HP pure blood glory

The little wizards lined up obediently, because Louis was already standing on the outside, so he naturally stood at the forefront of the line, Draco stood behind him, and then the brunette and Crabbe, Gore.

Professor McGonagall led them out of the room, through the foyer, and into the luxurious hall.

This hall has obviously been well-arranged. Huge green pine branches are hung at the four corners of the hall, covered with golden bells. Some red silk threads connect these pine branches, and some wind chimes are tied to them.The velvety-black ceiling seemed to be twinkling with stars, which made the hall look like it was open to the air.

There are four long tables in the hall, and thousands of candles are floating above the tables. Those flickering firelights reflect the golden plate below and the wine in the goblet.When they entered, the wizards sitting beside the four long tables stopped talking and looked at them with probing eyes.

As the No.1 of the whole team, Louis didn't have any superfluous expressions. When the little wizards behind him were all excited or surprised, his fair face remained unchanged, even his pair of There was no extra emotion in the green eyes. Coupled with his tall stature, it seemed that he was not a first-year freshman, but rather like an assistant brought by Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall also noticed the probing eyes of the wizards and the focus of most of their eyes. She glanced back at Louis and was very satisfied with the boy's performance.

Professor McGonagall led their group to the teachers' seats, and Louis noticed that the former giant was also sitting on the far left end of the teachers' seats.Some of the teachers seemed to be familiar, for example, the pale young man... Louis didn't go into it, his attention was all on the four-corner stool and the dirty one on the stool that Professor McGonagall placed in front of them. His peaked hat was attracted.

That pointed wizard hat is really worn out...Professor McGonagall also has one on her head, but hers is much newer. There are no weird patches or dust on it, and it even looks more worn than that one. The hat is much more spirited.

At this moment the wand began to sing: "...you can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and your top hats smooth and crisp..."

The hat, Louis thought, was pretty self-aware.

"...I can't hide from the golden eyes of the devil's hat, try it on, I will..."

Louis didn't remember anything else the hat sang, he felt like his brain was about to freeze when he heard this, put him on?Put on this dirty hat?

My Tim, dare it clean itself up!

Louis began to think about the consequences if he decided not to go to school at this time... The answer was obvious, he just thought about it, no matter what the reason was, it would not be a reason for him to give up studying at Hogwarts.

At some point, the magic hat song finished, and the four long tables burst into thunderous applause, especially the one on the farthest left.

Even, Louis saw two familiar red-haired boys on the table, they stood up and laughed in this direction.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the broken hat, and felt that this was the biggest challenge he had faced since he was born.

"Whoever's name I call now, I will put on my hat, put it on the stool, and wait for the sorting." Professor McGonagall took a few steps ahead, holding a roll of parchment in his hand, which was written in blue-black ink Rows of names.

"Hannah Abbott!" she said.

A rosy-cheeked little girl with two blond braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat in front of Louis, so large that it covered his glasses.

For a moment, Louis even thought he heard the girl's blond hair moaning and groaning.

If you let yourself like this...

"Hufflepuff!" the hat called sharply.

The people at the first table on the right applauded a nervous little girl, and the fat ghost they had seen before was also floating next to their table-he tried to look like he was sitting on a wooden high chair, although It is futile.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" the hat called again.

Louis clearly heard a nasal sound from Draco behind him.

Professor McGonagall read their names one by one, and the little wizards were quickly separated out of the college. When the first Ravenclaw girl appeared, the little eagles at the second table on the left couldn't help standing up and applauding , and even a few senior students shook hands with the little girl.

Immediately afterwards, Gryffindor's first little wizard also appeared, and the long table where Gryffindor lost immediately burst into cheers, and the two red-haired boys booed kindly.

Then the first little wizard in Slytherin was also decided. It was a somewhat gloomy boy. He walked quietly to the long table of Slytherin. The table only remembered sparse applause, which lasted for about a few seconds.

The boy quietly pulled out a chair and sat down at the long table.

This series of behaviors made Louis feel good. Perhaps it was a good choice to choose Slytherin.

He doesn't need so many warm friends, does he?

