My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 248 New Semester, New Professor, New Sorting Ceremony
Before the opening ceremony, Nelson sat down at the long table in Slytherin early. Compared with when he first arrived at Hogwarts, it was difficult for him to be excited about this kind of ceremony with a sense of ritual. There is nothing unusual about this day, but it is absolutely impossible not to have it.

For him, today is very important every year. Even when he was studying in Ilvermorny, Nelson would sit on the roof of the hut on the first day of each year, looking towards the direction of Hogwarts in the east. The shouts of "Gryffindor!", "Ravenclaw!", "Slytherin!" and "Hufflepuff!" seemed to reach his ears across the ocean.

This year, he could finally hear these words with his own ears that would affect the little wizard's life.

It seemed that he was not in high spirits, and Alphard did not come to disturb him. As for Tom, he was maintaining order from a distance as a prefect, and Nelson was able to find a moment of peace in the noisy symphony created by many students.

He looked at the long table for faculty and staff on the high platform, and the high-backed chair in the center was replaced with a luxurious purple velvet cover. He was a little curious, will there be a principal at this year's opening ceremony?According to Andre, Principal Armando is not in good condition.

Nelson was a little thirsty, and whispered to the empty dining table, "Orange juice."

A glass of attractive orange juice appeared out of nowhere, and a string of words appeared on the tablecloth—"Drink less, the deliciousness is yet to come."

The handwriting disappeared quickly. They looked familiar, but not recognizable. They seemed to be written by a house elf. Nelson shook his head, took a sip of orange juice, and looked at the students around him. In the middle of the long Lanffindor table, Christian, who was recovering from a serious illness, and his face was still a little pale, was happily talking to the students next to him. The short and fat Moody was staring longingly at the long Slytherin table at the edge. If he said to him, "You will be killed by Tom without a nose", he would definitely not believe it at this moment. At the end of the long table in Gryffindor, a tall boy full of Sitting upright with a serious face, the chair under his buttocks was crumbling. Rubeus Hagrid's face was still as immature as when Nelson first saw him, but his height had changed a lot, and it was obvious that he had changed Not of normal height.

Thinking that he hadn't seen Hagrid for a long time, Nelson felt a little guilty. He had promised Minerva and Felius that he would take care of Hagrid at school when he was in the restaurant in Diagon Alley, but he left as soon as he turned around. Hogwarts is over, he picked up the orange juice and took another sip. This glass of orange juice seems to be freshly squeezed from the whole orange, with a hint of bitterness from the core and the sourness of the orange peel. He put down the glass and prepared to drink it after school starts Talk to Hagrid.

At this time, Tom had already circled to the side near the Gryffindor long table. He looked at Hagrid, who was not far away with a serious face, and nodded with a smile. Hagrid also returned his big smile. Only then did he continue to focus on the young Slytherins with their energy and loud voices.

"Are Tom and Hagrid familiar?" Nelson asked Alphard beside him.

"Ah? What?" Alphard turned his head, "Hagrid? Is that the big man from Gryffindor?"

"Yes."

"It's quite familiar," Alphard recalled. "I can sometimes see Tom asking Hagrid to buy things in Hogsmeade, and sometimes he will go there himself. What's wrong?"

"Ah... that's good." Nelson nodded and said, "I promised Minerva to take care of him."

"Minerva McGonagall?" Alphard's information is very well-informed, "she will be able to take care of him soon, my father said that the Hogwarts school board interviewed several new professors this year, M. Leva McGonagall was among them."

"Is she really here?" Nelson exclaimed. "So young."

"I just don't know when it will come. The current professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts is Dumbledore... But this year's teaching is expected to be a little looser. After all, everyone's focus may not be on the classroom."

Hearing his words, Nelson understood that even if the basilisk incident hadn't happened, Dumbledore would soon become the new headmaster.

