Reborn at Hogwarts

It has to be said that it is indeed a severe psychological test to be on stage in a state of great attention.

With Ivan's concentration, he also felt a little nervous at this moment.

"Don't be nervous, it will be fine soon." Professor McGonagall saw the nervousness of the little wizard, and comforted him in a low voice.

Then, she gently put the sorting hat on Ivan's head, and the wide brim of the hat suddenly covered Ivan's sight, making his eyes dark.

"Ah, it's your turn, isn't it?" Ivan heard a small, strange voice whisper in his ear, "Well, another Vesemir, but obviously, you're not a Slytherin ..."

"Don't go to Slytherin, don't go to Gryffindor." Ivan said silently in his heart.

"Oh, this kind of request is not common. Are you sure?" The voice of the Sorting Hat sounded a little surprised, "Well, let me help you find out..."

There was a long silence that followed. After a long time, the people in the audience gradually became impatient and began to whisper.

"I can see that you have a strong thirst for knowledge, right?" The Sorting Hat finally said, "Eager to learn, eager to acquire more knowledge... I can see that you lack courage, it seems that Gryffindor is indeed not It suits you...then..."

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

Ivan felt his spirit relax all of a sudden. He took off his hat with a sigh of relief, and politely returned it to Professor McGonagall. Then he walked to the long table amidst the cheers of the Ravenclaws and sat down on a table. on the vacant seat.

"Welcome to Ravenclaw College." The tall boy sitting on his left stretched out his hand to him, and Ivan noticed a shiny badge pinned to his chest with the letter "P" on it, "My name is Alan Bunian, and I am the prefect of Ravenclaw."

He has short, rather thinning blond hair, and severely dark circles under his eyes, which are deeply sunken.

"I don't need to introduce myself, do I? Professor McGonagall has called my name just now." Ivan smiled and shook hands with him.

Ivan thought that Allen would "smile knowingly" next, and then they would talk about some light-hearted topics.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Allen's expression suddenly changed, and his expression became serious.

"Ivan, before enrolling, um..." Allen said after deliberation, "Have you read the courses you will study this year in advance?"

"Uh... read some." Ivan was a little confused.

Allen seemed relieved.

"That's great. Then, I have a few questions, I hope you can answer them." Alan nodded with a smile, then reached out to the notebook in front of him, under Ivan's inexplicable gaze , he opened one of the pages, and then feigned a deep low cough, "Please listen to the question: Excuse me, what are the twelve uses of fire dragon blood?"

After speaking, he put the notebook on his chest and looked at Ivan expectantly.

Ivan looked bewildered.

What's happening here? Ravenclaw admissions test? Never heard of it?

"Okay, won't it?" Alan looked a little disappointed, but he soon cheered up again, turned over a page in his notebook, and read, "Then, the second question is also a potion question, please listen to the question : If you combine a bezoar with—”

"Alan, don't go too far!" When Ivan was stunned and speechless, a senior girl sitting on Ivan's right suddenly leaned over, grabbed Alan's notebook and put it in front of her, angrily He interrupted Alan's question, "He's just a first-year freshman, and he hasn't formally attended class yet!"

"But Ivan himself said that he had previewed in advance—" Allen argued. But the girl was obviously not interested in listening to him, so she just pulled Ivan to her side, keeping as far away from Allen as possible.

"Don't pay attention to Alan's words." The girl whispered into Ivan's ear while staring at Alan, "This guy has been a little bit of a god since he became a prefect this year. "Okay" or something like that. Maybe I saw that you spent a long time in the branch, so I want to ask you a few questions and test you."

...To put it bluntly, I'm afraid I'm not a "real" Ravenclaw?

Ivan was speechless.

It wasn't the first time he had encountered such a person.

I just didn't expect that there would be such a person in the school.

It's not disgusting, it's just a feeling of helplessness.

Secretly swearing a few words, Ivan turned his head and glanced at Alan, who was sitting in his seat in a daze at this time, with his head lowered, muttering something in his mouth, looking very depressed.

"Thank you, but it's actually okay, I've read most of the contents of the book." Ivan said gratefully to the girl, and offered her his hand, "My name is Ivan, Ivan Vesemir .”

"It's okay, I just can't understand Alan's attitude." The girl shook hands with Ivan generously, "My name is Penelope Clearwater, and I'm in the fourth grade this year. Just call me Penelope .”

Penelope Clearwater?

Ivan has some impression of this name.

Apparently became Ravenclaw Prefect the year Harry Potter entered school, and started dating Percy Weasley in sixth year.

It can be regarded as a supporting role with a famous name in the original work.

But it seems that there are no scenes and lines.

After helping Ivan out of the siege, perhaps seeing that Ivan was not interested in continuing the chat, Penello simply told Ivan a few words, and then continued to chat with the girl sitting aside.

Allen's attention was also on another freshman assigned to Ravenclaw, and Ivan heard him say in an impassioned tone, "I have a few questions for you..."

Hopeless.

Ivan shook his head.

Now he can finally take a good look at the guest-of-honor seat on the high platform.

Except for Hagrid, those sitting at the guest table were basically professors from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Among the people present, Ivan could only recognize a few supporting actors who played more roles.

Filius Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw College and professor of Charms, is short, but with piercing eyes and energetic eyes; he has short gray hair and yellow eyes like eagles Ms. Hooch, the sharp professor of flying lessons; Professor Quirrell, who seems to be quite cautious, with his back upright against the wallpaper and his eyes glancing around restlessly. He should still be teaching Muggle studies and has not encountered the Albania's lingering Voldemort.

There was also the potions professor who was sitting next to Professor Quirrell, staring at Ivan: Severus Snape.

Ivan met his eyes, and Professor Snape grinned slightly, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

Ivan couldn't help shivering.

Sitting in the center of the guest table was of course the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. He was wearing a white wizard robe, his silver hair shone like ghosts, and his long beard almost reached the ground.

As if sensing Ivan's eyes, Dumbledore turned his head and smiled at the boy.

But Ivan had already lowered his head quickly before he turned his head, avoiding Dumbledore's sight.

God knows if this old man will pry into his own memory on a whim, it's better to be safe and safe.