He thought of snowflakes in Germany, whose existence was seen only for a short time in England.But it’s different in Germany. The long winter in Germany is covered with white snowflakes. However, when the warm sun shines in the spring, those beautiful snowflakes will disappear without a trace.

Most of the little wizards were sent to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and there were not many people left in their long line.

Louis felt the boy behind him finally tense up. Although he had always believed that he would go into Slytherin, waiting always makes people nervous, doesn't it?

"Draco Malfoy!"

When Malfoy was called, Draco put away the emotions he shouldn't have almost instantly. He walked over proudly, as if he was fearless, and when the hat just touched his head, Just screamed, "Slytherin!"

Louis thought it was interesting to see Draco relieved.

Crabbe and Goyle were already sorted into Slytherin, as was Pansy.

Pansy and Draco hugged happily, and Gore opened the bench for Draco, and the four looked at Louis in unison.

In the end, only the savior and him were left.

Louis noticed that Harry Potter, the savior, was so nervous that he was about to cry. He was clutching his sleeves tightly, his face was pale, and his stomach might be rolling.

At the same time, Harry also noticed Louis, unlike his nervousness, the blond boy didn't panic at all, standing in front of the teacher's seat, as if he was standing on the podium of the student chairman, the light of confidence shrouded him .

This made Harry a little envious... He even began to wonder if he might be the one who was mistaken... The gap between him and this boy was really too big.

Maybe when he put it on, the Sorting Hat would scream, "Mistake! Mistake!" And then he saw the cold look on Professor McGonagall's face, the look of disappointment on Hagrid's huge face ... He was forced to go back to the Dursleys' house, and then Dudley's face would be full of sarcasm with countless layers of chins, Aunt Petunia would mock him sharply, his uncle would beat him violently, maybe Dudley would still Will laugh beside me...

Harry shuddered, he was genuinely frightened, he couldn't imagine that after seeing Hogwarts - such a magical world, he could still bear the atmosphere of the Dursleys.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall finally called his name: "Harry Potter!"

Harry stepped forward, he could see some encouragement on Professor McGonagall's face with fine wrinkles, he saw that the blond boy was still expressionless, was he really not afraid?

But no matter what, this time he thanked the other party somewhat, thank Merlin, he is not the last one!

When Harry walked up to the Sorting Hat, the hall suddenly fell silent, and some low whispers sounded, accompanied by beeps.

There is an indescribable depression in the crackling flames.

Louis narrowed his eyes.

It was a long time, really long, during which time Lewis shifted his weight from his right foot back to his left - how long it was, and then the hat yelled: "Gryffindor many!"

The Gryffindor table erupted in unmatched cheers - louder than ever before, as they yelled, "We've got Potter! We've got Potter!"

Except for Gryffindor, who was in a state of extreme excitement, the remaining three houses were all looking at the last tall boy in front of the teacher's seat, and when this boy also decided where he belonged, they could enjoy their dinner up.

Professor McGonagall finally called Louis' name, she looked away from the parchment, looked at him through the glass glasses, and said, "Louis Van Meyer."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

Even Gryffindor has restrained a lot.

The silence of many people is undoubtedly a huge pressure, but the blond boy behaved just like he did before—maybe he hasn’t changed his expression since he entered this hall—and walked into the branch with a deadpan face the front of the cap.

At this time, a girl said loudly: "Ah! I remember who he is!"

This life seemed to have broken the silence in the hall, and the girl's companion asked curiously.

After satisfying the appetite of the table, the girl explained to the little hawks, "I went to Germany this holiday... The Meyer family is the oldest family in Germany." Her expression was very proud, "This The family is quite low-key, if not for my aunt who is also a nobleman in Germany, maybe I wouldn’t even know about it.”

The eaglets all showed expressions of sudden realization.

The girl explained again, "Look, there is a 'Fan' in the middle of his name, which is the middle name given to nobles in the Middle Ages. Think about it, the nobles that existed in the Middle Ages... are several years earlier than Hogwarts." A hundred years."

More kittens showed envious applications.

The Gryffindor lion cubs sitting next to them heard it too. Ron elbowed Harry and said excitedly, "A pure foreigner."

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Yesterday I saw a favorite, um~o(*￣▽￣*)o, so let’s update a chapter, thank you for your support~~~