Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

"First years, first years come over here, Harry, come over here, are you okay?"

A rough voice sounded among the students who got off the bus. The keykeeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts was holding a lantern to greet this year's new students.

The eleven-foot Hagrid undoubtedly made the little wizards who saw him for the first time open their mouths and stare blankly at the giant. Even Andre was amazed by the height that impacted his vision.

"Come on, come with me. Are there any freshmen? Watch your step, okay! Freshmen, come with me!"

The bearded Hagrid obviously loves children. He showed no dissatisfaction and was smiling all over his face.

All the first years followed Hagrid obediently, walking along a steep and narrow path, surrounded by dark woods on both sides. Even the lantern in Hagrid's hand could not penetrate the thick night.

The slippery road conditions made the group of little wizards stumble a bit, but at least none of them fell down.

"Cut this corner and you're about to see Hogwarts for the first time," Hagrid called back.

A huge lake appeared in front of everyone. The starry night was shining brightly on the lake. Along with the sudden waves, it was constantly broken and reunited.

On the opposite side of the lake is a majestic and towering castle. The heavy and solemn historical atmosphere seems to be rushing towards you. The towering spiers look like giant guards guarding the castle in the dark night.

Under Hagrid's arrangement, all the little wizards got on the boat on the lake.

Andre boarded the same boat as Hermione and Neville. Perhaps out of nervousness about the upcoming sorting ceremony, Hermione did not chat with Andre along the way. She kept muttering about various things in a low voice. kind of spell.

Neville, on the other hand, kept talking dejectedly about the lost toad.

Maybe one day you will receive postcards from all over the world, Andre thought boredly.

The windless automatic boats, each carrying three or four students, sailed quietly on the vast black lake. They passed through the ivy curtain under the cliff and entered a dark tunnel.

This seemed to be a naturally formed cave channel under the castle cliff. Andre glanced around and speculated secretly.

At the end of the tunnel is a place similar to an underground dock. The shoal paved with gravel and small pebbles is suitable for these small boats to dock.

The little wizards got off the boat one by one, and Hagrid held up a lantern to inspect the empty boat, "Is this your toad?"

Neville Yuanyuan's face came forward. He took a toad from Hagrid's hand and thanked God happily.

Andre glanced at the toad in Neville's hand. It was hard to imagine that this was once a popular pet in the wizarding world.

"Okay, everyone, follow me." Hagrid led more than 100 little wizards towards the rocks. A dark tunnel was waiting for them to climb in front.

After passing through this tunnel, they finally reached a dark and damp grassland outside the castle gate.

Hagrid reconfirmed the number of people, turned around, and knocked on the door three times with his huge fist.

The harsh "squeak" sound of the door opened followed, and an older witch in green robes appeared in front of the young wizards with a serious face.

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me to pick you up when you get here."

Professor McGonagall opened the door wider, and the blazing torches on both sides of the aisle inside the door made the faces of the little wizards turn red.

Andre's height, which was not in line with his age, made him stand out a bit. Professor McGonagall looked at him several times, as if he was not sure whether he was a real first-year freshman.

Fortunately, she didn't say much and led everyone into an empty room on one side of the hall.Compared to the number of little wizards, the space in this room is obviously a bit small.

Hermione had to put most of her body weight on Andre, which made her little face extra red.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the restaurant to sit down, you must first confirm which house you will enter. Sorting is a A very important ceremony, because while you are at school, the Academy is like your home at Hogwarts..."

"When it's ready over there, I'll come to pick you up. Please keep quiet while waiting."

The scripted lecture ended quickly, and when Professor McGonagall left the room, it was obvious that the little wizards had quickly forgotten her warning.

Hermione whispered: "Andre, do you know how the sorting will be done later? To be honest, I'm a little nervous. I looked through all the textbooks and some extracurricular books, such as "Hogwarts, a School History" , but no record of the sorting ceremony was found.”

The little witch looked a little uneasy and frustrated. Andre comforted her: "Don't worry, this won't be too difficult. I think most freshmen don't have the ability to cast spells. The professors will definitely take this into consideration."

