[HP] This Evil

Probably because the Ferrara family is not very social, Catherine has rarely seen so many people.Nine and three-quarters of the station was crowded with people, more people than in Diagon Alley that day. Disobedient pet cats were scurrying back and forth on the ground, and owls were flapping their cages as if they were afraid that their busy owners would forget them. Everyone must speak out. He yelled so that others could hear what he was saying.

Catherine pushed a half-person-high luggage cart through the crowd looking for her compartment. Just like the day she went to Diagon Alley, she was alone today. Her older sister, Cecilia, worked for the German Ministry of Magic two months ago. They are so busy that their parents have recently been obsessed with researching a spell that can control ghosts, and they have no time to send her, and they always think that such trivial matters are not important.

Since there was no lengthy farewell, Catherine boarded the Hogwarts Express early, so she quickly found an empty private room.About 15 minutes later, just as the train was about to leave, a girl suddenly appeared at the door. It was the girl I met at Madam Malkin's gown shop, Mary.

"Can I sit here?" the girl asked, staring into Catherine's eyes, her body tensed as if nervous.

"Of course," said Catherine. "It's just me here."

"My name is Mary Johnson. May I have your name, miss?" The girl didn't seem to recognize Catherine, and she was very polite today, almost too polite.

"I'm Catherine Ferrara. I don't think you need to be so polite, we are both first graders." Catherine wanted to say that we met in the gown shop, but then she thought that she bumped herself that day so she didn't Because she really couldn't figure out how to say it, did she say, "Hey, we met at Madam Malkin's last time, and you bumped into me"?It also sounds like he is too petty.

"Oh, yes, I just came to England, and I'm still not used to it, because I've been learning French etiquette. You know, French palace etiquette is very complicated." Mary said, her body still stiff, her shirt buttoned. It was a good one, her long chestnut-colored hair was firmly fastened with clips at the back of her head, and her tie was even starched.

"Are you French?" Catherine asked. Mary's accent was really serious. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't know what she was talking about.Are French court accents so weird?

"No... No, I originally planned to study in France, but I suddenly received a notice from Hogwarts." Mary explained, she suddenly stuttered a little.

"Study tour?" Catherine had never heard of this word. "Is this a French word?"

"Study tour means studying while traveling." Mary continued to explain, but she didn't answer the question just now, and then she threw out another random question, "Do you like Mozart or Beethoven?"

"Who is Mozart?" Catherine asked. She had seen Beethoven in a book introducing the Muggle world. He was a very powerful Muggle musician, but who was Mozart?

"Ah, don't you know Mozart?" Mary was surprised. "He is a famous Austrian composer. I like his opera "The Marriage of Figaro" very much."

"I haven't heard of it. He is a Muggle like Beethoven, right? I haven't heard of him among wizards." Catherine asked.

For some reason, Mary stared at Catherine for a while, then slowly answered, "Yes, he is a Muggle—you just said that you are Ferrara, right?"

"Yes, I'm Ferrara. Is there a question?" Catherine felt that Mary's questions were always inexplicable, and listening to Mary's words was really difficult. She had just pronounced Ferrara as Ferrero ( Ferrero), making people confused.

"No, I, I just read about your family in the book. You are very powerful, and your ancestors were once the head of Ravenclaw."

"Oh, that's my great-great-grandfather, but I haven't seen him," answered Catherine.

"Does anyone want to buy some snacks?" The train salesman came over pushing a small trolley full of food.

Mary's eyes lingered for a moment on a couple of licorice wands and Blowing Super Bubblegum, then she shook her head and pulled out a copy of "Secrets of the Stars" and read.

Catherine has never had the habit of eating lunch on the train, so she only bought two chocolate frogs, and planned to keep one for herself and give the other to Mary, but for some reason Mary blushed and decided not to.

Catherine could only eat one and let one go. Just as she was staring at the chocolate frog escaping from the car window in a daze, the door of the box was opened.

"Hey, Ferrara, you're here." It was Draco, who glanced at Mary, who was sitting on the other side, and then turned his attention to Catherine. "You didn't tell me your name last time."

"Catherine, I'm Catherine Ferrara."

"Have you heard that Harry Potter is also on this train, do you want to go and see him with me?" Draco asked, followed by two tall and fat boys, as if they were two The wall blocked half of the light in the corridor.

To see Potter?

This sounds weird, as if Harry Potter is a clown in the theater. "I think we still have a lot of time to get to know Harry Potter after school." Catherine politely declined.

"It's different, Ferrara. Getting to know Potter now is very different from getting to know Potter at school, you don't understand." Draco said with a proud look on his face. "But if you don't want to go, forget it, I'm leaving."

The train drove through a long river with no end in sight, and then drove into a dark forest. The road in the forest seemed difficult to walk. The train bumped several times along the way, and Catherine was dizzy from the bumped head. Why? Nobody put a buffer charm on the train, she thought.