His eyes began to wander in the auditorium again. The arrogant Malfoy sitting diagonally across from him, their family's genetics were as strong as the Weasleys', and he could tell at a glance; At the long table, Dwight begged his grandpa to tell his grandma to ask the Quidditch players to take him to a game at the beginning of school. Another female prefect kept order while sulking. Myrtle sat on the same table as Hagrid. In terms of position, she was lying on the table wondering what she was thinking, whether she was talking to the students on both sides. Compared with when she first entered school, she had changed a lot; as for Hufflepuff, who was farthest away, their The atmosphere is always the best in Hogwarts. It is neither noisy nor deserted. A table of people is crowded together like a big family.

Nelson looked away. He noticed that Dumbledore had stepped onto the podium.

As the hottest wizard in Britain, the moment Dumbledore appeared, the noisy auditorium fell silent. The students from the second to seventh grades all realized that this year's opening ceremony was about to begin.

The prefects who maintained order also quickly took their seats. Tom quickly walked to Nelson, sat on the empty seat left, looked at the podium playfully, and said with a smile, "Has Dumbledore finally tried to usurp the throne?"

"Dear students," Dumbledore's appearance was very different from Principal Armando's. He walked to the high-backed chair covered with purple velvet chair cover, did not sit down, but picked up the chair at hand. The silver spoon tapped lightly on the silver candlestick on the table.

The crisp knocking sound echoed in the auditorium, and the last bit of noise quickly disappeared.

"Dear students," Dumbledore's voice did not have the sense of distance that Armando did, he said briskly, "I will preside over this year's opening ceremony, everyone can catch up with friends later, let us first Invite everyone's favorite teachers up."

The front door of the auditorium opened, and led by Professor Slughorn, familiar professors walked to the faculty seats in twos and twos. Whenever a dean took the stage, there would inevitably be explosions on the long table of the corresponding college. There was a burst of violent applause, louder each time, as if they were competing.

Nelson noticed that even Professor Binns, who hadn't been out of the office or classroom much, floated up in the team. It seemed that this ceremony was quite large, and Professor Binns might be considering writing it into a history book.

"It seems that Gryffindor can't applaud," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said with a smile after all the professors were seated, "It's a bit embarrassing."

There was silence in the auditorium for a while, and then there was applause from the long Gryffindor table, as if the roof was about to be toppled over, especially Hagrid's clapping so hard that both of his big hands were red. up.

Soon, applause came from the other three long tables, and the students of Hogwarts applauded Dumbledore unanimously.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at Professor Slughorn and raised a hand. The applause in the auditorium quickly subsided. Nelson was a little confused. All the professors were sitting on the podium, so who will preside over the sorting ceremony? ?

His question was quickly answered.

"Students, although I know that everyone is very hungry, I still have to say a few more words," Dumbledore still did not sit down, he stood in the middle of the long table and said, "For some reason, our beloved The principal, Professor Armando Dippet, will not be able to accompany us through the new semester this year, but you don’t have to worry. Our four deans and every teacher in the school can guarantee that everyone’s study and life will be safe at all. It will not be affected, presumably everyone has gotten used to this state in the past two years, and we are actually doing pretty well."

The auditorium was a little quieter than before.

"Due to some special circumstances, this year Hogwarts must elect a headmaster to handle certain activities," Professor Slughorn said, "The board of directors and the professors unanimously elected Dumbledore to be the headmaster of Hogwarts." Gwarz is the acting principal for this semester, and as for the things after that...Professor Dippet needs to deal with those things."

"Don't blame Professor Dippet, everyone. Those things that only he can do are very important—not only for himself, but also for everyone." Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Before he left, he put Hogg All the operational authority of Woz has been handed over to me, so I can reiterate that you don’t have to worry about how your studies and life will be affected.”

After all, before the students could react, he clapped his hands and said, "Because the principal's affairs are a bit busy, the school board specially hired a new professor of Transfiguration for everyone. Don't worry, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Excellent graduates, the level of transfiguration is also very high, today, your new professor will preside over the sorting ceremony for the first-year students."

After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands, the main door of the auditorium opened with a "bang", and the outside wind blew in. A row of freshmen shivering like quails in school uniform and robes formed into two rows, followed by a small man Behind the witch, squeezed into the auditorium.

