Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

"Now line up in single file and go forward. The sorting ceremony is about to begin." Professor McGonagall came back at some point, opened the door of the small room, and a magnificent hall appeared in front of him.

Glittering with gold, this was Cyril's first impression of the Hogwarts auditorium.

The night sky outside is being replicated on the magic ceiling, with twinkling stars and thousands of floating candles.

Students from other grades in the college were already sitting around four huge long tables with gleaming gold plates and goblets on them.

It looked like dinner hadn't been served yet, and the whole school must be waiting for them to finish sorting and have dinner as soon as possible.

Cyril thought miserably that he knew nothing in the branch, and was driven home in front of the whole school. The seniors and sisters disliked him for delaying their meal time...

At the top of the auditorium, at the farthest place from them, there is another long table. The people sitting on it are obviously teachers. They have different looks and different clothes. They sit in front of the table and face all the students.

At this time, there was a small exclamation from the crowd around him.

A dozen ghosts suddenly appeared from behind them, and a pearly white translucent ghost jumped out from Bowen's feet exaggeratedly. Cyril saw Bowen's face turn green with his own eyes.

A lady in a medieval skirt circled the freshman elegantly, and couldn't help giggling when she saw the newborn's face gradually approaching her own color.

"It's the school season again, and there seem to be a little more new students this year than last year."

"Yes, youth is wonderful! Children, welcome to Hufflepuff." A chubby monk also said gently.

"I hope there will be more Slytherins this year, Barrow's face has been cold for a semester."

"Believe me, even if they all go to Slytherin, Barrow's face won't bloom."

The ghosts were chatting and discussing, and they stopped paying too much attention to the new students.Passing through the crowd, they returned to the long table of their college in twos and threes, mixing among the students.

Cyril didn't pay too much attention to what the ghosts said, because Professor McGonagall had placed a high stool and a pointed wizard hat directly in front of him.

The imaginary tables and chairs, test papers and pens did not appear, and Cyril couldn't tell whether he was relieved or more nervous.

Do you want to go up alone to take the exam one by one? ? ?

The hat was very old, covered with various patches, looking dirty, and a little out of place with the gorgeous Hogwarts Great Hall.Cyril stood in the crowd and observed secretly, not knowing what to do in a while.

At this time, the hat that was originally placed on the high stool suddenly moved, and a hole was split near the brim of the hat, making a hoarse sound, as if it opened its mouth.

The hat made a loud noise, the hoarse and ugly voice was matched with a strange tone, and Cyril didn't understand anything except the very first sentence: "Welcome to Hogwarts".

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, Cyril felt desperate. If this was a listening test, could he quit early?It's better than getting grades and then being packed and sent home directly by the school.

Professor McGonagall interrupted the boy's brainstorming at this moment:

"Students whose names I have read come to the front and sit on stools with hats on, waiting for the sorting results."

Cyril couldn't care less about being nervous, the first name had already been pronounced.

"Bowen Abbott"

Cyril looked at his buddy in front of him sympathetically.The opponent's already green face paled visible to the naked eye, like a rotten cabbage, and he walked to the front of the line stiffly and with one hand and one foot.

The Sorting Hat just covered Bowen's eyes.He sat down.Pause for a moment—

"Hufflepuff!" Hat shouted.

The people at the table on the right applauded Bowen. Bowen let out a long sigh of relief, took off his hat, gave Cyril an encouraging look, and trotted towards the long table on the right.Cyril clearly saw that his tie changed from black to yellow stripes the moment he took off his hat, and the school badge on his chest also changed into the Hufflepuff badge.

It doesn't look difficult, Cyril comforted himself silently.

At least soon isn't it?

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall called a few more names, and when it was the letter M's turn, Cyril felt his heart twitch. It was obvious that McLean was at the top of the M list.

"Cyril McLean!"

Cyril walked forward with stiff legs, and as he got closer to the teacher's bench in front, he suddenly realized that the silver-haired wizard sitting on the high-back chair in the middle looked a bit like Santa Claus.

For a moment, I despised myself so much that I was still thinking about Santa Claus!Tsk!I don't know if I can have a good Christmas, but I think about Santa Claus!

