Pure Blood Glory at Hogwarts

After the door opened, Professor McGonagall came out from the door, thanked Hagrid briefly, and her eyes searched among the crowd.

Fortunately, her goal is more conspicuous and more active.

The first time Luke saw Professor McGonagall, he smiled and nodded to her as a greeting.Professor McGonagall seemed to let go of a big stone in his heart when he saw Luke appearing here with all his beard and tail.

Then she led the students directly along the stone road, towards a hut there.

On the way, they vaguely heard the noisy voices in the hall separated by a wall.

The mood of many students who had calmed down became tense again.

But Hermione was more curious this time, so she didn't feel too nervous.

"You know that professor?"

She noticed just now that there seemed to be a few wizard children showing awe towards the tall black-haired witch who was leading the way.Apparently they had heard about the witch either from their parents or from their older siblings.

And obviously the evaluation they gave was not something gentle and peaceful.

"Professor McGonagall, vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, head of Gryffindor, professor of transfiguration, lover of Quidditch and cats."

Luke looked at Hermione, and said, "Strict and responsible professor, believe me, you should get along more harmoniously."

Luke believed that Professor McGonagall must have been as smart and sensitive as Hermione back then, without losing courage and impulsiveness.

Hermione nodded seriously, and then looked at Professor McGonagall's back.

After a while, they walked into the empty small room.The room was relatively crowded, and everyone was rubbing shoulders. At this time, Luke realized that Hermione's hand was still pinched on his sleeve.

So he made a stretching motion and pulled his sleeve out of Hermione's hand.

Hermione glanced at Luke, but said nothing.

And Professor McGonagall glared at Luke who was standing in front of the team. After all, everyone looked nervous and formal, and when Luke was here, it felt like it. If you don't raise your spirits, you should fall asleep.

Luke gave an embarrassed smile, then returned to his normal posture.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, the school feast is about to begin..."

Professor McGonagall began to explain the sorting ceremony once a year. The little wizards lifted their spirits one by one, and listened carefully to every word Professor McGonagall said, for fear that they would miss something in the subsequent ceremony. Embarrassed, or assigned to a college you don't like.

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of the teachers and students of the whole school. I suggest that you tidy up yourselves and be more energetic while waiting."

Her eyes flicked to Neville's indecent cloak and the dirt on Ron's nose, and Harry tried to smooth his hair down in the process.In the end, her eyes fell on Luke.

Luke was deliberately lazy when he was grooming himself, and he didn't look serious.So his cloak had slipped a little bit, and the collar was a little ragged.

So Professor McGonagall went straight to work, untied the cloak for him, fastened it again, and then helped him put the collar in place.

With a final glare at him, Professor McGonagall turned and left the room.

Feeling this serious restraint, Luke was somewhat uncomfortable.

Ron, who followed Luke and Hermione, looked at Luke in shock.If he hadn't known that the Gaunt family should have no relationship with Professor McGonagall, he would have wondered if Professor McGonagall was Luke's blood elder.It has to be very close.

After all, judging from the information he got from his brothers, Professor McGonagall was a good teacher and cared about his students.But she rarely showed special care to a student.Unless the student is particularly good at playing Quidditch.

Of course, that was what Fred had told him, so he wasn't quite sure that was the case.

If Ron knew that Luke and Professor McGonagall were not related, then Hermione would have become suspicious if he didn't know.

"Don't think too much about it. Professor McGonagall is my admission guide. We get along very well, so she does take care of me a bit."

Feeling the strange eyes of the three people around him, Luke said with a helpless smile.

Booker in his arms also stuck out his head and gave a "meow" as a testimony to Luke.

Hearing the meow, Ron's chest squirmed.It looked like something had been disturbed.

Hermione didn't ask any more questions. In fact, she was a little nervous when the matter came to an end.So I started to adjust my breathing.

Because Harry had seen Luke and Professor McGonagall getting along well early on, he could easily accept this kind of scene where the elders cared for the younger generations.

Of course, there are also reasons why Hagrid can be called loving towards him, making him think that the teachers at Hogwarts are quite friendly.So although he is a little nervous now, it is not that exaggerated.

Luke felt the slight joy and anticipation on Harry's body, and couldn't help but light a wax for him in his heart.

He still didn't know that among the teachers he was about to welcome, two of them treated him not only badly, but even badly.

One loves him, but also hates him. Of course, if Harry becomes Harry, maybe it will be much better.

And the other one, who didn't seem to care much about him, actually wanted his life.

People really can't help feeling, the savior is really a high-risk job!

Just as his thoughts were racing, he also heard Ron and their discussion about the sorting ceremony, and saw Harry's panic when he heard the word 'take the test'.Apparently he was quite unconfident about his level of magic.

Hermione heard the relevant information from Luke, so she didn't panic.

The ghosts swarmed in and made a fuss among the surprise of the freshmen for a while, until Professor McGonagall reappeared before leaving together.It's like watching the fun.

"Now, stand in a single file and follow me."

Professor McGonagall led the nervous freshmen into the luxurious auditorium.

So almost all the freshmen gave out admiration in unison.

Thousands of candles floating in the air illuminated the auditorium, and the four long tables were filled with gold plates and goblets.At the upper table sat a kind of faculty member.

Luke saw the old man with white beard and hair, half-moon glasses, and clear blue eyes like a teenager.

That is the headmaster of Hogwarts, one of the most powerful wizards of our time, Albus Dumbledore.

At this time, Dumbledore seemed to sense his gaze, and followed his gaze.