The little life of a platinum darling

The rain had already started to fall while still on the Hogwarts Express, and it was getting bigger and bigger when we got off the train.Although Impervius (rainproof and moistureproof) has been used, the muddy ground still inevitably brings great inconvenience to everyone.

The question of the attention ceremony that belongs to all the people in the hall that will be received when entering the hall has actually been calculated by the two Malfoy brothers.

The two raised their chins slightly in unison, and walked across Ravenclaw's territory like a "Malfoy", walking towards the long table of Slytherin.

Draco and Pansy, who became Slytherin prefects this year, sat right in the middle of the long table.Feverret and Blaise looked at each other, and Blaise shrugged, and sat automatically and consciously in the second position in the fourth-grade area.

Feiwenruite gave him an appreciative look with satisfaction, and sat down to the first place in the fourth grade.The seats for the fourth graders were in the middle of the long table, and the chief seat was sitting next to the prefects, so Draco was on the right of Feverritt.The two people have exactly the same dazzling hair color, the same appearance, and even the similar movements when they sit down, all of which made the eyes that were chasing the two of them become more intensive all of a sudden.

Draco frowned slightly, then raised his eyes and scanned the entire hall.Although the results were not very good, at least the Slytherins were sensible people who knew that they should divert their attention as soon as possible at such a time, which made both of them more or less relaxed.

"I didn't see Lockhart." Blaise pointed to the vacant seat on the professor's bench and turned to them.

It really is.Fivenret looked up at the position on the professor's chair that belonged to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the boy he met in Diagon Alley who called himself Gryffindor.

At this moment, the door of the restaurant was opened to both sides with a "bang", and Prof McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor who was dressed in Slytherin as in previous years, entered the hall with a group of young wizards behind him.She asked the freshmen to stop in the middle of the hall near the professor's bench, and then walked up to the sorting hat that had already been placed on the high stool.

The Sorting Hat waited for her to stand still, and then a big mouth-like opening was split from the top of the brim, and it sang a new song that it had been writing for a whole year like today every year before.Then it tilted the brim of its hat, which was a bow to everyone.

"Okay, now, those who heard my name come up and sit on the stool. When the sorting hat announces your respective colleges, go and sit at the corresponding table." Professor McGonagall unfolded the sheepskin in his hand Paper, started sorting.

"Stuart Ackley."

A boy walked forward tremblingly, held up the sorting hat, put it on tremblingly, and sat on the stool beside him.

"Ravenclaw!" The Sorting Hat decided his whereabouts after a while.

In this way, the little wizards who came later more or less reduced their sense of uncertainty, and the little wizards whose names were called later were not so nervous.

When the little wizards had all entered the college they were supposed to go to, there was only a blond boy standing in the open space between the long tables of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor in the middle of the hall.

"Cough cough," Dumbledore, who was originally sitting on the professor's chair, coughed and stood up under everyone's attention: "I think everyone must be a little curious, why is there a person standing there?" He paused After a while, after receiving a satisfactory response, he continued: "First of all, let us warmly welcome the only transfer student in Hogwarts in the past 100 years. As for his name, I think you will be surprised," he said She blinked playfully, "Let us welcome Mr. Godric Gryffindor as our classmate!"

The hall became extremely quiet in an instant, and no one even remembered the routine applause.But Gryffindor, who was standing in the middle, didn't seem to feel such a weird atmosphere at all. He bowed slightly to everyone gracefully, and then looked up at the professor's seat with a reserved smile: "Dear professors, please forgive me. I am so excited now, I can't wait to know which academy I will go to."

"Of course," Dumbledore smiled kindly, "It's time to sort our new partner."

Although Godric had mentally prepared himself many times when he was down there just now, seeing the Sorting Hat up close and thinking about the fact that he was going to wear it still made him struggle very much at the moment.

He stared fixedly at the solemn sorting hat that Prof McGonagall was holding in his hand, and he was extremely reluctant to put such a hat full of scars and dirt on his neatly combed blond head.It wasn't until the sorting hat twisted uncomfortably that he finally sat on the high stool reluctantly under Prof McGonagall's urging eyes, and then the hat with a wide brim was pressed down.

Both Fevinret and Draco paid attention to the boy.From the moment Godric came in, they had already seen him at a glance.

At this moment, I saw that Gryffindor sat motionless on the high stool for a full 5 minutes, and then used two impatient words while the Sorting Hat raised the pitch of "Gryffindor!" The index finger and thumb of one hand took off the sorting hat on his head with a look of disgust, and walked towards the long table of Gryffindor.

"Sure enough, a Gryffindor," Draco whispered to him.

Feveret frowned: "I still think he's weird."

"My feeling is no less than yours." Draco pouted and said.

But they didn't talk for long, and Dumbledore stood up from his seat again: "Everyone, before starting a sumptuous dinner, you still have to listen to what I, an old man, have to say as before. First of all—" He extended the ending, "Mr Filch would like me to tell you that this year, a few more items have been added to the prohibited items in the castle. They are screaming balls, toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 430 seven items. Filch's office can see it, and those interested can check it themselves."

"Oh..." A clear sigh came from the long table of Gryffindor.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times, and then he continued: "Just like every year before, I have to remind everyone here that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the playground is absolutely forbidden for students to enter. , and Hogsmeade village, students under the third grade are not allowed to visit."

Then he paused, and waited until all the booing students had quieted down, and then continued: "I have to tell you one more thing with great regret. This year, we will not hold a Quidditch match between houses. .”

"What?!" There was an explosion in the hall, especially the Quidditch players of several colleges, their faces blushing with anger.

"Don't be restless," Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, "There is a reason for this! This is because there is a very large event that will start at Hogwarts in October, and it will continue for the rest of the year." The whole school year has taken up a lot of time and energy of the professors. But I believe that all of you will get a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"