, with a greasy face. Speaking of which, Soul has not contacted Professor Snape this summer. It's really It's too disrespectful to respect teachers.

Snape noticed Soul's appraising gaze and looked over calmly.

Soul was shocked, smiled awkwardly and waved to Professor Snape, then shifted his gaze, but then met Professor Dumbledore's gaze in the middle of the teacher's chair.

"After the banquet, can you please come to the principal's office? I have something to ask you, Suer." Although he didn't see any movement on Dumbledore's lips, Suer clearly heard Dumbledore's gentle voice.

Soul was stunned for a moment, then nodded towards Professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore gave a gentle smile, then the fingertips of his two slender hands touched together, his chin rested on the fingertips, and his eyes looked at the ceiling through the half-moon lenses, seemingly lost in thought.

"I really envy you, Moen. I must go and experience it if I have the chance." Justin looked fascinated after listening to Moen's words, and turned to Suer, "Did you go to watch the game on site? Suer... Sur?"

"Oh, oh oh." Suer came back to his senses and nodded, "I went to see it."

"Then you must also know what happened that night after the game, right?" Moen interjected, "That mark..."

"The papers said it was a prank, but my dad said it wasn't that simple at all."

"I don't know too well." Su Er knew the truth in his heart, but there was no need to say it here to cause panic. After thinking about it again, it seemed that there were still people who understood.

"We hid in the woods that day and didn't come out until the Ministry of Magic officials said it was safe."

As soon as Soul finished speaking, the door to the auditorium opened. Justin was obviously a little dissatisfied with Soul's answer. He wanted to ask more about the accident that happened on the day of the Quidditch World Cup finals, but the leader, Professor McGonagall, was serious. The look on his face made him shut his mouth tightly.

Everyone, not just Justin, fell silent, their eyes focused on the prospective first-year student behind Professor McGonagall.

Today's weather is indeed particularly unfriendly to them. Looking at them, they don't look like they came from Hogwarts Castle by boat, but rather like they swam from the black lake with the giant squid. It looked slimy and wet, and when walking in the aisle, there was a trail of wet water following it.

Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, they stood in a row along the staff table. They stopped and faced the entire school. Due to nervousness, rain or the cold lake water, the prospective first-year students all looked shivering. .

The smallest one in the queue was also wrapped in a coat---Hagrid's moleskin coat. He looked like a little squirrel wearing a human coat.

As usual, Professor McGonagall brought a high stool and placed a tattered hat on it.

It's the sorting hat.

According to the rules, it should be singing, without musical accompaniment, purely acapella.

"That was over 1000 years ago."

“I was just woven into shape.”

"There are four famous wizards."

“Their names live on to this day.”

"Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamps."

"Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the tranquil synastry."

"Merciful Hufflepuff, from the open valley."

"The shrewd Slytherin comes from that quagmire."

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[Leave your names behind your respective colleges, wizards]

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"I want to take a look inside your head."

"Determine which college you belong to!"

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, there was warm applause in the auditorium. Soul applauded and nodded. The Sorting Hat was obviously not lazy this year. The lyrics were different from the previous two years. The lyrics of this aria were very well written. Unfortunately, It would definitely sound better with harp accompaniment.

There is no need to go into details about the process of sorting into colleges. Each college welcomed new students, and Suer applauded until his palms turned red.

The food in his stomach had been digested in the afternoon, and what he wanted most now was to wait for Professor Dumbledore to finish his speech, and then eat Yorkshire pudding stuffed with beef and cheese as soon as possible.

I believe that every little wizard except him thinks this way.

Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore stood up after the young wizard of the last branch took his seat, his flowing silver-white hair and beard shining in the candlelight.

“Last school year, we sent away our seventh-grade students, and this school year, we welcomed new blood.”

"Welcome to Hogwarts, and I'm glad that our old classmates are smoothly embracing new knowledge."

"I know that if I talk too long now, you will feel very unhappy."

"So." Dumbledore clapped his hands, and a mountain-like pile of various foods suddenly appeared on the golden plate, and a steaming drink appeared out of thin air in the goblet.

"Enjoy the feast and fill your bellies."

The students let out a long-suppressed cheer, and the sound of knives and forks colliding with plates merged into one. There was no sound of speaking. Everyone was chewing and tasting the food in their mouths. The new little wizard seemed bigger than the palm of his hand. Like chicken drumsticks, they were torn apart with each hand.

The kitchen elf's skills have improved again this year. After graduation, he must abduct an elf back. Su Er cut off a piece of butter-grilled steak with satisfaction, put it in his mouth, squinted his eyes with satisfaction, and secretly made up his mind. .

If the kitchen elf doesn't want to go with him, he can only find a way to stay in this castle. Well, when he becomes the principal, he can just take one away.

Yes, that's it.