All things are three at Hogwarts

The fields passing by outside the car window looked even more desolate, and a neat farmland had disappeared. What follows is a forest, a meandering river and dark green hills.

It wasn't until the sky completely dimmed that Ron and Flagg stopped talking about who was better and who was worse, Quidditch or football. When both sides lacked understanding of the other sport, the discussion was so tense. Quite a bit like a chicken talking to a duck.

In this regard, Harry is definitely a good listener, as long as you ignore his hand that keeps fiddling with the Chocolate Frog cards - he has already drawn a few Dumbledores due to bad or good luck.

"Hurry up and put on your robe. I asked the experienced seniors and we'll be there soon." Allen pushed open the carriage door and urged the few people who had become old friends at first sight.

Just now he just couldn't stand the power of the two chatty chatters together, and because he was curious about the train, Allen went out for a walk.

During this period, he met Hermione who was helping Neville find toads. This little girl with a furry head had a low self-esteem because she had just entered the magical world and did not know the strength of other people. She protected her with an unpleasant arrogance. Own.

Allen used the flying spell to find Neville's toad. At least in the first grade, he didn't have any ideas about the future Miss Know-It-All and had no desire to socialize. Everyone is still too young now. In my previous life, let alone putting it into action, even if I wrote some ambiguous scenes on the website, the chapter might be blocked. Anyway, even if everyone is older in the future, if I have the idea, I can take action when the opponent is most vulnerable in the third grade. Well.

"Alan, you're back! It's a pity that you were not here just now, we had a fight with Malfoy. If you were here, we would definitely beat them to pieces." Ron complained.

Knowing that Alan's physique was obviously beyond that of his peers, Harry and Flagg deeply agreed.

Allen was noncommittal about this. If Malfoy really offended him, he wouldn't mind teaching an ignorant boy a lesson. For first-year students who didn't know how to use spells, even if he didn't use spells, he would just use them directly. Fists are enough.

Several people quickly took off their coats and put on black robes.

Ron's old robe was a bit shorter, and his leather shoes were exposed underneath - it seemed that none of Ron's brothers was as tall as Ron when he was in first grade.

Although Ron himself looked very embarrassed, Alan felt that such a robe was quite good. At least it was convenient for movement. When he opened his legs, he didn't have to worry about stepping on the corners of the robe and falling...

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train and we will take you to school." The announcer's voice echoed on the train.

"We're about to arrive at the Wizarding World, and I--I'm a little nervous." Flegg said dryly, completely losing the excitement and excitement he had when discussing food.

He was not the only one who was nervous. Harry clutched his stomach and looked very uncomfortable. Even pure-blood Ron's face turned pale under his freckles - he thought of what his twin brother had given him. Horrifying information describing how to sort.

Alan stuffed the remaining candies into Harry's pocket, stuffed the clothes he took off haphazardly into the suitcase, put it aside, and followed the flow of people in the aisle.

The train slowed down and finally stopped.

Passengers pushed and shoved, rushing towards the door and down to a small, dark platform.

The chill of the night made Harry shiver, who was next to Alan.

Then a light swung above the students' heads, and Allen heard a rough voice shouting: "First years! First years come over here! Harry, come over here, how do you do?"

In the sea of ​​thousands of people, Hagrid's bearded face was smiling, and he looked dull. However, it was obvious that some young wizards who were not familiar with him didn't think so, and they were afraid of him. That's an unusually large figure.

"Come on, follow me, are there any first years? Keykeeper of Hogwarts, hunting ground watcher... Hey, kid! Watch where you step! Okay, first years, follow me!"

The freshmen followed Hagrid, slipping and stumbling, seemingly going downhill along a steep and narrow path.

Allen adapted well and still had the energy to help those around him.

"At this time, Ron's shorter robe obviously has an advantage. It seems that he walks much faster and more easily than the others." Allen thought wildly.

It was dark on both sides of the path and everyone was silent, giving it the atmosphere of a horror movie.

"Turning this corner, you will soon see Hogwarts for the first time." Hagrid called back.