Picking up the sorting hat on the chair, Cyril glanced at Professor McGonagall who was not far away, saw her nodding slightly, and nervously put the hat on her head.

It was a grown-up hat, big enough to cover half his head with ease.Cyril felt his eyes darken in an instant.

emmm... there is a sweet smell of biscuits in the hat...

"Oh, a young McLean." Cyril heard a thin voice, and the boy's face was expressionless and his mouth was tightly shut.For a moment, he didn't know whether to say hello calmly and politely, or jump up and throw the hat on the ground and scream-the hat suddenly spoke in his ear!It's scary! !

"Oh, polite little guy. I received your greeting. Is your mother an oriental?"

Cyril is pleasantly surprised to find that the hat can read minds.

That's great news, since there is no language for mental states!So after hearing the question, I replied politely in my heart, she is a Chinese mage.

"There are too few oriental wizards coming to Hogwarts. I'm glad you chose here. Like all McLean, I wish you a happy study and life in Slytherin!"

"Slytherin!"

The results of the sorting resounded throughout the auditorium, and Cyril realized in a daze that he had already been sorted, jumped off the high stool in a daze, put his hat back, and walked to the long table on the far left—where It is a silvery green.

The "listening test" that Cyril imagined passed quickly with its own buff bonus.

Amid the reserved but enthusiastic applause at the long table on the far left, Cyril sat in the middle seat, with a senior black-haired senior on the left and a blonde senior on the right. The two greeted the newcomer friendly The junior nods.

Cyril greeted the people around him stutteringly in English: "Hi! I'm Cyril, nice to meet you all."

The blond-haired senior on the right spoke first, with a light and jumpy tone: "Welcome to Slytherin, little guy. Are you a half-breed?"

"Thank you... sorry... what am I?" Cyril didn't understand the other party's question.

"Mixed race? Is your mother British?" the blond senior patiently repeated.

"My mother is a Chinese... wizard." Cyril answered carefully, wondering if she understood the other party's question correctly.

"Wendy, I think you should speak slowly if you don't mind. Haven't you noticed that the junior student may not be very good at English?" The black-haired senior on the left said slowly to the blonde senior, then turned his head to face Cyril, stretched Shot:

"Hello, McClain. I'm Gene Flint, third grade. You can call me Gene."

Gene's words were clear and slow, and Cyril understood everything, shook the senior's hand excitedly, and replied:

"Hi, Gene. Just call me Cyril."

"Little Cyril, I'm Wendy Scrimgeour. Call me Wendy, and I'm also in the third grade. If you need help, you can come to us." The blond Wendy also slowed down her speech, and Cyril instantly felt The people are so lovely.

The sorting ceremony was still going on, and Cyril sat on the table curiously and watched the people around him and the auditorium carefully. He was too nervous just now, and he didn't have the heart to appreciate his study and living environment in the next 7 years.

The boy who was successfully sorted and saved his own Christmas happily evaluated everything he could see, and felt that this school was really beautiful and cute!

At this time, the sensitive boy received a gaze from the teacher's seat.

Looking over according to the feeling, a wizard who was facing the Slytherin table met Cyril's eyes.

The man looked young, with black half-length hair parted in the middle on his cheeks, accentuating his aquiline nose and thinness.

But it's not his distinctive nose or hairstyle that really catches your eye, it's his eyes.

The black-haired black-eyed wizard has extremely deep eyes, so dark that he can't see to the bottom, and he can't see his emotions. The obvious shadows under his eyes and the corners of his mouth that rarely smiles make him look and emotional.

The knife-like chin and the black shirt with a stand-up collar buttoned to the neck made him imposing and mysterious.

Cyril felt inexplicably that he had probably met him before, but he was not sure for a while, because how could such a distinctive person be forgotten.

The black-haired and black-eyed wizard didn't look away because of Cyril's discovery, and even his expression didn't change. In the end, Cyril turned his head back helplessly, and asked the people on the long table in a low voice:

"Who is that male teacher in black?"

"Professor Snape, our dean." Genn raised his eyelids slightly, immediately shifted his gaze uncomfortably, and replied in a low voice.

"He looks really young." Cyril actually wanted to add "really imposing", but his English was limited.