Hogwarts Collector, I cast a spell with the Eye of God

Seeing Hermione frightened the little girl to tears, Ye Ting almost laughed out loud. He said to Neville,”Look, Miss Granger is not only being silly herself, but she’s also trying to drag others along with her.””

“Uh… yeah.” Neville agreed awkwardly, and silently stuffed the textbook he had just taken out back into his schoolbag.

He believed Hermione’s words and wanted to memorize a spell or something at the last minute.

Ye Ting miscalculated, he underestimated Hermione’s hearing.

As soon as the word”silly” came out, Hermione looked at Ye Ting reflexively.

She put down the book in her hand, folded her arms across her chest, and walked towards Ye Ting:”You are gossiping about me behind my back again, right?”

“No way, Neville and I were just discussing whether your spell would work on ghosts.”Seeing that he was discovered, Ye Ting made up a lie,”I heard that the Sorting Ceremony is to deal with ghosts.”

Hearing this, Hermione immediately remembered her experience just getting off the train.

She made a face at Ye Ting:”I’d be a fool if I believed you again!”

Seeing this, Ye Ting used the same trick again, suddenly showing a look of horror, staring straight at the back of Hermione, as if he had seen something terrible.

But this time Hermione learned her lesson and was completely unmoved:

“You’re doing this again, do you think I’ll be fooled by you? Ye Ting, you’re the real fool!”

After saying that, she laughed triumphantly.

However, no one laughed with her.

Ye Ting didn’t feel the slightest bit of embarrassment at being exposed, he just looked at her with a weird look.

The girl with glasses, with tears in her eyes, resisted the urge to run away, tugged at Hermione’s clothes, trying to pull her away.

At this moment, a sinister voice suddenly sounded:

“”Classmate, can you please make way? You’re blocking my way.”

Hermione turned her head and saw a pearly white, translucent ghost floating behind her.

The ghost’s head was shaking, as if it would slip off its neck and rest on its shoulders at any time, giving people the illusion that the head was connected by hinges. What frightened Hermione even more was that there were more than 20 equally terrifying ghosts floating not far away, with hideous faces. The whole scene was like a nightmare.

“”Ah! There’s a ghost!”

Hermione screamed in fear and fell into Ye Ting’s arms again.

Hermione’s scream triggered a chain reaction. Other little wizards also looked over, and then screams became one after another.

Professor McGonagall hurried back just five minutes after leaving the small dark room.

When she was upstairs to get the Sorting Hat, she heard a noise coming from the small dark room. The noise was so loud that she thought the room was not filled with freshmen, but ten times the number of Cornish elves!

Professor McGonagall frowned and walked into the room, shouting:

“I can hear your noise from my office. Do you want to tear down the whole castle? If I don’t come again, will you tear down the house again?”

Her appearance seemed to have a [Silencing Spell], and the noisy little wizards became well-behaved one by one, not daring to breathe.

Professor McGonagall sternly glanced at everyone present. In her long teaching career, this was the first time she had encountered such noisy freshmen.

This class of freshmen was the worst she had ever taught.

“”Who can tell me what’s going on?”

Professor McGonagall asked unhappily.

“Professor, there are ghosts in Hogwarts.”A little wizard told her with tears in his eyes.

His trembling finger pointed to the corner of the room, where a row of ghosts were looking at her awkwardly.

“I wanted to show you how to be Louis XVI.” Nick, who was almost headless, smiled bitterly and straightened his half head.”Who knew I would scare this little girl?””

“”Okay, okay, don’t panic.” Professor McGonagall comforted everyone,”These ghosts are part of our college, they won’t hurt you, don’t worry.”

She turned to Hermione and asked with concern:”Miss Granger, are you okay? Do you want to go to the school hospital?”

“I’m fine, Professor.” Hermione shook her head, still a little frightened.

“I gave her some sweets, Professor.”Ye Ting interrupted

“Oh? Really?” Professor McGonagall looked at Ye Ting with appreciation,”Mr. Ye, if the house division has not been completed yet, I will definitely give you extra points!”

Then, she turned around and directed everyone:”Okay, everyone line up and follow me into the auditorium!”

While Professor McGonagall wasn’t looking over, Hermione elbowed Ye Ting twice.

I told you to scare me!

Ye Ting cooperated by covering his waist. He didn’t fight back because he was in the wrong.

After the team was in order, the little wizards followed Professor McGonagall through the foyer and entered a luxurious auditorium through the double doors.

If the hall is characterized by simplicity, elegance, and grandeur, fully demonstrating the historical heritage of Hogwarts, then the auditorium is undoubtedly synonymous with luxury.

The entire auditorium has a rectangular outline, and green granite pillars with exquisite patterns carved on them support the dome that is hundreds of feet high.

Looking up, the ceiling above the dome seems to be a real starry sky, with twinkling stars, rolling clouds, and occasionally a comet streaking across the sky, leaving a brilliant rainbow light, which is beautiful. Thousands of candles were floating in the air. Under the reflection of the candlelight, every corner of the auditorium was shining, as if it was coated with a layer of golden halo. In the center of the auditorium, four yellow rosewood chairs were placed on the top of the hall.

Long tables were lined up, with glittering golden plates and silver wine glasses shining on them, and students sat on both sides.

In front of the hall, there was another special long table, which was the seat for teachers.

The students were attracted by this luxurious scene and stared at everything around them. The little emotions they had when they got off the bus had long disappeared.

Especially the little wizards who were born in Muggles, after seeing Hogwarts, would not change it even if they were given Eton College.

Professor McGonagall walked to the long table and put down a four-legged stool. Then, she put a wizard hat on the stool.

The hat looked quite old, covered with patches and thick dust, as if it had not been cleaned for hundreds of years.

Suddenly, the hat began to twist, as if it was dancing – but the irregular movements were more like twitching.

Feeling that dancing was not enough, the brim of the hat actually cracked a gap, and like a mouth, it began to hum a self-composed ballad:

“You may not think I’m pretty, but don’t judge a person by appearance.

If you can find a prettier hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

……(Ten thousand words omitted here)

Come and put me on!

Don’t be afraid!

Don’t panic!

In my hands (even though I don’t even have one hand) you are absolutely safe, because I am a magic hat that can think!”

At the end of the song, the applause from the audience surged like a tide, as if this was not a sorting ceremony, but a concert of the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat bowed gracefully to the four tables, then playfully pouted at Professor McGonagall and whispered:

“Professor McGonagall, is the song I wrote this year okay?

Professor McGonagall actually wanted to say that this song was not as artistic as the ghosts’ suicide performance.

But considering that the Sorting Hat was only a thousand-year-old child, it might not be able to bear direct criticism, so she said tactfully:

“Well, it doesn’t seem as good as before, but it’s still an intoxicating song”

“I think so too,” the Sorting Hat said with some self-blame,”It seems that I need to get in touch with more modern music. When I finish writing a new song, I will let you taste it.”

After hearing this, Professor McGonagall sighed deeply in her heart.

Over the past few decades, her ears have been worn out by the unique duck voice of the Sorting Hat.

She secretly vowed that if she became the headmaster one day, she must cancel the singing of the Sorting Hat!

Professor McGonagall quickly calmed down, pulled out a roll of parchment from her sleeve, and announced loudly:

“Attention, freshmen who are being sorted. Freshmen whose names are called, you walk to the platform, sit in the middle, put on the hat and start sorting. Do you understand?”

After getting the confirmation from the little wizards, Professor McGonagall picked up the list and began to read out the first name.

“Hannah Abbott!”