All things are three at Hogwarts

A group of anxious little wizards followed Professor McGonagall's footsteps into the hall.

This is truly a magical, magnificent and magnificent place. Students from other grades in the college were sitting around four long tables. The candles floating in the air were neatly arranged above the tables and illuminated the dining room. Allen was always worried about whether he would be burned by dripping wax, so he raised his head slightly to pay attention to the movement above his head. But it was obvious that he was overthinking, and not a drop of wax fell out.

Students from other grades in the college were sitting around four ridiculously long wooden tables, with gleaming gold plates and goblets on them. There was another long table at the top of the restaurant, where the teachers seats.

The most surprising and magical thing was the roof. The velvet-black ceiling was dotted with stars twinkling, which looked exactly like the quiet night sky. Ghosts were also mixed in with the students, shimmering with hazy silvery lights. Harry heard The little girl with furry hair and big front teeth not far away said to the female companion beside her somewhat domineeringly: "A spell has been cast here, and it looks like the sky outside. I am in "Hogwarts: A History of the School" "Read it in "."

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a pointed wizard's hat on the stool. The hat was patched, worn, and dirty.

Suddenly Hat began to sing a song, and all the freshmen were stunned.

After the hat finished singing, the audience burst into applause, and the hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

Then, Professor McGonagall took a roll of parchment and clicked on a name, and the corresponding child sat on the four-corner stool. The hat shouted out the college they were assigned to quickly or slowly, and the long table in the auditorium kept coming from time to time. Applause breaks out, and the original uniforms and robes of the little wizard who has been successfully sorted will instantly show some of the colors and decorations of the college to which he belongs. (Author's note: The setting of the official mobile game "Hogwarts Mystery" is used to change the color of the clothes. I personally think it is more magical.)

Alan deliberately distracted himself before the sorting began, avoiding hearing the name of the rosy-faced girl with two blond braids who was first in line during the sorting and was sorted into Hufflepuff.

Flegg Brown was also assigned to Gryffindor, which did not surprise Allen. Flegg might not be smart enough, but he never lacked courage and justice.

"Alan Harris." Not long after Hermione Granger was sorted into Gryffindor, Alan walked towards the corner stool calmly, hoping that he could deceive this self-proclaimed thoughtful hat.

When the dirty hat was placed on Allen's soft light blond hair, Allen held the hat slightly uncomfortably, trying to keep the dirty hat from touching the skin of his face.

"Well, you are very talented. I feel the magic power gushing out. This is very rare for a young wizard of your age. You are very calm and not impetuous. You are not anxious to know the college you are about to be assigned to, nor are you anxious to know the college you will be assigned to." Eager to express your opinion, which college should I assign you to? Wait! You learned the brain before entering school... Hey, that's not right! You are keen on the accumulation of knowledge, the pursuit of wisdom, and the desire to explore the unknown The world, wandering in the ocean of knowledge. Then you should be assigned-"

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There was some polite applause in the auditorium, but the senior students in Ravenclaw applauded very sincerely. At least they had a handsome boy in their prosperous college.

Allen, who barely managed to let the Sorting Hat see what he wanted to reveal, looked a little pale and weak. When he walked towards the long table belonging to his own college, he was relieved. He had successfully deceived the Sorting Hat and did not let the Sorting Hat detect him. The secret of rebirth, but he was worried that the Sorting Hat's suspicion of his Occlumency would draw Dumbledore's attention to him. Although this old bee had good intentions, he would take advantage of others regardless of their feelings.

Until--Harry Potter's name rang in the auditorium!

There were whispers and crowds everywhere, all wanting to see the legendary Boy-Who-Lived who defeated the mysterious man.

Harry looked extremely nervous at this time. He sat on the stool with his eyes closed, his hands clasped tightly on the edge of the stool, and kept mumbling. He stayed on the stool for a long time before Hat shouted something ——Gryffindor.

"We got Potter! We got Potter!"

Cheers from the Gryffindor table filled the entire Great Hall, and they all rushed to shake Harry's hand and were proud of it.

When Ron was also sorted into Gryffindor when he became second to last, his brothers applauded wildly with special joy, softening his livid face.

