The leader of HP arrives

Chapter 54 Sorting Ceremony

"Before the sorting ceremony begins, I have a few points to announce. Attention first-year students, no students are strictly prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest. In addition, our administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind you that the corridor on the right side of the third floor is also a restricted area. I don't want to die tragically." Don't go in." Dumbledore glanced around the hall, the freshmen blankly formed into two teams under Minerva's command, most of the little wizards just took their warning as a joke, the Weasley family The two twin brothers laughed eagerly, "Now, the sorting ceremony begins."

Dumbledore blinked at Harry, then put the Sorting Hat on the stool.Before the freshmen could react, piercing singing rang out, and the few little wizards who were the first to bear the brunt subconsciously wanted to cover their ears, but Mag's stern gaze stopped their movements, and the little wizards could only endure Play the magic sound that pierces the brain until the sorting hat has fun.

"Now, when I call someone's name, you all come to the front." McGonagall coughed, and opened the parchment in his hand, "Put on the sorting hat and decide which college you want to join. The college is like your home , Excellent performance can add points to your college, on the contrary, violation of school rules will deduct points from the college. At the end of each semester, the college with the highest score is the winner of the college cup."

"I'm very glad that you can return to Hogwarts." Dumbledore turned his face sideways, looking at the expressions of Quirrell and Dongfang.But the gorgeous silver mask blocked his peeping, and Quirrell just curled his lips nervously.

"This is my honor." Dongfang hooked his fingers, removed the earplugs on his body, and nodded perfunctorily to the old wizard.

"Keep an eye on your toad, Mr. Longbottom." Dumbledore wanted to say something more, but a sudden footstep interrupted his train of thought.The Potions Master's dragonhide boots clattered on the floor, dragging a young wizard by the collar and throwing him into the ranks of freshmen.The poor little wizard seemed to be terrified, trembling and hugging a pet toad in his arms, squeezed among a group of new students.

"Oh, you're here, Severus." Dumbledore nodded, motioned for McGonagall to continue the sorting, and stretched out his hand for Severus to sit on the vacant seat next to Quirrell, "Thanks Merlin, you caught up with the sorting ceremony."

"You, are you okay, Professor Snape?" Quirrell glanced at the pale Potions Professor, who was trembling slightly, as if enduring extreme pain.

"Dras Malfoy."

Severus glanced at Quirrell, raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but McGonagall's voice interrupted him.A little witch with tousled hair jumped off the low stool and ran into the Gryffindor table.Draco's eyes stayed on the teacher's seat for a while, straightened his shoulders and walked out of the team.

"Slytherin." The Sorting Hat answered without even touching Draco's hair.There were a few quiet applause from the teacher's bench, but it made Draco's cheeks blush, and the little nobleman walked into the Slytherin table with an almost ridiculously haughty step with his chin raised.The red robe sleeves flashed in the corner of the eye, which made Severus' face paler. Only the heirs of Slytherin can control such a Gryffindor-style exaggerated and strong color in such a bright red fabric. .

"Ha, another Weasley wizard. I know where to put you - Gryffindor!"

"Harry Potter." McGonagall reached out and took off the sorting hat on Ron's head, and pronounced the name, and exclamations sounded in the hall almost simultaneously.The savior will attend Hogwarts, which is news that every wizard knows, but no one has actually seen this mysterious boy.

"Potter, come to the front." McGonagall pushed the boy to sit on the low stool, and the wide sorting hat quickly blocked Harry's sight.

"Well, it's hard to decide." There was a small voice talking next to his ear, and Harry twisted his body awkwardly, but the voice seemed to penetrate his brain from his ear, "You are very Brave and kind, it can be seen that you are talented. Ah, yes, it is interesting that you are eager to prove your worth—” The sorting hat seemed to be curious about the memories in his brain, and Harry felt a kind of power There was a stir in my brain, and I quickly backed out, "So, where should I put you? Slytherin, or Gryffindor?"

"If you insist, Gryffindor!" The hat that blocked his view was removed, and the cheers that had been waiting for a long time rang out. Harry was stunned for a moment before realizing that the Sorting Hat had announced the result, and hurriedly stood up and asked Ron ran over.

"The last one, Neville Longbottom." McGonagall coughed lightly, motioning for everyone to be quiet, and put the Sorting Hat on Neville's head. One minute passed, and the Sorting Hat still hadn't made a judgment, which made McGonagall look at Dumbledore uneasily.Everyone is well aware of Neville's situation. There may be a Hufflepuff patriarch in the pure Gryffindor family. This is already the tacit fact of Mrs. Longbottom.But the reaction of the sorting house still made her worry, whether the accident a few days before the start of the school day would hurt Neville's magic power, if the sorting hat judged him to be a squib and canceled Neville's admission qualification, what would happen to this already full? What a blow to a traumatized boy.

