I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 859

When Ludwig saw that there was one less person in his team, he had a calm look on his face, something he had long been used to.

"Go back, Gresham said, there is a strange wizard causing trouble there, and he has a strange wand in his hand."

…

On the coast, on the horizon, the sun rises little by little.

The golden color scattered on the sea broke through the dawn and fell in the eyes.

Heinrich stood there and muttered to himself: "It's so beautiful."

Jin came closer, the sun shining on his golden hair.

"Where shall we go next?"

I don’t know, but it’s okay.

Isn’t that what travel is all about?

Just be with the person you want to be with.

…

"Extra story, this time two stars appear together.

Dark vampires are cursed by the sun, and the light will burn their bodies and destroy their souls.

But the sun wanted to hug him and let him understand that the sun was also warm.

Kim Ledisley, The Sun of Ilvermorny.

Heinrich Edgar, The Darkness of Durmstrang.

From the moment they met, it was like a collision of two colors.

Dark Edgar has a pair of beautiful golden eyes.

The sun-like Ledisray also hated the light in the dark night.

A fire took away everything about Jin.

Once he had it again, he was unwilling to let go.

Edgar follows that light, then let Ledisley follow Edgar.

They are indispensable to each other.

Just as light cannot lose darkness, night cannot abandon day.

Special stars, intertwined destinies.

I am an unruly white horse, willing to give you the reins.

Kim Ledisray could not extinguish the flame named Heinrich Edgar.

Then embrace it. .

They are the stars, both light and dark.

They are Ledisley and Edgar, the Fire Curse and the Fire Spell.

It's Dark Arts and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

They are also two wishful followers. "

Chapter 864 Professor Longbottom of Hogwarts

The school is an ivory tower, and the beauty in the ivory tower is something that people will remember for a lifetime.

The curiosity and longing of newly admitted students as they board the Hogwarts Express.

When crossing the Black Lake in a small boat, the big guy hiding under the Black Lake shook the boat and made people exclaim.

When they arrived at the oak gates of Hogwarts, they met the professor who would accompany them for the next seven years.

"Professor Longbottom."

Hagrid smiled innocently and greeted the man in the white wizard robe.

The man slowly turned around, his round face slimming down, making him less immature and more mature.

The wide sleeves covered his well-developed muscles.

Neville, who is already the head of Gryffindor, is in charge of the freshman sorting ceremony.

Neville, who once walked through this door, has now become a guide.

"Professor Hagrid."

The tall Neville looked much thinner standing in front of the taller Hagrid.

Hagrid wiped his tears emotionally, "In the blink of an eye, you have become a qualified dean."

In this school, Hagrid is undoubtedly very affectionate.

Years ago, as now, he came here with young Neville.

Today's Neville has long lost his immaturity.

His many years of teaching career have given him an erudite temperament.

This was Neville's first time presiding over Sorting House.

Hagrid would inevitably be moved to tears.

He pulled out the bandana and blew his nose with a squeaking sound.

Neville coughed twice and said, "Professor Hagrid, it's time for you to go in."

"Oh, you should listen carefully to Professor Longbottom." Hagrid then realized that as a Hogwarts professor, he also needed to attend.

Before he turned around and entered the auditorium, he rambled worriedly to the students.

Finally he entered, and Neville sighed, "Well, you have also seen Professor Hagrid's extra enthusiasm."

Some of the students were holding back their laughter. They were too fond of the emotional Professor Hagrid.

"keep the order."

Neville led the team inside.

In the auditorium, candles were floating in the sky.

Candles were brightly lit, and on four rows of long tables, students from the four colleges were eagerly anticipating this year's new students.

Minerva McGonagall sat in the middle of the staff table. Next to her was Professor Severus Snape, who had not become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

Hagrid sat on the edge, in stark contrast to the diminutive Ravenclaw Headmaster Flitwick.

The little Gryffindor lions were discussing that Professor Hagrid could eat Professor Flitwick with just one forkful.

Professor Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff who had taken a back seat, was all smiles. She clapped her hands to welcome the new students.

A stool is placed on the middle platform between the staff table and the student table.

After bringing the new students in, Neville stood next to the stool and dug out the student list in his pocket.

He was careless, like how he sometimes forgot to remind his students to wear earmuffs when pulling out mandrakes.

The principal, Professor McGonagall, couldn't see through it and whispered, "Professor Longbottom."

Neville looked at him in confusion, and Professor McGonagall pointed anxiously at the wizard hat on her head, "Hat."

"Oops, I forgot!"

Neville was reminded and hurried out.

When he entered the auditorium again, he had an extra hat in his hand.

There is a thin layer of dust on the hat, and the wrinkles on it resemble the mouth and eyes.

He was still mumbling, "You careless guy, please use less strength and don't lose my cum."

The hat, which had been muttering all the way, was placed on the stool.

"Oh, yes, it's time for me to sing."

The Sorting Hat appeared, and when it saw those little wizards with immature faces, it remembered its serious work.

The sound came from the hat.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome everyone."

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin."

"I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat."

"It's time to play my part."

"You could call me shabby."

"If this is the superficial appearance you see."

"But please listen to me and I will announce to which house you will be sorted."

"The brave Godric Gryffindor loves the strong, and his students are full of courage and justice."

"Rowenna Ravenclaw would teach only the brightest students."

"Good Helga Hufflepuff accepts anyone."

"Salazar Slytherin's students should be rational and ambitious about magic."

"..."

Listening to the Sorting Hat's broken gong voice singing, one feels as if one has mistakenly entered an opera house.

Among the new students, a red-haired child asked doubtfully: "My uncle said that Slytherin is obsessed with blood. When he was in school, Slytherin snakes were released in the school to bite all non-pure-blooded people. "

Apparently the Sorting Hat's song didn't match the version he heard from his uncle.

The girl with platinum blond hair in braids said, "That's your uncle talking nonsense!"

The strong girl made the red-haired boy blush. He felt that his uncle would not deceive him, but the girl's beautiful face made him dare not look into those beautiful eyes.

"Humph!" The girl who grew up surrounded by honey snorted.

She looked at the boy's ashamed look, but couldn't bear it, and said awkwardly: "If you admit your mistake, I will forgive you."

The boy pursed his lips and whispered, "Okay, I was wrong."

The girl nodded with satisfaction, stretched out her hand and said generously: "You will know that Slytherin is the best. My name is Alice, what is your name?"

"Me?" The boy blinked and was about to speak when he heard the sound of the Sorting Hat stop.

Neville began to pronounce names one by one.

He shut his mouth, making Alice stomp her feet in anger.

"Stella Weasley."

When I read this name, whispers started to sound around me.

"Weasley?"

"The second ancient clan."

"It seems that the head of the Magic Headquarters also has the same surname."

These sounds made the usually shy boy very embarrassed.

He stepped forward.

"Another Weasley."

The moment the hat was put on, the Sorting Hat became accustomed to this iron Gryffindor.