hp Ouroboros

There were not many first-year freshmen, and they seemed to be walking downhill along a steep and narrow path following the tall man who was as tall as a hill.It was pitch black on both sides of the path, except for the lantern in the man's hand and the faint moonlight, there was no other light, and no one spoke along the way.

"Turn this corner, and you will see Hogwarts immediately." The tall man turned around and said.Perhaps because of his huge stature, his voice was also extremely loud.

A black lake appeared at the end of the path, and on the other side of the lake, a majestic castle stood on a high hillside. Through the windows on the castle that were twinkling under the starry sky, one could clearly see the height of the entire castle complex. There are many towers, solemn and solemn.

"There can be no more than four people in each boat!" When the little wizard was staring at the castle in a daze, the man had already come to the lake, and he pointed to a group of small boats moored on the shore and said loudly.

Sylvia and Camille boarded the boat, and then two little wizards, a boy and a girl, followed.

The man took a boat by himself, "Are you all up? Go ahead!" The boat sailed across the mirror-like lake.Everyone stared silently at the huge castle in front of them.As they approached the cliff on which the castle stood, it seemed to tower over them.

"Heads down!" Hagrid yelled as the first boats approached the cliff.All bowed their heads, and the boat carried them through the curtain of ivy that covered the face of the cliff to the secret open entrance.They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to go beneath the castle, and at last they came to what looked like an underground pier, and then climbed up a patch of gravel and small pebbles.

They climbed a tunnel in the rock under the light of the man's lantern, and at last they reached a flat meadow in the shadow of the castle.

Climbing up a section of stone steps, a huge oak door appears in front of you.

"Is everyone here?" The man looked back at the team, then raised a huge fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.

A black-haired witch in a dark red robe opened the door.She was tall, thin and serious.

"Freshman, Professor McGonagall," said the man.It seems that the rigid and serious professor in front of him who is obviously not easy to fool is Camille's temporary guardian. Think about the picture of the gloomy and expressionless Camille standing with this Professor McGonagall... that is really a disaster.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me later."

She opened the door wide, and the foyer after entering was extremely spacious, and the high-ceiling design made the whole space even wider.The surrounding stone walls are filled with blazing torches.They followed Professor McGonagall along the stone floor.There was a hum of voices coming from the door on the right, and the rest of the school must have arrived—but Professor McGonagall led the first-years into a small empty room at the other end of the hall.Everyone rushed in, rubbing shoulders and huddling together, staring nervously at everything around them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term dinner is about to begin, but before you go to the dining hall, you must first confirm which college you have entered. Branching is a This is an important ceremony, because the college is like your home at Hogwarts while you are at school. You will attend classes with other students in the college, live in the college dormitory together, and spend time together in the college common room After school time."

"Hogwarts consists of four colleges, they are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each college has its own glorious history and has cultivated outstanding Wizards and wizards. During your time at Hogwarts, your good performance will earn your house points, while any violations will cost your house points. At the end of the year, the house with the highest points will receive a house Cup, this is a very high honor. I hope that no matter which academy you are assigned to, you can win glory for the academy."

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that you tidy up yourselves while waiting. I will pick you up when it is ready." Professor McGonagall said, "Now ,Please keep quiet."

Professor McGonagall walked out of the room, and the bewildered young wizards gathered together in twos and threes to discuss the matter of the branch.

Although she didn't know exactly how she would be sorted later, Sylvia had thought about sorting before.

There is no doubt that the seemingly mediocre Hufflepuff is not her home.While she admired the dedication of some Gryffindors, most Gryffindor behavior seemed to her to be synonymous with recklessness, which obviously didn't suit her.

She is a survivor. In order to live a better life, she has learned to observe her words and actions from a very young age, and then adjust her words and deeds. Almost everyone who has been with her likes her... well, it seems Except for Camille, which must have been a small accident, after she shared the snacks with Camille, Camille seemed to treat her better.In Camille's eyes, she is not as good as that pile of cheap snacks... Sylvia shook her head slightly, shaking her head out of the slightly frustrated feeling.

Ravenclaw and Slytherin are two of Sylvia's favorite choices.Ravenclaws are said to be intelligent, and they have their own separate library.

As for Slytherin... Although Sylvia thinks that her character is probably the most similar to the interpretation of Slytherin House, it is said that they do not accept wizards of Muggle descent, which makes Sylvia a little uncertain.

Most people start to remember things around the age of four or five or even later, but Sylvia is different. Even though those memories were just some intermittent pictures when she was very young, they are still different from ordinary people after all.

Her first memory was composed of several images: a man wearing a mask appeared in a blinding white light—later she knew that it should be a hospital, and the man should be the obstetrician who delivered her mother Then there was the blood all over the floor and the pale woman lying on the bed. She still remembered that woman looked at her, and then gradually lost her vitality. Her blue eyes were like a deep pool that no longer filled with living water. Dimmed - Sylvia thought maybe it was her mother dying after giving birth, she was probably being held in the arms of a doctor or nurse, and the stupid medical staff just let her look at her like this mother died in front of her...

