Everyday players at Hogwarts

In the quiet night, the first-year students of Hogwarts were whispering to each other.

dong dong dong.

Three loud noises made the surrounding quiet again, and also woke up Ryan who was still thinking.

It turned out to be Hagrid. He hit the door violently with his fist.

The door also opens automatically immediately.

What caught everyone's eyes was a tall black-haired witch with a stern face and wearing an emerald green robe. This was Magminerva, the vice-principal of Hogwarts and professor of transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall briefly exchanged greetings with Hagrid, then neatly drew out her wand and tapped the huge oak door.

The door slowly opened wider, and a very spacious hall appeared in front of the little wizards. This hall was so big that it could even fit dozens of trucks.

The floors of this castle are paved with stone, the surrounding walls are lit with blazing torches, the ceilings are high, and luxurious marble stairs lead directly to the upper floors.

Then, led by Professor McGonagall, the freshmen quickly arrived at the small empty room at the other end of the hall.

Professor McGonagall woke up her voice and began to speak.

It begins with a welcome message such as welcome to Hogwarts, then introduces the sorting ceremony, and the names of the four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

The most important thing is that each college is your home.

"Oh, isn't that what Hogwarts is?" Ryan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

You can only listen to this kind of words. In the nine years of compulsory education in his previous life, Ryan heard enough, and even his ears were calloused.

Harry and others on the side had expressions of being deceived and were speechless. They would probably understand when they were deducted points.

When Professor McGonagall mentioned Slytherin, Ryan could clearly see the expression on Ron's face as if he had seen something dirty.

After a brief pause, Professor McGonagall introduced the system of bonus points and subtraction points. Excellent performance will earn extra points for the college where you are located, and any violation will cause the college where you are located to lose points.

At the end of the year, the house with the highest score gets the House Cup, which is a high honor and stuff like that.

At this time, Harry, Ron and others began to be absent-minded. Ron was even hungry again and his stomach growled.

Hermione and Malfoy, on the other hand, looked as if their college had won the House Cup. To be more precise, it should be that they had played a vital role in the process.

However, in Ryan's opinion, these are more like methods to scare children. As long as you have no morals, others cannot morally kidnap you, just like Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw never care about this.

Only Gryffindor and Slytherin would care about this, and would even isolate others by deducting points.

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that you tidy up and be more energetic while waiting." Professor McGonagall concluded, her eyes on Neville's cloak (cloak The belt was tied under his left ear) and the dirty thing on Ron's nose moved up, while Harry nervously smoothed his hair down.

Professor McGonagall was unmoved by Harry's messy hair. Obviously, she understood that it was just hereditary, and the Potter family's hair could not be neat. Even if they even invented shampoo for it, there was no such thing. effect.

Only useless gold galleons kept pouring into the Potter family's coffers.

"When the other side is ready, I will come to pick you up." Professor McGonagall said, "Please keep quiet while waiting."

As soon as Professor McGonagall left, the surrounding area immediately became buzzing, which made Ryan feel particularly familiar and friendly.

Harry finally couldn't help it and began to worry again, asking Ron how to sort them into different hospitals.

However, Ron was also confused about all the questions, and the young wizards around him began to feel insecure. Various opinions spread among the crowd: they had to pass an exam to test whether the young wizards had prepared for the exam; they had to defeat the dragon and snatch the dragon eggs; Sorting based on psychological tests

Hermione, on the other hand, turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside the window and kept reciting the spells she had learned quickly.

This had the opposite effect on Harry. The more Hermione carried it, the more blood drained from Harry's face.

Ron still looked careless, just holding his stomach and thinking about what to eat tonight.

Just when Harry was about to faint and Ryan was about to tell Harry the truth and make him feel relieved, screams like waves appeared one after another.

They were ghosts. About twenty pearl-white, translucent ghosts appeared from behind the wall, suspended in the air, whispering to each other, completely unaware of the trembling little wizard underneath them.

During the conversation, they were discussing whether Peeves should be given a chance and whether they should expel Peeves from his ghost status.

"What are you doing here?" A ghost wearing a wheel-shaped ruffled tights suddenly discovered the first-year student. He was none other than the resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, also known as Almost Headless Nick.

However, no little wizard dared to talk to them, and Ryan, the only one who had the courage, was apologizing and chatting with Penelo and Kate in the auditorium.

"New life!"

"I think you are probably preparing to take the test, right?" the fat monk said with a smile. Still no little wizard dared to talk to him, so he just nodded silently.

"I hope you get sorted into Hufflepuff!"

"I used to study in that academy." The fat monk said patiently. The whole ghost gave people a kind and sacred feeling. It was worthy of being a wizard who almost became the Pope when he was alive.

At this time, Professor McGonagall came back and asked the little wizards to line up in a single file, and the ghosts floated through the opposite wall and disappeared.

After leaving the room, walking through the foyer, and then through the double doors, what appeared in front of the little wizards was a magical, wonderful and magnificent restaurant.

The other students are sitting at four tables, each table is a different color, green, red, blue, and yellow.

Tens of millions of candles floated above the table, illuminating the table.

The tables were covered 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 little wizards over there,

Have them line up in a row facing the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them.

It was really embarrassing. When Ryan came back to his senses, he suddenly discovered that under the flickering candlelight, hundreds of faces like pale lanterns were looking towards him, and ghosts were also mixed in with the students, shining dimly. A little silver light.

The most powerful white wizard Dumbledore and the Dark Lord Tom Riddle were behind him. Not far away, Kate was winking at him at the Ravenclaw table, while Penello just smiled and held the Gill looked at Ryan.

Ryan had no choice but to divert his attention. At this moment, in order to avoid being nervous, Harry looked at the velvet-black ceiling, which was dotted with twinkling stars. It was hard to believe that there was really a ceiling above it, as if it were in an open-air environment.

Hermione noticed this and whispered: "A spell has been cast here. It looks like the sky outside. I read about it in "Hogwarts: A History of the School"."

Ron looked very impressed and praised him from the side, completely forgetting that there was still a teacher standing behind him and his brothers were watching him from the audience.

Ryan only saw the Weasley twins looking like they were making noises, but due to the separation, they didn't say it loudly. Ryan didn't use his superhuman hearing, and spoke meaningfully directly through their lips. Analyzing what they said, it should be roughly , that red-haired one is my brother, girlfriend or something like that.

Percy, on the other hand, was frowning, looking dissatisfied.