28 ways to die for HP wizards

It was unclear whether it was the brash Gryffindor who cast a shadow over the opening ceremony, or whether his death turned the opening ceremony into a vague carnival.

Elizabeth felt that before the train moved, the little wizards on the whole train knew what was going on.The little wizards temporarily threw the little bit of anticipation or nervousness about the start of school or school sorting into the distance.The sound of coming and going can be clearly heard in the box, and it seems that the sound of reckless running around is everywhere.But no one could open the door of the carriage again.

This train car of the Hansenton family is a very interesting little mechanism. Perhaps Elizabeth's grandfather is looking forward to the normal development of the family's little wizards in the future to study at Hogwarts.

Only when the little wizard of the Hanselton family is on the train, this train compartment "exists", and the person who can open the door of the compartment must be a relative or close friend within the three generations of the little wizard.

The senior who had opened the door to say hello and say goodbye earlier was Evra DeVante, the youngest son of Elizabeth's grandmother's natal family.He didn't look like he wanted anything to do with Hanselton's notorious witch, and the kid in second-hand robes was ignored.

So until the station arrived, no one could open the door of this carriage again.

Elizabeth was glad she hadn't kicked out the little wizard named Tom, otherwise she would have had to sit in the carriage by herself, which was more comfortable, but it really wasn't a good start to the term.When she was studying at Muggle school, the girl who was alone was always the one who was the most bullied.

And Tom is a really good conversationalist.Elizabeth felt that he should have memorized all "Standard Spells" from levels one to four and "Magic Theory".That's not easy. You must know that many of them are the contents of the NEWTs exam, and the general OWLs level does not require memorizing all of them.And Tom wasn't even enrolled.

Talking about this, Tom seemed a little shy, with a happy light on his shy face, and said a little incoherently:

"Yes, I think you know, those are fascinating, I may not be able to play them, but it is very pleasant to know. I mean Elizabeth you come from a magical family, I must try harder... I seem to say the wrong thing Yeah?"

Elizabeth could only smile. She didn't find anything fascinating in Standard Spells or Theory of Magic. Needing and liking were two different things.A lady in an average magical family would probably prefer such a compliment today.Of course, Elizabeth also liked this little wizard, and they could call each other by their names intimately now, and they hadn't even known each other for more than two hours.

With Tom's gracious help, Elizabeth climbed into the carriage heading for the castle, thinking silently, this is really a likable boy, to the extent that it is even a little frightening.

The only thing she couldn't understand was that "Riddle" must not be one of the surnames that could open the compartment door.And she hadn't heard of any families that had expelled witches or witches who married Muggles.Or an illegitimate child?

When they arrived at the castle, a professor of transfiguration named Dumbledore and the newly enrolled little wizard explained the four colleges.As far as Elizabeth was concerned, the professor seemed to be off to a good start. He was very amiable, with pretty blue eyes.In particular, the stone-transformed dachshund cast by the soothed wizards is really a very good magical ability.Elizabeth was somewhat looking forward to getting such a professor.

Then there was the sorting activity as usual. The sorting house had no mystery to Elizabeth. She and Tom stood quietly side by side among the little wizards. Most of the little wizards around looked nervous. Elizabeth heard the little fat man behind her muttering:

"No Hufflepuff, no Hufflepuff..."

Those sitting at the dining table were even more chaotic, whispering everywhere. They obviously had no interest in sorting. Elizabeth guessed that they were talking about the Gryffindor who broke his neck earlier.

Hansenton is one of the founders of Hogwarts, a descendant of the youngest daughter of the respected Ms. Helga Hufflepuff, who inherited Hufflepuff's reputation for proficiency in herbal cultivation and innovation in potions.

They were a traditional Hufflepuff family when Hanselton was still at Hogwarts.

But even so, Elizabeth knew that Hufflepuff's reputation was not good now. Ms. Hufflepuff was a generous and great wizard who was willing to teach many people and promised to treat them equally.Over the years, the Gryffindor hat has always handed over to Hufflepuff the students left over from other schools.

However, Elizabeth has studied that in the past [-] years, there is not much difference between the winners of the Order of Merlin who were born in Hufflepuff and other colleges.Time and facts have proved Hufflepuff's excellence.

Elizabeth is full of affection for her ancestors' college and her possible future college.

Then she and Tom were assigned to Slytherin successively. Elizabeth made sure that the hat hadn't touched her head before calling out Slytherin's name.The Slytherins' applause to Elizabeth was restrained and polite enough.They took it for granted that Miss Hanselton went to Slytherin.

It seemed like a gossiping and gossipy hat, Elizabeth remarked silently as she walked to the Slytherin table with a smile.

After the absent-minded sorting ended, President Armando Dippet waved his hands and began his lengthy speech.The little fairy gave a gentle accompaniment to the rhythm of the bell.Elizabeth was studying the senior grades at the dining table, sitting upright with her hands behind her back, maintaining basic etiquette, in fact, her mind was empty, and under the hypnosis of the music, she even wanted to yawn.

"...I think you all know about the unfortunate incident that happened at the station today, and I reiterate... Finally, I still want to remind you that no matter what the circumstances, entry into the Forbidden Forest is prohibited..."

When Dippet mentioned this, someone at the Slytherin dining table whispered to the newcomers that there was a first-year nugget wizard last year who went crazy and broke into the Forbidden Forest at night and was trampled to death by the horsemen.

"Last year was also Gryffindor," he concluded.

Then there was a low chuckle from the Slytherin table.The principal's speech just ended, and a sumptuous dinner finally appeared on the long table.

Elizabeth ate a few symbolic mouthfuls. In fact, half of the witches at the Slytherin table did so. It would be unseemly to eat too much.

The dinner ended with the chorus school song. Elizabeth followed the seniors to the luxuriously decorated cellar, and silently grasped her magic wand. People who eat too much tend to be dull, and she can't show timidity in the next thing.

That's why she didn't like Slytherin, who was well aware of Slytherin's famous tradition of giving newcomers a hard time.

The author has something to say: In fact, at the beginning of writing, I set the era of the heroine to be Harry's era, and then I went to Tom's era as I wrote it.And I don't like Voldemort at all, but writing this chapter feels like Tom is so cute.