The man behind Hogwarts

"Here we are, the Yeqi carriage is in front of us."

Fran took William and Evelin to find the place to take the carriage.

The end of a rough and muddy road.

I saw many carriages lined up in the open woods for people to choose from. At a rough count, there were at least a hundred carriages, and each carriage could seat several young wizards.

"Can you see what the Thestrals look like?"

"I heard that only those who have witnessed death can see it."

William could see, clearly, a Thestral in front of each carriage.

How to describe its image like this?

Although he had seen countless magical animals in the Forbidden Forest, the appearance of Thestral still shocked him.

The Thestrals' bodies are tall and rugged, and their entire body is pitch black. There is no flesh on their bodies. The black fur is tightly attached to the skeleton, and every bone is clearly visible.

Their heads resemble those of dragons.

Dragon head and horse body.

Their eyes were white, chillingly pale, and had no pupils, just staring intently. Wings sprouted from the ridge between the shoulder bones—large, black leathery wings that looked like they should belong to a giant bat.

This magical animal is a Pegasus, with a danger level of

Fran and Cedric climbed into the carriage expertly, having already experienced it last year.

William and Evelyn followed.

The carriage is a bit old, and you can still smell a faint smell of rotten wood and straw when you sit inside.

"Don't worry. Although the carriage is a bit old, it is safe and very fast."

Cedric closed the door, and the carriage started to move.

It was bumpy and stumbling along the way, and the sound of wheels rolling through puddles could be heard. Several people in the car clung to the handles, while Evelin clung to William's arm.

Within ten minutes, the Yeqi carriage suddenly stopped and the carriage door opened.

"arrive."

William jumped off the carriage, and several people quickly entered the castle auditorium following the large army.

At this time, the castle was already brightly lit, and four long wooden tables extended to the rostrum, on which sat the school staff headed by Dumbledore.

A few people found their seats and sat down. Of course, they returned to the college group.

When Professor McGonagall saw that no one else arrived, she gave him a few words of admonishment, which included keeping quiet, paying attention to etiquette, and paying attention to the new students.

“Seeing the decoration in the auditorium reminded me of last year.”

Evelin looked around and murmured softly.

"This year will be more lively. After all, there is Harry Potter. Everyone in the academy hopes that Harry Potter will join."

"Yes, let's see if he is worthy of such a great reputation."

Although no one spoke loudly, whispers continued.

It wasn't until Hagrid entered the auditorium that everyone knew that the new students were about to enter.

Sitting in the seats of Gryffindor House, a pair of twin brothers stretched their necks and stared at the door of the auditorium expectantly.

Professor McGonagall opened the door.

The old students saw the new students, and the new students also saw the scene in the auditorium.

The freshmen at the door opened their mouths in surprise.

Hermione tried her best to stay calm, even though her heart was already turbulent. Ever since she entered the castle, the magical creations everywhere reminded her that she was welcome to the magical world.

The freshmen entered in a long queue, and Harry immediately saw Dumbledore on the high platform.

Dumbledore has silver hair and a beard that hangs smoothly on his clothes. His clothes today are particularly gorgeous, solemn but not serious.

Noticing Harry looking at him, Dumbledore winked mischievously.

With just this one action, Harry immediately felt at ease.

Professor McGonagall took out the parchment and read out the first name of the sorting ceremony. She was:

"Hannah Abbott!"

Three breaths after the words fell, a girl timidly walked onto the stage.

William calmly looked at everything that happened.

What made him a little happy was that the first person to be sorted was indeed her, the famous **** in her previous life - Hannah.

Hannah's character was obviously timid, and anyone with the slightest eye could see it. Professor McGonagall sternly scanned the audience and did not allow anyone to make noises.

"Come on, get on the stool, don't be afraid."

The Sorting Hat was placed on Hannah's head, covering her golden hair, leaving only two hanging golden braids visible.

The Sorting Hat twists its mouth and nose in an anthropomorphic way,

"Hufflepuffs!"

"yeah!"

The people in Hufflepuff House couldn't help cheering, expressing the goodwill of the Hufflepuff badgers to this timid new student.