"Minerva." Nelson laughed as he looked at the tight bun on top of Meg's head.

"Hey," Alphard pointed to the freshman behind Mag, "These guys can't walk anymore."

"Indeed," Tom took a sip of a glass of orange juice he found somewhere, and commented in a low voice, "It feels like their robes have been stolen."

"You were worse than them in first grade," Nelson sneered. "You can walk, Alphard, but I remember you tied your legs in a knot, and Tom—"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong!" Tom waved his hand and took another sip.

"I mean, that's my orange juice." Nelson's eyes widened.

"I just said why it tastes so bad," Tom curled his lips, but an unknown Slytherin handed him ice water, "Only you can drink such bitter orange juice."

"..." Nelson spread his hands and turned his eyes back to the team. It took less than a tenth of a second for McGonagall to lock on to himself after making eye contact with Dumbledore. Looking at each other awkwardly, Mag gave Nelson a hard look, and led the little wizards behind him to the stage.

She took out a triangular stool and a familiar broken hat from another door on the side. After placing the hat on the triangular stool, she stepped aside.

Under the expectant and fearful eyes of the little wizards, the tattered hat that hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time cracked its mouth again and began to sing. For everyone who saw this scene for the first time, it was undoubtedly It's all astounding.

I saw the Sorting Hat put on a pumpkin expression, hummed an out-of-key prelude, and began to sing loudly:
……

I am a thinking magic hat!
boys,
I am totally worthy of your love and dependence,
I will follow your mind,
Decide where you will report!

Gryffindor,

The brave and fearless go there best,
Overcoming thorns and thorns, paving the way,
In the face of darkness, courage is the most important thing!
slytherin,

Noble and shrewd, you report quickly,

Keeping a low profile, dormant and forbearing,
The last laugh, victory is the best!
Ravenclaw,

The most intelligent people talk together,
After reading a lot of books, you can finally hear the truth,
Only with wisdom can we grasp the mystery!
Hufflepuff,

The sincere and hardworking man falls into her arms,
Treat people with kindness and kindness, teach without class,
Good character is the most worth relying on!

When the Big Four were leaving,
Trust me to take care of the castle,

But I'm just a magic hat,
I am not a solid armor,

Not even a padded jacket,
How can I be so important?

but i understand now
You, the students of the Big Four are the most important!
Inheriting magic, inheriting legacy,
The enemies of the Big Four are ready to move,

Protect yourself, defeat evil,
Make Hogwarts proud of you!

……

"Forced rhyming is the scariest," Nelson scratched his head. "Does it really know what it is talking about? No one can teach it. Is this something that a human can say? It sounds like a person who is preparing to archaeologically replace runes." The students only memorized two runes, and then they wrote over and over again on the paper."

"The sorting hat is not human..."

"Maybe that's how the Big Four designed it in the first place. When it's sorted, it has to rhyme. Maybe you can write a good song at first, but the inspiration will always dry up after hundreds of years," Tom said, "but it's been saying in the past two years I haven't seen any enemies of the Big Four until now. I feel that as a student who wants to blow up Hogwarts, Alphard is the biggest enemy of the Big Four.

"Nonsense, I never thought of blowing up Hogwarts... By the way, now that Nelson is back, we can play that again." Alphard said suddenly.

"That?" Tom thought for a while, and suddenly realized, "Oh~ I think it's okay, how about two dozen butter beers."

"Which? What are you talking about?"

"Prophet, let's guess, which academy will this kid who will be on stage be assigned to?"

"I really don't know." Nelson really didn't know where these freshmen whose names he didn't know would be assigned, and he waved his hands again and again. At this time, it was the first student named Allie Allen, and he said casually, " Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindor!"

Tom raised an eyebrow and rubbed his fingers at Alphard.

"Hakeem Olajuwon!" McGonagall shouted from the stage.

"Speak quickly!" Alphard urged.

"What?" Nelson was in a daze, and said casually, "Houston Rockets?"

"what??"

"I mean, Hufflepuff."

(End of this chapter)