When the sky was completely dark, the train gradually began to slow down, and about a quarter of an hour later, the train finally stopped.A bearded giant was directing the freshmen to cross the Black Lake by boat at the station. The wind was very cold at night, and the freshmen wrapped their robes tightly and boarded the boat noisily.As the boat got farther and farther away from the station, the castle in the distance gradually became clearer. Everyone was very quiet, and everyone's attention was attracted by the magnificent castle.

"Okay, be quiet, you stand here now, don't move." The giant took everyone off the boat, walked to a gate and muttered something, and then the gate opened, and a tall witch stood there. "Professor McGonagall, I leave it to you," said the giant.

Professor McGonagall nodded, and then looked at the first-year freshmen, "Follow me, children, I will take you to the sorting ceremony, and then you can participate in the opening ceremony." Professor McGonagall seemed to have an innate With the deterrent force coming, the freshmen followed her and walked neatly, and the formation did not change until they reached the auditorium.

A dirty hat was put down on a stool in front of the auditorium, and the hat sang a song, which was ugly, but everyone listened carefully, especially the lower grades.

"Now, whoever's name I say will come up and put on this hat. When the hat says your house, you sit at the house table," said Professor McGonagall. "Now, Mary Johnson."

After Mary heard her name, she hesitated for a moment, and then she lifted the ends of the brand new but ill-fitting school robe like a skirt, and walked carefully towards the sorting hat.Every student's eyes were on her.

"Ravenclaw." About a minute later, the Sorting Hat spoke his answer.

The long table on the far right erupted into warm applause. Mary relaxed a little, and her steps became brisk as she walked down.

The sorting process is not very interesting, sometimes the hat will give the result quickly, sometimes it will think about it, or say a few words to the person wearing the hat, but the others can't hear clearly, and they are not selected People can only wait nervously.

"Catherine Ferrara," Professor McGonagall read.Professor Flitwick sat on a stack of cushions in the teacher's seat, trying to look forward.

When Catherine put on the sorting hat, she seemed to hear a small sound on the Ravenclaw table, but soon she could only hear the sound of the sorting hat.

"Aha, what a special Ferrara," said the Sorting Hat, "with a little rarefied kindness deep down, courage when necessary, and of course the essential wisdom of the Ferrara family, though without Your sister is so outstanding, but none of these things can compare to..." The Sorting Hat shouted "Slytherin!" before finishing speaking, and Catherine's mind was still stuck on the words "thin kindness", how can I hear it? I don't think this is a compliment to myself.

There was a brief second of silence in the Great Hall, and then the Slytherin table applauded, certainly not as enthusiastically as Malfoy had passed.There was whispering among the Ravenclaws, especially the older ones, as well as whispers among Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.

"Ferrara, yes, Ferrara is pure blood, but none of the Ferrara have ever been to Slytherin. Their ancestors were once Professor Flitwick's teacher."

"Is it because she wasn't smart enough that Ravenclaw didn't choose her?"

"Is she a purist? I don't remember her sister being."

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Most people who knew the Ferrara family were surprised, but Draco seemed a little happy, he pushed away the fat boy beside him, and waved in the direction of the Sorting Hat, "Come here, Catherine."

Catherine was the last student assigned to Slytherin. When she sat down, she vaguely heard the boy who was also in the first grade sitting across from him say, "Good vision, Draco."

The famous Harry Potter went to Gryffindor, "he's just a stupid troll", Draco said through gritted teeth, it seems that his social interaction on the train was not smooth.

"With Weasley, he'll regret it," Blaise Zabini said.

Every time a freshman walked towards the Hufflepuff table, someone in Slytherin would make a small "whoosh".The students accepted by Slytherin seem to have known each other for a long time. Draco greeted the people around him familiarly. He didn't stop until the long table was full of food, but he would still drink pumpkin juice Post a comment or two on the Hogwarts food, most of which are saying that they are not good enough, not as good as Malfoy Manor, and especially criticize a macaroni, saying that it is too soft, and the tomato sauce on it is too good It wasn't fresh enough, it smelled of a musty cabinet, and his two servants, one named Goyle and the other Crabbe, all nodded in agreement, but they didn't eat less.

After the dinner, the first-years were led by their prefects to the lounge of their own colleges. Although most of them were already very tired, everyone was still in high spirits. Sister Gemma took the first-year Slytherin all the way. Walking down, as the light weakened, Senior Gemma finally stopped.

"Glory" Senior Gemma said to a stone wall.The stone wall moved immediately, and a large rectangular lounge appeared in front of the freshmen. Through the glass of the lounge, Catherine discovered that the Slytherin lounge was at the bottom of the lake.

Sister Gemma took the girls to their dormitory, and Draco and the others followed the prefect. This time, Slytherin only accepted four girls, namely: Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Millicent Borst, and Catherine Ferrara, all purebloods, filled exactly one dormitory.