Hannah walked off the stage and the prefect arranged a seat for her.

Next one, next next one...

The sorting ceremony gradually entered its climax, or it was the prelude to the climax.

Everyone, teachers and students alike, of course there is only one person they are looking forward to most today.

Professor McGonagall lowered her eyebrows and glanced at the parchment, then slowly read out a name——

"Harry Potter!"

boom!

This name seemed to have magic power. Just by saying it aloud, a warm sensation broke out in the auditorium, and everyone stared at the person who was about to take the stage.

"Coming, coming!" Fred shook George's shoulders, getting carried away with excitement, "Harry Potter is coming!"

George also said excitedly: "I must be assigned to Gryffindor! I must!"

Harry stood in the group of freshmen, looking at them at a loss, not understanding why they were so excited.

The sudden burst of cheers just now shocked him.

At that moment,

He vaguely felt that 'Harry Potter' was no longer his name, but a solemn password.

'Everyone seems to know me...'

'Hermione knows me, Ron knows me, everyone here knows me...'

He felt confused and frightened.

Under the encouraging gaze of Professor McGonagall, he slowly stepped onto the stage and sat on the unique square stool. He glanced upward and saw the dirty Sorting Hat covering his head.

He and Ron had previously speculated on what the sorting ceremony would be.

Doing exams? interview? Magic test or something?

Even though many of Ron's brothers had experienced separation, none of them disclosed it, only that they needed to experience it themselves.

Didn't think twice and just used a hat.

Dirty hat.

There are two arcs raised in the middle of the hat, which are its eyebrows. The Sorting Hat first frowns, then relaxes, then frowns again... the cycle repeats.

Harry heard the Sorting Hat mutter something about courage, pure blood, good at learning, etc...

He didn't remember a word of it.

He only felt restless and his scalp itched, as if his brain was about to grow.

After about a dozen breaths, the Sorting Hat finally announced the result in front of everyone's expectant eyes——

"Grand-Findo!"

Yeah yeah yeah!

Harry Potter! Harry Potter! ~

The little wizards belonging to Gryffindor were caught up in the sea of ​​excitement, and the little lions couldn't wait to pull him to their seats in the house.

The two Fred brothers directly surrounded Harry on the left and right.

Percy was preparing to seat Harry, who had been elected prefect six months ago and was responsible for managing the affairs of Gryffindor House boys.

It is the prefect's right to allocate seats to new students.

He would not allow his rights to be usurped.

"Fred, what are you doing? Harry should be sitting over there." Percy whispered.

"It's just one seat, Percy, you are too fussy." Fred said indifferently: "Harry can sit here and we can tell him some school things. Isn't that good?"

George chimed in: "That's right, Percy, sit back quickly, Professor McGonagall is looking at you."

"you!"

After chasing Percy away, Fred and George celebrated by high-fiving each other as if they had pulled off a great prank.

Harry was confused, "Do you know me?"

"Of course! You are Harry Potter!" George deliberately made an exaggerated expression, "The famous Harry Potter! All the wizards know you!"

……

The sorting ceremony continues.

Whenever the Sorting Hat reads out the name of a house, the little wizards of the corresponding house will cheer in unison.

Ron pursed his lips nervously and grasped his clothes uncontrollably with both hands.

"Terry Butt" - Ravenclaw.

"Hermione Granger" - Gryffindor.

"Neville Longbottom" - Gryffindor.

"Draco Malfoy" - Slytherin.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer freshmen, and everyone he knew had been called by name, Ron was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Helpless, his surname is Weasley, so he is destined to be at the back.

"Ron Weasley!"

Professor McGonagall read out the name while looking at Ron.

Although she had never met Ron, she still recognized him immediately. After all, Weasley was famous for his iconic red hair.

"Oh, it's Ron." Fred said softly: "There is no doubt that he must be Gryffindor."

Harry asked curiously: "How do you know?"

"Haha, look at me, I forgot to introduce you." Fred straightened his collar and said solemnly: "My name is Fred George, and I am Ron's brother."