In fact, Andre naturally knew about the existence of the Sorting Hat.

"Of course, that's the case."

Although she said this, Hermione's mood did not seem to be relieved. She continued her behavior on the boat, constantly reciting the spells she had memorized in a low voice.

But the scene that followed interrupted her and made many little wizards scream.

About twenty translucent ghosts glowing with pearly white color jumped out from the wall. They were arguing among themselves while floating across the room.

These ghosts didn't pay much attention to the first-year students who were looking up at them. Every year, almost the same number of young wizards came here, and of course there were many Muggle-born children who had never seen ghosts before.

They had long been accustomed to this, and there was only one who was arguing with others. The ghost in a wheel-shaped ruffled tights asked the freshmen: "I said, what are you doing here?"

Before anyone could answer him, a chubby ghost wearing an ancient monk's robe beside him interrupted: "New student! I think you are probably preparing to take a test?"

Someone nodded, and the fat monk said with a smile: "I hope you can be assigned to Hufflepuff, I studied there before."

"Move forward now," Professor McGonagall returned. "The sorting ceremony is about to begin."

The ghosts stopped talking and filed through the wall.

Everyone lined up and followed Professor McGonagall into the hall.

Four rows of long tables took up almost the entire space in the hall. Students from other grades were already sitting around the tables. They all looked at the first-year students lined up in front of the teacher's chair with joy or teasing.

Andre looked up at the ceiling. The dark night sky was dotted with countless stars. Hermione whispered: "A spell has been cast here. It looks like the sky outside. I am in "Hogwarts: A History of the School" Read about it.”

Andre nodded and thanked him softly. The little witch's desire to answer the question was still as strong as ever.

Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool and a worn Sorting Hat in front of the first years.

Then the hat started to sing. The voice was pretty good and distinctive, but the tune wasn't quite right.

When the Sorting Hat finished singing, the whole audience applauded.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward at the right time, holding a roll of parchment.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting," she said. "Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.She sat down.There was a moment's pause.

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Hat.The people at the table to the right applauded and cheered Hannah, welcoming her to their table.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Hat again.

Soon it was Hermione's turn. The little witch trotted to the stool. The Sorting Hat called out Gryffindor with almost no hesitation.

She waved her little hand happily to Andre, and then walked to the Gryffindor table.

Andre saw Ron Weasley not far away, who seemed to be frowning and snorting. It seemed that their acquaintance on the train was not very pleasant.

But Andre had no time to recall the plot of his previous life, because Professor McGonagall had already called his name.

"Oh, it's another little wizard who has a difficult choice. To be honest, kids like you are just increasing my workload." As soon as the hat was put on his head, Andre heard the Sorting Hat's complaints in his ears, "Look. It turns out that you are very smart, which is in line with the characteristics of Ravenclaw, and your ambition is not small. It seems that Slytherin is also a good choice. But I have to say that your yearning for adventure is the best among the little wizards I have ever seen. The strongest one, it reminds me of Godric, well, Gryffindor!"

Andre took off his hat with a confused look on his face. He originally thought that he was destined for the Eagle House, but the Sorting Hat said that he was eager for adventure. Shit, he was obviously very stubborn.

"Hi, Andre, here!" The choice of the Sorting Hat obviously cannot be changed. The little witch waved to Andre on the Gryffindor table, and the Gryffindor students also burst into warm applause. His joining.

Most people are curious about Andre's height. He doesn't look like a freshman.

"Harry Potter!"

Finally it was Harry's turn to appear. The reputation of this savior was well-known in the wizarding world. Almost everyone stood up and wanted to see his true face.

The Sorting Hat stayed on Harry's head longer than Andre, but in the end there was no accident. Like his father, he was a standard little lion.

The Gryffindor table burst out with the loudest cheers and cheers, and the Weasley twins even shouted: "We have Potter, we have Potter!"

Prefect Percy Weasley, who was standing in front of the long table, was equally excited and held Harry's hand tightly.The eyes of the entire auditorium followed Harry's movements. This was the charm of the savior, even if he was only a first-year freshman who couldn't even cast a levitating spell.