The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 3 Be the Prettiest Boy at the Dinner Party

A certain Gryffindor senior yelled loudly.

He is not talking nonsense.Because some freshmen were lost before, and later I heard that they were found near the Forbidden Forest.

Who knows how that freshman got to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

However, it was precisely because of this "heroic deed" that the boy was assigned to Gryffindor without accident.Since then, it has become the talk of Gryffindor veterans.

"Oh. Professor, I'm here."

"Sorry, I got distracted professor." (French)

"What?" Professor McGonagall looked at the boy in front of him suspiciously.

"Oh, I mean, I'm a little nervous."

Melda who switched back to English at the speed of light quickly explained.

Why did I lose my mind again.I didn't have this problem before.

"Okay, kid, please come up as soon as possible?" It might be that the freshman was really nervous, so Professor McGonagall was not angry, she just waved her hand, urging Melda to sit over quickly.

"Ok."

Regarding the distracted matter, let it go first.Melda estimated that it was caused by her disordered memory.

At this moment, he quickly restrained his mind, walked forward quickly and sat on the chair.Professor McGonagall then put the sorting hat on his head.

"Hey, it's a shy kid."

"You're not the first little wizard to get nervous on an occasion like this. You certainly won't be the last."

Melda, wearing the sorting hat, rolled her eyes.But he didn't dare to have any thoughts in his heart, he knew that the Sorting Hat could read memories.

"In the past, some little wizards always wanted to take out rabbits from my body. I don't know where the bad idea came from."

As if opening a chatterbox, the sorting hat worn on Melda's head opened its mouth wide open, chattering non-stop.

"Cough cough." Seeing that the Sorting Hat seemed to want to continue talking, Professor McGonagall quickly coughed twice, reminding the Sorting Hat to get down to business.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." The Sorting Hat, which had stopped chattering, drew a long tone, and finally started to get down to business.

"Well, let me see. Oh! Clever and ambitious. Mmmm. And a touch of recklessness."

As the Sorting Hat became more serious, Melda's heart also became uneasy.

It must be Slytherin, Melda guessed.

After all, he's an old pureblood.Look at the rest of his good qualities, smart and ambitious.Isn't this the standard configuration of the Snake Court?

"Well then"

"Slytherin."

Melda groaned inwardly.It seems that he is sure that he will go to the snake yard.

"Gryffindor!"

"Forehead?"

Melda was taken aback when she heard the Sorting Hat's decision.

Reckless?How could he be a reckless man?

Although he is a bit of a second grader, a bit stupid, and a bit reckless.God is my second
Well, Gryffindor is pretty good too, isn't it?
Melda followed the cheering crowd and easily found a seat in Gryffindor.

Before he could sit down, a red-haired twin on the side had already stretched out his head and said to Melda, "Hey, you are so cool, it's the first time I've talked so much with other people about that hat." Long."

"It's okay, it's quite talkative."

Melda spoke angrily, pulled out a chicken leg, and bit down hard.

It's not his fault, he was distracted after walking for so long, which made him rush to eat something when the train didn't show up at all.

But now he is already hungry with his chest stuck to his back.

Not to mention, the rice cooker is about to start cooking.

The Weasley brothers didn't speak again, mainly because they were surprised by Melda's vicious look.

Look at him, with a chicken leg in each hand and a glass of juice in his mouth.

Maybe he was choking, he gulped down two gulps, bit the rim of the cup, put it down quickly, and continued to eat.

Such an inconspicuous image naturally attracted the attention of many young wizards, even the freshmen of Ravenclaw next door noticed this countryman who had no British style at all.

And in the midst of this, another red-haired freshman also noticed Melda.

It was Ron tearing at the steak.

Ron, who also has the soul of a cook, couldn't help but looked up a few times.

It just so happened that Melda was also reaching out to change the plate, when she looked up she happened to see Ron.Immediately, the eyes of the two intertwined in the air, and it seemed that a different kind of friendship began to sprout in their hearts.

'A good brother who can cook. '

'A good girl who can cook? '

"These two" Hermione, who had a panoramic view of this scene, muttered softly.

She never thought that this cute girl in front of her would act so 'unrestrained'.Anyway, she couldn't be so disregarding her image in front of the public.

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The juice is over thirty, and the meat and vegetables are over the five flavors.

With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, the leftovers on the table disappeared instantly.

"Okay kids, I know you're getting impatient, but before going to bed, we still have to sing the school song together."

As soon as Dumbledore's voice fell, the faces of the old students and professors changed instantly.

And our old principal didn't seem to notice the faces of other people at all, he took out his wand from his cuff, waved it casually, and the words in gold were changed out of thin air.

The waving wand seemed to release a signal, and the chorus in the auditorium immediately began.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts*2."

"Please teach us something,"

"Whether we're old men with bald heads or young kids with scars on our knees, we need something interesting in our heads"

Various versions of the tune, various sounds cobbled together.Even some of the two Weasley twins specially used the tune of the funeral march, dragging their voices and roaring at the top of their voices.

Melda was a bit restrained at first, after all, it was her first time here, and she wanted to make a good impression on the professors.

However, after [-] milliseconds, he gave up the idea.Started to let go of myself.

He first sang for the Weasley duo in English, and then switched back and forth between French, Chinese, and English.

The trio's ensemble gradually turned into Melda's solo show.

Weasley's long voice dragged on longer and lower, and at the end it could only make a sound like a growl.And Melda's voice became louder the further back she went.

Finally, amidst a burst of high-pitched high-pitched voices, the torment of everyone present was finally over.

"Oh! sweet girl, your voice is so enchanting."

"Very few people can stand with us for so long. You say so, George."

"Sure, Fred, we're the best."

Speaking of enjoying themselves, the two took half a step back and bowed towards each other.

"girl?"

"???"

But before Melda could think about it, he was amused by the comedy scene of George and Fraser.

"You heard me wrong."

Turning around, he noticed that Headmaster Dumbledore seemed to be watching him.And Professor McGonagall next to him was also looking at him.

Melda was flattered by the double attention of the principal and the vice-principal. He didn't know where to put his hands, but when he looked up again, he realized that the two people looked at him obviously differently. One is a little "affectionate", and the other is irritated.

It is estimated that he is distressed by the new generation of troublemakers.

Forehead.
(End of this chapter)