Although she didn't feel sad at all, Sylvia felt that she couldn't blame her for being cold-blooded. Except for the scene in the hospital, she didn't have any impression of 'mother'. She didn't leave anything to her, not even her name. It was later obtained by social workers in the foster care system.

The mother who died before she had time to look at her should be a Muggle, so if her father who has never met is also a Muggle, then she will be a so-called Muggle wizard, and Slytherin may accept excellent half-blood wizards, But never heard of a bitch wizard from Slytherin...

Professor McGonagall is back "Now, stand in single file," Professor McGonagall said to the first-years, "follow me."

Camille followed behind a boy with light tawny hair, and behind her was Sylvia, who was offering her a snack.She didn't feel nervous at all. She wasn't a wizard in the first place, and the wolf's poison that almost killed her not only brought her an extremely inconvenient werewolf life, but also brought her magic power, which was already a surprise enough.As for the academies... Camille didn't give the slightest thought to the differences between the four academies.

Follow the procession through the foyer, through a double door at the rear and into the grand dining room.

All the little wizards were shocked, probably they had never seen such a magical, beautiful and magnificent place.Seniors from other grades in each college were already sitting around four long tables, and thousands of candles floated in the air to illuminate the dining room.Glittering silver plates and goblets stood on four tables.There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is the seat of the professors.

Professor McGonagall led the first-years over there and made them line up.

Among the senior students watching them from below, there was a hazy dot of silver light, which seemed to be something strange, but Camille didn't care much, she was looking up at the dots of starlight on the velvety black ceiling, It's hard to believe that this luxurious restaurant isn't open-air.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a pointed wizard hat on the stool.The hat was patched, worn out, and very dirty.

There was no sound in the dining room.Then the hat twisted.There was a wide slit in the brim like a mouth—and the hat began to sing:

You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge a book by its cover,

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny,

Make your top hats smooth and crisp,

I'm the top hat for the Hogwarts test,

Naturally, it is much taller than your hats.

any thought hidden in your mind,

Can't hide from the golden eyes of the devil's hat,

Try it on, and I'll tell you,

Which college should you go to.

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is courage buried in the bottom of my heart,

Their courage, boldness and chivalry,

Make Gryffindor stand out;

You may belong to Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuffs are stoic and honest,

Not afraid of hard work;

If you're smart,

Into wise old Ravenclaw, perhaps,

Those who are wise and learned,

Will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,

Maybe you make a true friend here,

But those cunning and insidious people will do everything possible to

to achieve their goals.

Come put on me!Don't be afraid!

Never panic!

In my hand (although I don't even have a hand)

you are absolutely safe

Because I am a thinking magic hat!

It turned out to be just a hat!It can be seen that the tense faces of the little wizards were all relieved, and some even showed a slight expression of gnashing their teeth, probably because they were deceived by some relatives.

Then Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever I call now puts on a hat and sits on a stool," she said, "Noble Anker!"

A pale, brown-haired boy staggered out of the queue and put on his hat, so large that it covered his eyes.The hat twisted over his head. "Hufflepuff!" the hat called.

The people at the second table on the right burst into applause and enthusiastic cheers, and some senior students even stood up to welcome him to sit at the long table.

"Akkad Cynthiana" Sylvia recognized him as the boy she and Camille had just sailed with. He had black hair and didn't look very conspicuous, but at least he was calmer than Norber just now. Not a lot.

"Ravenclaw!" the hat yelled.

This time the second table on the left clapped their hands.When Akkad joined them, several Ravenclaws rose to shake his hand.

"Camille"

Camille, who was in front of her, turned a deaf ear to the disrespectful comments about why she didn't have a surname. She walked forward with a blank expression, and sat on the high chair and was capped by Professor McGonagall.

The tattered hat was very obtrusive on her black shiny hair. The hat was twisted on her head for a while, and Camille's expression did not change at all during the whole process, still looking gloomy, like every day Everyone owes her money... Sylvia sneered inwardly.

Sylvia felt that the hat had been thinking about it for a long time, two or three minutes had passed, and finally when the discussion among the students below was getting louder, the Sorting Hat opened its mouth, "Gryffindor!"

Although Camille's identity was somewhat suspicious, the enthusiastic Gryffindors burst into cheers, but Sylvia swore that she saw Camille bursting into cheers from the group of Gryffindors, nothing On the expressive face, Hei Jun frowned very briefly but severely.Looks like someone isn't too fond of Gryffindor-style cheers.

"Silvia Cassandra!" Silvia stepped forward.Her delicate face and long silver-gray hair caused a chattering discussion among the students again.

Before putting on the broken hat, Sylvia thought that the hat would hesitate a little between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, but she didn't expect that the Sorting Hat hadn't even had time to be put on her head. her hair, the Sorting Hat screamed, "Slytherin!"

Although the Slytherin students had never heard of Sylvia's surname, they still gave a little applause with restraint—Slytherin also welcomes excellent half-blood wizards.

Sylvia, who was very sensitive to sight, felt the gaze from the professor's chair, but she didn't look back, and walked steadily towards the long Slytherin table with a charming smile on her face.