Allen looked at the long table next door. Harry and Flagg were looking at him with regretful expressions. Allen thought this was fine. Although he followed his father's wishes and contacted Harry in advance, as long as it was not too much in school. If the contact with him is just a normal communication, as long as Dumbledore doesn't feel that he will have too much influence on the prophecy, the greatest white wizard in the world will not interfere too much or secretly with his future. Just make your own choices.

After all, after arriving at Hogwarts and the magical world, Allen plans to live his own life instead of being influenced by the so-called protagonist. He has no intention of hiding his clumsiness in class. Only by performing well can he gain more advantages than others. , teachers always like to give the green light to top students, don’t they?

"Do you know Harry Potter over there?" A lazy voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Yes." Allen didn't explain too much. He retracted his gaze from Harry and the others and turned to look over.

The owner of the voice was a boy with brown hair, fair skin, and a few naughty freckles on both sides of his cheeks. There were thick dark circles under his eyes.

"Did you sleep well last night?" It was indeed strange for such thick dark circles to appear on an energetic young man. Allen asked unconsciously.

"Yes, I never get enough sleep." The boy's brown eyes were full of exhaustion, but also full of sincerity.

"My name is Alan Harris, nice to meet you." Alan stretched out his hand.

"My name is Edward, Edward Fox." Edward looked like he was in desperate need of a bed, and his voice was erratic.

At this time, Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than to see the students gathered together. "Welcome!" he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Crying nose! Residue! Screw! Thank you everyone!" He Sit down again. Everyone applauded and cheered. Different from the whispers in other houses, a Ravenclaw student who probably knew a little Latin was explaining the meaning to others: "May Merlin bless you."

But the prefect Penelo Crevat obviously disagreed: "Idiot: We Ravenclaw witches and wizards are usually the smartest. As Rowena's students, we think that students who have not entered Ravenclaw They are all idiots; Cry-noses: The word Cry-noses is also usually used to refer to "fat". Unfriendly children use this word to insult and look down on their fatter and less physically fit peers. Most of those Gryffindor students They consider themselves brave and think that students from other houses are not as brave as them to rush forward; Scrap: This term also refers to the scraps of cloth, which are small and can no longer be used to make useful items. Slytherin students are supporters of pure blood Those who value completeness and unity. In the eyes of Slytherins, students from other houses are not pure wizards, they are all useless scraps. Wrong: Hufflepuff students have nothing to do with the first three, no There are a lot of little half-Muggle-born wizards who are smart or not brave, but they can always screw everyone together."

After hearing Penello's explanation, Allen couldn't help but look at this pretty senior sister a few more times, and thought based on her analysis: "Dumbledore's intention is to remind students from different houses to avoid stereotypes and unite. …But Old Bee himself didn’t do this. Fortunately, I wasn’t sorted into Slytherin.”

At this time, Allen noticed that Edward's eyes suddenly widened. It turned out that the long table in front of them was filled with delicious food. Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire puddings, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce, and for some weird reason, Mint hard candy.

A large number of delicacies immediately enlivened the atmosphere, and everyone was enjoying themselves. Perhaps relaxation after stress will increase appetite. The students' appetite seemed to be good, but Allen lamented in his heart: "It seems that even German food is not easy to eat now."

Finally, when the pudding for dessert had disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The restaurant also returned to silence. "Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to..."

"Attention first-year students, students are prohibited from entering the woods on campus. Some of our classmates from the old class should also remember this." Dumbledore glanced at the Weasley twins with his shining eyes.

"Besides, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to use magic in the hallway between classes."

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this term. Anyone who is interested in participating in the house team should contact Mrs. Hooch.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the third floor."

Laughter came from the silent hall, including Harry's laughter - these young wizards thought their principal was joking with them, but then they realized that most of the people around them were not laughing...

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore said loudly, and the expressions of all the teachers and most of the old students seemed to become stiffer.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of text like a snake above the high dining table.

"Each one chooses his own tune," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"

……

Finally, after the twins, who had been watched by Dumbledore just now, successfully brought the already chaotic tune to a higher level with the tune of a funeral march, everyone finally finished singing the school song and lined up to leave the auditorium one by one.

He hoped that Ravenclaw's dormitory would be very comfortable. Allen, who was a little dissatisfied with the food and the school song, pinned his hopes on the accommodation conditions.