[hp] Mr. Lion and Miss Griffin

Chapter 7 7. Train Traditions

Before the departure, Mr. Spot had a little temper, which caused me to get on the car a little late. Fortunately, the twin gentlemen were waiting for me and reserved a seat for me, otherwise I would have to find the car by myself!

"Of course, Mommy has asked us to take good care of you. It looks like you are her biological child!" Fred said, but he didn't look dissatisfied at all, instead he looked very happy.

"Yes, Fred is because of my mother's entrustment, and I am purely because of our lovely little princess Evie." George leaned on me and pretended to provoke discord in a low voice, but in fact the whole workshop could hear it, so it was logical The ground and the ground started fighting, which made me laugh.

We were enjoying Mrs. Weasley's cooking, and she brought me my favorite smoked chicken sandwich, when there was a knock on the door of the carriage, and a pitiful looking boy with a round face walked in, eyes full of tears. tears. "Excuse me," he said, "but I want to ask, have you seen my toad?"

We all shook our heads, he looked even more sad, as if he was about to cry, I stood up to help the child, the twins screamed strangely behind me: "The future Miss Dean is already preparing to fight with her aunt A student! In a completely different way from her aunt!"

I gave them an angry look, and walked out with the boy.

"Don't worry, if it's still there when you get in the car, I think we'll be able to find him. My name is Evelyn McGonagall."

He looked surprised. Generally, children who are somewhat sensitive to this name come from wizarding families. He introduced: "My name is Neville Longbottom. But I heard from my grandmother that McGonagall is the head of Gryffindor last name." It was Longbottom, I've heard, of the Gryffindor family of two heroes.

"That's my aunt." I winked at him.He looked even more surprised, and then asked me timidly: "Then...you must be a Gryffindor, Miss McGonagall. Do you think I might be sorted into Gryffindor? I'm worried I won't be able to go There . . . grandma will be very disappointed in me."

"You can call me Evelyn, or Evie, can I call you Neville?" He nodded, so I continued, "Actually, I'm a Ravenclaw." Puckering lips, "But my aunt was very proud too, and I think your grandmother would be too, no matter where you were sorted. Well... maybe except for Slytherin." A little boy with blond hair who didn't know what to do, curled his lips at Neville, and he also laughed, "But anyway, Gryffindor and my aunt welcome children with courage." Neville looked a little more relaxed Yes, we just asked about a carriage, and saw the blond-haired kid come back with a flushed face and aggression. When he saw me, his face turned pale for a moment, then became redder again, and left angrily.

It was inexplicable.

But I think I know why, I looked at the car where the blond boy rushed out, and there were two boys I knew well and a girl with messy hair standing inside, the atmosphere was not very good.

"It seems that you have spent a very rich Hogwarts train time?" I leaned against the door with my arms crossed, and Harry and Ron shouted excitedly: "Evie!" Then they looked at each other strangely, as if feeling It was incredible that the other party knew me. When the little girl saw Neville behind me, she rushed out to ask him about things, and then the two of them were about to leave first.

"Don't worry about Neville, if you don't find Leffe before you get off the bus, the house elf will send him to Hogwarts." The little girl looked at me curiously, and I nodded at her: "You'd better Go back and change into your school robes, we're almost there." After the two of them left, I got into Harry and Ron's compartment.

"It seems that you guys already know each other? I'm thinking of introducing you after school starts." The two boys looked embarrassed, maybe they were wondering if I saw the conflict between Malfoy and them. "Don't worry, Hogwarts trains have always had a tradition, you will meet your lifelong friends and lifelong enemies here." I rubbed the foreheads of the two children and was about to leave, "Hurry up and change clothes Come on! We'll be there really soon."

"I really like Evie," Ron muttered after I left.

"Me too." Harry agreed.

"But how did you meet Evie?"

"Oh...it's like this..."

The twins expressed great dissatisfaction with me for coming back so late. It is much more difficult to appease these two childish ghosts than to appease their younger brother. I was exhausted when I got into the carriage.

On the other side, Hagrid brought Harry and the children in front of Professor McGonagall. His eyes widened in surprise when he heard the name McGonagall.

"That's Evie's aunt, Head of Gryffindor." Ron whispered to him.

"Really? Then Evie is also a Gryffindor?" Ron was about to say something when Hermione took the conversation: "Really? You don't know? Neville just told me, that Mike Miss Grid is a Ravenclaw!" Ron rolled his eyes fiercely: "It's as if she and Evie knew each other."

Professor McGonagall seemed to have noticed this, and turned his head to take a look. A group of radish heads quickly lowered their heads and stopped talking. Draco next to him sneered fiercely, and everyone stared at him.

I watched my aunt come in with the turnip heads, and waved to them happily, and Neville, holding his toad.They all smiled at me, the kids are so cute.

"Pay attention, your expression now is almost like my grandmother's hair-raising kindness after seeing me after ten years." Aurora complained silently beside me, and Qiu also snickered.

"Just kidding, I have the same expression as Professor Sprout at most." She was the happiest dean above, applauding happily every time a child was assigned to Hufflepuff.

"You're just joking. Your expression is stickier than Professor Dumbledore's black tea mixed with three times honey." Qiu joined the conversation, and this description of success made me numb.

"Okay, my Miss Laura and Miss Qiu, you are about to welcome a Professor Snape Evie, I hope you don't regret it." I put on a livid expression that was always revealing displeasure, Amused them, and begged me for mercy. "To be honest, you have done your best, and you can even integrate into Professor McGonagall's seriousness. My back is chilling." Margaret muttered, I shrugged, and looked back at their branch.

That little Malfoy entered Slytherin without a doubt, and the Sorting Hat didn't hesitate at all. On the contrary, the lady named Hermione Granger waited for a while before the Sorting Hat sorted her into Slytherin. Gryffindor, I saw Ron roll his eyes silently.

It took a long time for Neville to be assigned to Gryffindor. Harry took a shorter time than him, but not too much. After being assigned to Gryffindor, Fred and George applauded wildly , yelling "We've got Potter!" and giving me crazy winks.

"What, what did you promise them?" Aurora asked me.

"Oh, I made a bet with them on where Harry would get."

"Looks like they won? Where do you guess?"

"Well... Ravenclaw."

"... Seriously? I feel that the little girl who can actually chat with Percy is more likely than him." Aurora looked at me like she was looking at a troll!

"Of course I know it's impossible, but what does it matter, they all seem happy."

"Sacrificing yourself to entertain the public? You're looking more and more like the two of them, Gryffindor." She curled her lips and looked away from me.

"..." I tried to refute, but I had nothing to say.

With the last boy named Zabini in Slytherin, the sorting was finally officially over.

Aurora and I complain that this year's students must be tough.

I couldn't agree more.

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