"And I, George Weasley, we are twins."

Fred pointed to the right and guided Harry to look over, "That man's name is Percy. He is now the prefect of Gryffindor, and he is also our unsatisfactory brother."

"Pfft." Harry laughed.

He looked through several people and saw Percy glaring at Fred angrily.

Noticing that Harry was looking at him, Percy quickly showed a standard prefect smile. In order to show this smile, he had practiced in front of the mirror for a long time in private.

He did act according to "How Prefects Gain Power."

Ron's sorting ceremony was indeed as Fred said, and he was sorted into Gryffindor.

As Dumbledore shouted "Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw!", rich food appeared, and the rich aroma and attractive color immediately got into the stomachs of the little wizards.

"The banquet has finally started, and I'm already croaking with hunger."

At this time, the little wizards were finally able to talk freely, and nothing was prohibited as long as they did not leave their seats.

Harry casually glanced at the podium and found a sinister look looking at him.

The man had shiny black hair and the cuffs of his robe were close to his wrists. He looked very stern.

"Who is that?"

Fred looked along, glanced at it and immediately looked away.

"That's Professor Snape, the Head of Slytherin House, and he's also the Potions teacher."

"He is very fierce, the toughest teacher among all."

Harry nodded in understanding.

For some reason, he felt that the way the other person looked at him was strange, a bit like the way his aunt looked at him.

Next to Snape, Professor Quirrell was chattering away.

There was no heavy scarf on his head, nor did he smell of garlic, but his palms were wrapped in a circle of gauze.

"Professor Snape, are you also paying attention to Harry Potter? This is normal, after all, his aura is so dazzling."

"I met him in the Leaky Cauldron. He was very polite."

"It's just a pity..."

Snape turned his head and asked, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that Harry only entered school this year. If he had been a year earlier, we could have seen him competing with William. Both of them are rare geniuses in the world."

"A fight?" Snape shook his head slightly, "He does have an aura about him, but it's not his own talent, but..."

Snape didn't finish the last sentence.

Although most wizards in the world are superstitious that Harry killed Voldemort.

But Snape knew that not only was Voldemort not dead, but he was not 'killed' by Harry, but because of blood magic.

Thinking of this, Snape's heart was as sharp as a knife.

He looked at Harry complicatedly, feeling both hatred and endless attachment...

In Snape's opinion, every part of Harry's body, except his eyes, looked like his father, and Snape hated him.

And those eyes...

"Professor? Professor!"

Snape suddenly came to his senses and realized that it was Quirrell calling him.

Snape frowned slightly, and he found that Quirrell was still the same as when he was a student. If it weren't for the fact that the other person was also a professor, Snape would even want to scold him.

"Professor, you haven't finished speaking yet." Quirrell continued to ask, "Why do you think he can't compete with William?"

"There's no doubt about that."

Snape said calmly: "Things that are burdened by fame often happen in the world. Not everyone can maintain a cautious attitude of seeking knowledge."

"When Harry understands how dazzling his aura is, that may be the time when he becomes arrogant."

"As for William..."

Snape pondered for a moment and said softly: "It's hard for me to imagine anyone who can compete with him."

"All his contemporaries should feel sad."

"You actually think so highly of him?!" Quirrell was surprised.

He could not imagine that the stern Professor Snape in his mind would praise a student so much. Quirrell thought about it carefully and found that he had very little contact with William.

Quirrell looked at William in the audience.

I saw him eating barbecue and drinking drinks, and his words and deeds made people feel like spring breeze. But when Quirrell saw William's eyes, he immediately felt like he was in the 5000-meter-deep sea.

Ok?

William's movements froze, his perception was extremely sharp, his eyes raised, and they happened to meet Quirrell's eyes.

Why is he paying attention to me?

Muttering secretly in his heart, William nodded politely and raised his water glass to respect him from a distance.

Quirrell subconsciously smiled warmly, raised his glass in response, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

When William looked away, Quirrell put down his wine glass dejectedly.

"Professor, I understand why you praise him so much."

“His eyes were so profound that I was in awe.”