A Hogwarts Wizard Supreme

Due to Ron's cold treatment, everyone no longer paid much attention to him. Instead, they continued to discuss the "Guide" in their hands in twos and threes.

"It is said that the best school in Britain is Hogwarts, but then there is no magic school better than Hogwarts in the world?"

Questions were raised.

Hermione wanted to recite a few "ivies", but thinking that this was the world of wizards after all, they probably wouldn't understand if she told them, so she shut up completely.

Some people say it is the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France. That school has the strongest alchemy course in the world.

Someone immediately refuted that Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, is still the strongest white wizard in the world, and Beauxbatons is nothing.

Someone else said non-no, I don’t know if it’s a piece of shit, but the French girl’s appearance is still very good.

Yes, even if you look at the British gentlemen wearing top hats, holding civilized sticks and carrying umbrellas, in fact most of them are "sultry". The group of French girls who pay attention to taking the initiative and are passionate can impress the British the most. That sullen heart.

So some people refute that, how can the great justice of the country be corrupted by the feelings between men and women?I am willing to bear all this corruption. If you want to test it, just test me alone.

Everyone sneered, and several people later proposed several magic schools, but everyone advocated that Hogwarts was the best. The magic schools in the UK were the best, and there was no room for other schools to be even slightly better than Hogwarts. As if saying otherwise is unpatriotic and "politically incorrect."

"Qi, a bunch of ignorant guys, let me ask you, have you ever heard of Durmstrang?" Draco Malfoy smoothed his smooth blond hair and exuded his aristocratic temperament. Incisively and vividly.

Everyone was speechless, but it was a pity that Li Fei was not here, otherwise he would have replied to Malfoy: "I have never heard of Durmstrang, but boy, do you know Armstrong?

If Malfoy pretends to know, then Li Fei must ask him to tell everyone what "Armstrong, cyclotron jet, and Armstrong cannon" are called. "

Only those who have watched "Gintama" will know that this thing has a unique shape and is very charming.

It's a pity that Li Fei is not here, so Malfoy instantly became the absolute C position in this small hall.

"Durmstrang is a magic school in northern Europe, where black magic and dueling are deliberately taught."

Black magic... Many students from wizarding families shuddered.

Malfoy's proud voice continued: "Do you know, although my father is one of the school directors of Hogwarts, he really considered sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. tz.

After all, he knew the principal of that school.

Hey, you want to know what the school governors think of Dumbledore?

They all think that Dumbledore really likes Mudbloods too much, and look at Durmstrang, they don't allow those scoundrels to enroll at all. This is much better than Hogwarts. .

But my mother didn't want me to go to school so far away, so I had no choice but to come to Hogwarts for a while.

My father said that Durmstrang's attitude towards the dark arts is much more reasonable than Hogwarts. Durmstrang's students are really learning the dark arts, unlike us who are learning some shabby Defense Against the Dark Arts. . "

We have already mentioned the terrifying aspects of black magic before. Although magic itself is neither right nor wrong, black magic will gradually erode and change the user's heart during the process of use, making his soul become more and more Twisted, similarly, the power of black magic will become more terrifying in the hands of those people.

The sea is originally calm, but people's desires can make waves.

Black magic has the ability to expand this "desire" infinitely.

Suddenly, everyone discovered that the "Hogwarts Admission Guide" in their hands began to get hot, and then the roll of parchment in each person's hand began to dissipate, turning into countless tiny golden particles and dispersing in the air.

How is this fat four?

Could it be that what this "Guidebook" talks about are all secrets that "burn after reading" and are ulterior secrets?

Just when everyone was thinking wildly, the door to the small hall was pushed open, and Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and walked in with a serious look.

"Next, we will have a sorting ceremony, with everyone lining up."

"Sorting is a very important ceremony. In Hogwarts, the house is like your home..."

Balabala, I said a lot, but the lines were generally consistent with what Li Fei experienced last year. In short, the sorting ceremony began.

Li Fei and other old students were already sitting at the long tables in their respective colleges, looking expectantly at the new students who were coming in from the small door one after another.

Time flies, life flies, and in a blink of an eye, Li Fei is also a second-year "senior".

Everyone is looking forward to it, because they already know that the great "Savior" Harry Potter, the "Boy Who Lived" who defeated the mysterious man, is among the team at this time, and will decide today. Harry's true House affiliation.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and quietly glanced at Harry's messy hair.

Principal Dumbledore is as steady as an old dog, as if he has done a good job of operating behind the scenes.

[Old rules, start first and change later, finish before 12:30. 】

Harry felt as if his legs were filled with lead, but strangely, he still stood in the queue, behind a boy with light brown hair, and behind him was Ron.He walked out of the room, walked through the foyer, and entered the luxurious dining room through a double door at the back.

Harry had never imagined that such a magical, wonderful and magnificent place could exist.Students from other classes in the college were seated around four long tables, above which thousands of candles were floating in the air, lighting up the dining room.Four tables were set with gleaming gold plates and goblets.There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is where the teachers sit.Professor McGonagall took the first years there and asked them to line up in a row facing the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them.The candlelight flickered, and the hundreds of faces watching them looked like pale lanterns.Ghosts also shone dimly among the students.Harry looked up to avoid their gazes and saw stars twinkling on the velvety black ceiling.He heard Hermione whisper: "There has been a spell cast here to make it look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

It's hard to believe there's a ceiling over there, and it's hard to believe that the restaurant roof isn't open air.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and Harry quickly looked away.Professor McGonagall placed another pointed wizard hat on the stool.The hat was patched, worn, and dirty.Aunt Petunia would never let such a thing into the house.