Then there was a loud "Oh--!", and a black lake suddenly opened at the end of the narrow path.

On the high hillside on the other side of the lake stands a majestic castle with spiers and windows shining under the starry sky.

"Each boat cannot exceed four people!" Hagrid pointed at a group of small boats moored on the shore and said loudly - Alan happened to know the significance of such a number of people, which just allowed the little wizards to experience Hogwarts. How the four founders felt when it was founded.

But because of his speed, Ron, who had arrived early, had already been taken aboard by others, while Alan quickly occupied the other one. Harry and Flagg helped each other and climbed onto the boat. Neville looked at just now Allen, who had helped him, breathed a sigh of relief and climbed up.

"Everyone aboard?" shouted Hagrid, who had to take a boat each to fit himself in.

"Okay, let's move forward!" A group of small boats immediately sailed forward across the mirror-flat lake.

Everyone was silent, staring at the huge castle soaring into the sky.

As they approached the cliff on which the castle stood, it seemed to tower above them.

"Heads down!" Hagrid yelled as the first boats approached the cliff.

Everyone lowered their heads, and the boat carried them through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff to the secret open entrance. The little wizards discovered that the only one who really needed to lower their heads was Hagrid himself.

They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to lead beneath the castle, and finally arrived at a place that resembled an underground dock, and then climbed up onto a ground of gravel and pebbles.

Next, Hagrid knocked on the castle door with his huge fist. A tall black-haired witch wearing an emerald green robe stood in front of the door. Professor McGonagall, who looked dignified and serious, led the freshmen to the other end of the castle hall. In a very small room.

Professor McGonagall introduced the four houses of Hogwarts and informed that the sorting ceremony would be held shortly. Harry judged from her appearance requirements for the young wizards when they met, that she must be difficult to deal with.

It can be seen that the young wizards are extremely nervous: the young wizards from the Muggle world are confused and don’t know what challenges they will face; the new students from wizarding families do not seem to have received real information from their relatives at home. Rumors spread.

The adults don't seem to want to destroy this mental journey, which is also a rare growth experience.

"How could they put us into exactly which house?" Harry asked.

Flagg also wanted to know the answer, and turned to look at Allen instead of Ron, who was said to come from a pure-blood wizard family but was not very reliable.

"Don't worry, we won't be kicked out of school." Allen comforted him with some empty words. He didn't intend to destroy this tradition - only he knew that it was actually quite fun to watch others be so nervous. …

"Probably through a test, Fred said it would hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking." Ron looked horrified.

Allen didn't explain too much next. He thought that they would know it in a while, and it would not be difficult for them. What he thought was difficult was to face the hat that could see through people's thinking and potential. , I wonder if it will see through its own secrets.

For this reason, he has been focusing on practicing Occlumency for the past two years. Even if he can learn this skill in the first grade, it will attract Dumbledore's attention from another angle. It is better than him knowing about time travel and the system. After all, the magic world is not He lacks genius, and he doesn't like Gryffindor anyway. When the time comes, he can just make a judgment based on the specific situation and see if there is any need to deliberately stay away from Harry and his group.

A master of Occlumency can make people see only the parts he wants people to see. In this regard, Allen also needs to consider what can be seen by the Academy Hat. To achieve this level, it is still difficult for him. A little reluctantly.

Just as Alan was immersed in his own thoughts, Harry next to him suddenly jumped up, and several people screamed loudly from behind. It turned out that the ghosts in the school came out to scare the new students - from About twenty ghosts suddenly appeared from the wall behind them. These pearly-white, translucent ghosts glided across the room, whispering to each other and pretending to pay little attention to the first-year students.

As the students screamed, the ghosts introduced themselves or simply showed their faces before drifting through the walls.

As if deliberately waiting for the ghosts to complete their mission, Professor McGonagall came back just after they left. She first calmed the frightened students. "Now, stand in single file," Professor McGonagall said to the first years, "and follow me."

The sorting ceremony is about to begin.