Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

On the platform, Harry and Ron looked at Alvin's back with dumbfounded eyes. Hermione, who had just got off the bus, didn't care about being angry anymore and turned her head to look in Alvin's direction in shock.

The students who had just gotten off the bus stopped and looked at the irritable new student who destroyed a carriage of the Hogwarts Express just after enrolling.

"What are you doing?" A red-haired boy pushed aside the crowd. He wore a shiny badge on his chest and asked with his head held high.

Ivan tilted his head, looked at the boy with his red eyes, and smiled solemnly: "Are you talking to me?"

The magic power suddenly exploded, and the floor tiles on the platform beneath his feet cracked inch by inch. The black magic power rushed toward the boy like a tsunami, reflected in the boy's frightened pupils.

"Alvin!" exclaimed, Hagrid's tall figure rushed away from the crowd: "Calm down, Alvin!"

Ivan glanced at Hagrid, dissipated the magic power, and looked at him with a straight face: "Do you know what a six-hour trip means to a person who suffers from motion sickness?"

"Oh, no wonder..." Hagrid's small black eyes blinked: "Dumbledore asked me to say sorry to you."

"Is it over with an sorry?"

"Anyway..." Hagrid looked at the destroyed carriage and said helplessly: "Go back to Hogwarts first. Someone will clean it up..."

As he said that, he took Alvin's arm with his big hand and dragged him away from the platform: "First-year students! First-year students, come here! Harry, come here..."

"Come on, come with me. Are there any freshmen? Watch your steps. Okay, come with me..."

Alvin was dragged by Hagrid's wrist along a steep and narrow path through the jungle.

"Turning this corner, you're about to see Hogwarts for the first time." Hagrid shouted, looking very excited.

Then, there was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

A black lake suddenly opened up at the end of the narrow lower road. On the high hillside on the other side of the lake stood a majestic castle. There were many spiers on the castle, and the windows shone warmly under the stars.

Ivan's attention was not on Hogwarts, but on the pier in front of him - the pier was lined with boats.

"Hagrid..." Alvin's eyes became more and more evil.

"Oh..." Hagrid said helplessly, "You're not still seasick, are you?"

Ivan took a deep breath and looked at the castle opposite. Thinking that he had been riding for six hours anyway, he suddenly felt relieved and jumped on the boat.

"vomit--"

Harry: "..."

Ron: "..."

Hermione looked very ugly. She remembered the bad things and turned around and got on another boat, leaving Neville, Harry and Ron in the same boat with Alvin.

The small fleet of boats rowed across the calm lake to the other side.

Amid Alvin's vomiting sound, the fleet stopped after a few minutes. Harry and Ron helped Alvin from the left and right and lifted him off the ship.

Holding a lantern, Hagrid led everyone through the tunnel in the rock, and finally arrived at a flat, damp grassland under the castle.

Climbing up a set of stone steps, the freshmen gathered in front of a huge oak door.

"Is everyone here?" Hagrid knocked on the door, which opened immediately.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the door. She looked serious and gave Alvin a stern look. She must have heard about what just happened.

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

"Thank you, Hagrid. Just teach me when you're here."

She opened the door and led everyone through the luxurious and empty foyer to a small room.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said, "The opening speech is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the auditorium, you must first confirm which house you will enter."

"The sorting is a very important ceremony, because when you are in school, the college is like your home in Hogwarts. You have to take classes, live together, and spend time together in the common room of the college with other students in the college. Spend your spare time.”

"The four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history and has cultivated outstanding wizards. You are here at Hogwarts. During your studies, your outstanding performance will earn points for your college, and any violation will result in points deduction for your college."

"At the end of each academic year, the house with the highest score will receive the House Cup. This is a high honor. I hope that no matter which house you are assigned to, you can bring glory to your respective house."

"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."

Professor McGonagall's eyes passed over Neville's messy cloak and the dirty thing on Ron's nose, and finally fell on Alvin's face: "When the other side is ready, I will come to pick you up. While waiting, please stay Quiet!"

After saying that, Professor McGonagall left.

"How could they assign us to exactly which house?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"I think we have to pass a test. Fred said it would hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking..." Ron said.

"Not necessarily. If you are assigned to Slytherin, the psychological damage will definitely be considerable." Ivan joked.

"There are also physical injuries..." Ron's face fell: "My mother will definitely kill me and cross out my name from the family tree..."

While the three of them were talking, about twenty pearl-white transparent ghosts suddenly appeared on the wall and floated over the room.

A chubby little monk saw Alvin and bowed gracefully: "Good day, Mr. Darknight."

"Good evening, fat monk." Ivan responded politely.

"Thank you for your contribution to the peace of Hogwarts! Thanks to you, Peeves has been a lot quieter recently." The fat monk was very curious: "So what did you do to him? He seems to be afraid of hearing to your name."

Alvin smiled and shook his head without answering.

A spirit that is not even a ghost, facing the magic of the underworld, what else can happen?

"Anyway, thank you very much..." Seeing that Alvin didn't say anything, the fat monk was not annoyed and said gently: "I hope you can be assigned to Hufflepuff. No matter where you are assigned, Hufflepuff will be happy to be you." friend."

"It's an honor." Ai Wen nodded.

The ghosts chatted with the freshmen for a few words and then left in groups. Just at this time, Professor McGonagall also returned.

"Stand in single file and follow me."

She led the new students out of the room, through the foyer, and through double doors to a glorious and luxurious auditorium.

There were four long tables placed in the magnificent auditorium. The tables were filled with shining golden plates and goblets. Hundreds of candles floated in the sky, illuminating the auditorium brightly.

"It's enchanted to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

Hermione whispered beside her, not knowing who she was talking to.

Professor McGonagall brought a four-legged stool and placed a pointed wizard hat on it.

The hat was very worn, patched, worn, and dirty.

People turned their attention to the pointed hat, and there was silence in the auditorium. Then, the hat cracked a wide slit, like a mouth, and began to sing:

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance,

If you can find a smarter hat than me,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny,

Make your top hats smooth and crisp,

I'm the top hat for the Hogwarts test,

Naturally, it is much taller than your hats.

any thought hidden in your mind,

Can't hide from the golden eyes of the devil's hat,

Try it on, and I'll tell you,

Which college should you go to.

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is courage buried in the bottom of my heart,

Their courage, boldness and boldness,

Make Gryffindor stand out;

You may belong to Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuffs are stoic and honest,

Not afraid of hard work;

If you're smart,

Perhaps into wise old Ravenclaws, those wise and learned ones,

Will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,

Maybe you make a true friend here,

But those cunning and insidious people will do everything possible to

to achieve their goals.

Come put on me!Don't be afraid!

Never panic!

In my hand (although I don't even have a hand)

you are absolutely safe

Because I am a thinking magic hat! "

The Sorting Hat is a enchanted hat with its own thoughts.

For nearly a thousand years, he has been diligently performing the work of branching out and writing songs.

There was thunderous applause in the auditorium, and Professor McGonagall came forward holding a piece of parchment.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting."

"Hannah Abbott!"