"I'm going to Slytherin!" The little wizard's angry voice suddenly came from under the sorting hat, which surprised everyone.

"Gryffindor!" The hoarse voice of the Sorting Hat almost roared out a name, and the patched body seemed to tremble with anger, "Neville Longbottom! Gryffindor!"

Neville's neck was flushed red, staring at the potions professor on the teacher's bench with misty eyes, and ran into the Gryffindor table with his toad in his arms.

"Now, I announce the start of the dinner." Dumbledore glanced at Severus, the potion master stood up with a gloomy face, left the teacher's table with a cold snort and disappeared into the corridor.

The sumptuous dinner rewarded the hungry little wizards, and when the last piece of pudding disappeared from the table, Dumbledore tapped his cup, "Before you follow your prefects back to the common room, let us End this banquet with singing. Professor Riddle, please lead the singing."

The old wizard waved his wand, and the golden band of light twisted and spelled out the lyrics in the air.The Hogwarts school song has powerful magical powers. It is not so much a school song as it is a ceremony to activate the Hogwarts magic circle.Joyce once mentioned that any wizard who sang the school song provided a small amount of magic power to maintain the magic circle of Hogwarts every day before leaving Hogwarts. It's not really clear how the magic circle works, it's just that I want to tie myself to Hogwarts school more firmly.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us that whether we are old men with bald heads or children with a broken knee, our minds can take in something interesting .”

Dongfang smiled slightly and stood up, tapped the table with his fingertips to beat the time, and sang the first line of lyrics in response to the melody of the old wizard. The voice that could be lowered a few degrees echoed in the vault of the hall. .

"Because now our minds are empty and our air is full—" The young wizards sang, drowning out the last echo.

Suddenly, a strange feeling rushed out of his body, Dongfang Bubai's body swayed a bit, and he stood on his feet with the help of the table.An irresistible power suddenly appeared in the body, almost quickly absorbing the magic power in the body in a squeezed way. Such a loss of magic power quickly made Dongfang powerless to resist, so he could only give up resistance and stick to the remaining magic power In Dantian.

"Professor Riddle?"

"This seat is just touching the scene, remembering the first time I entered Hogwarts." The last line of the lyrics finally dissipated in the air, and what disappeared was the strange power of the constantly squeezed magic power.Dongfang let out a long sigh of relief, wiped his sweaty forehead calmly, and answered Dumbledore perfunctorily.

"Singing is a kind of magical power, isn't it?" Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes and glanced at the east inquiringly, but the silver mask covered the latter's pale face, "The office of the magic training class is arranged in La Winclaw Tower."

"I know the way." Dongfang glanced around the hall, the students had already left, he coldly refused Dumbledore's lead, and walked in the direction of Ravenclaw.

"Professor Riddle—" Quirrell hesitated, and caught up with Dongfang in the corridor leading to Ravenclaw.

"What's the matter, Professor Quirrell?" Dongfang turned to look at the wizard in front of him. The other party's face still maintained a cowardly expression, but there were a few traces of anger that didn't fit the appearance in his eyes.This made Dongfang Bubai's footsteps hesitate, and calmly withdrew his fingers against the wall.

"I, my office, is also in Ravenclaw—I, hope, hope, to walk with you." Quirrell took a breath and stammered the explanation, "Ravenclaw, password, I, I worry--"

The vague connection at the fingertips disappeared, and Dongfang casually glanced at Quirrell, then turned and continued walking towards Ravenclaw.The emptiness of magic power in the body proves that the strange power just now is not an illusion. From the weak connection felt just now against the wall, it is speculated that the squeezed magic power may have disappeared in the magic circle of Hogwarts.Is it Dumbledore's conspiracy, Hogwarts' instinct, or just a coincidence triggered by the school song——

"What's the content of No. 40 of the Slytherin rules?" The Ravenclaw students had already entered the lounge, and the eagle head on the ring blinked and looked at the two Slytherin wizards in front of the door.

"Don't give anyone a second chance to betray." Eagle's gaze was obviously fixed on himself, and Dongfang read out the answer lightly.The Slytherin rules are hung on the wall of the Slytherin lounge, and any Slytherin wizard can recite these hundred maxims fluently.

"Slytherin rules No. 40 three."

"Fighting for the faith, we are honored even if we die." Such a question seemed to mean something, and Quirrell hesitated for a few seconds before answering the second question.The door finally opened slowly. Dongfang Bubai glanced at the wizard who was still sluggish in place, walked into the corridor of Ravenclaw silently, and walked to the second floor.

"Professor Riddle—" the footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and a faint voice came from behind, "Professor Riddle, or—His Royal Highness Slytherin."

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