Snakes in Hogwarts

Without letting them wait, Professor McGonagall quickly returned to the small room full of freshmen. After placing them in a column, a group of people led by Professor McGonagall towards the auditorium not far away. Go.

The highly anticipated Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony is about to begin.

"I really didn't expect that there would be ghosts in this world!" After leaving the room, Hermione turned her head and looked reluctantly.

When they were waiting in the room just now, more than two dozen translucent ghosts with pearly white appeared on the surrounding walls, which shocked Hermione.

They are floating in the air as if they are weightless, and the sturdy walls are easily passed through by ghosts like a thin water curtain.

Most ghosts didn't care about the new life in the room, they just passed through the room quickly, talking in a low voice, thinking about it, in their almost endless life, I am afraid they have seen too many such new life.

Only one ghost stopped, his clothes looked like a monk, and his short stature couldn't stop the gentle smile on his face.

"First-year freshman, right! I guess you are now waiting for the sorting ceremony?"

"Madam, what should we do in a moment? I mean, how will they test us?" asked a freshman who couldn't be named boldly.

"Don't be nervous, dear, you will know soon, I really hope you can be assigned to Hufflepuff, I graduated from this college that year."

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"I always thought that these creatures only live in fairy tales!" In the freshman team, Hermione and Andros communicated quietly.

"Come on, Hermione, a few days ago you thought that wizards exist only in fairy tales!

Do you remember the first time Professor McGonagall and I went to your house?You must have looked at me and Professor McGonagall as weird people who came out of some holiday celebration."

"Where is ~I~ I didn't know what you were here for, besides, it would be strange for anyone to see someone dressed like this for the first time."

"You may not know that after Professor McGonagall finished talking, your expression was so cute that I will never forget it. Would you like me to describe to you what you were like at that time?" Andros joked with a smile.

Even though it had been so long, he still couldn't forget what the girl did when he and the professor visited Hermione's house on the first day.

"Bah, baah, who wants to listen to your nonsense, ignore you!" Hermione walking behind gave Andros a light kick with her little leather shoes, and then turned her head in anger, ignoring Ander. Rose.

Under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, they passed through the foyer, passed through a double door, and finally came to an extremely luxurious auditorium.

Yes, extremely luxurious, this is the word that Andros came up with from his barren brain that fits here best.

This is a spacious and bright hall. Four long tables are filled with students from various colleges. Thousands of candles float quietly above the tables, illuminating the entire auditorium.

On the four long tables were golden trays and silver goblets. They were shining in the light, not to mention the ceiling above.

Merlin goes up again, is there really a ceiling there?

Looking at the twinkling stars above his head, even Andros, who knew all of this, couldn't help but think about it.

Although he had known for a long time that it was a masterpiece by Ravenclaw, the lady liked astronomy very much, so she invented this magical magic that can map the weather outside in real time.

Even if you are familiar with the plot, you can't have no fluctuations in your heart when you actually step into this auditorium.

The auditorium is very quiet, because almost everyone, the students sitting at the long table, and the teachers in the teacher's seat on the high platform in front, are silently examining these young faces.

Andros gently took Hermione's little hand, the girl looked very nervous, and her red face turned pale like a lantern.

As for Andros, he himself was a little nervous, but they were all well hidden. He had always been reluctant to show his emotions on his face.

That should be Dumbledore, right?

Andros couldn't help but look towards the teacher's seat. In the golden principal's chair in the middle of the teacher's seat was sitting an old man with a white beard

He seemed to have thought about being old, with a silver beard and long hair that could fit into his belt, but his eyes were piercing.

It's hard to imagine that he is already a 110-year-old old man.

Although Dumbledore had been looking at the new student with a kind and kind smile, Andros felt a sense of danger very keenly.

He always has a certain sense of danger.

That kind of feeling is hard to describe, as if the kind old man in front of him will turn into a giant dragon that awakens from a deep sleep in an instant, tearing the surrounding prey to pieces with ease.

And don't know why, Andros felt that Dumbledore always looked towards him intentionally or unintentionally, which made him quickly turn his head back.

What an international joke, it is not a good thing to be noticed by Dumbledore before enrolling.

After bringing the freshmen to the front of the faculty seat, Professor McGonagall didn't know where to take out a four-corner stool and gently placed it in front of the freshmen.

Then, another patched, worn out, dirty and torn pointed wizard hat was placed on the stool.

Just as the freshmen were at a loss, the hats moved.

It twisted on the stool first, seeming to be stretching, and then it split.

A wide gap unfolded from the body of the hat, and it looked a bit like a mouth.

"You may think I am not pretty enough,

But don’t judge people by their appearance,

If you can find a more beautiful hat than me,

I can eat myself..."

In the silent auditorium, the Sorting Hat sang loudly.

Although the voice is not unpleasant, it has nothing to do with goodness. If you have to say it, it can only be said to have barely found the tune.

But even Gryffindor would not ask for a cap to have any moving voice.

After the song of the Sorting Hat was reduced in interest, the audience thundered with applause. Andros and several freshmen around also slapped their hands symbolically. Then, Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment from his arms.

"Now, whoever I read the name will come forward, put on a hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting house."

"The first one, Hannah Abbot."