Train to Another World

When the fleet bypassed a reef, the castle of Hogwarts appeared in front of everyone. Of course, the people in the castle also discovered the abnormality here.

The dazzling white light is not so easy to ignore.

Severus Snape, standing in the principal's office, looked at the old man in front of him: "Dumbledore, is this the freshman you mentioned? Humph, Muggle tricks!"

Dumbledore peeled a candy and stuffed it into his mouth: "I have to admit that in some ways, Muggle tricks are indeed more convenient than magic.

You know, few wizards can cast that level of lighting spell."

"It's just a child's show-off. I'll go down first." Snape said, and left the principal's office. After Snape left, Dumbledore took out a mirror from the drawer, and there were two bright red scratches on the frame. Seeing that the scratches did not increase, Dumbledore secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The freshmen who entered the hall were all waiting nervously. After all, scaring freshmen is also a part of the traditional culture of wizards. It was rare that all families could reach a consensus and describe the sorting ceremony as extremely sinister.

Some little wizards were even scared to tears because they heard people around them say that the exam for the sorting was to slay a dragon. Pojun licked his lips excitedly when he heard the news.

Slay a dragon? I heard from Brother Facai before that they had worked together to kill a 100-meter-long dragon, and now it was her turn. She could finally keep up with Brother Li and the others.

Pojun had even put his hand on the dagger at his waist, waiting for the moment he saw the dragon to use the momentum to increase his strength. Otherwise, if he was slow, the dragon would be killed directly by Brother Li.

"Is it time to start school again?"

"Hahaha!"

"Welcome, little wizards!"

Countless milky white ghosts drifted out from the castle wall and began to comment on the freshmen of this year. Pojun was a little stunned. She hadn't performed the secret technique yet, so how could these heroes come out?

Not good! This is not a heroic spirit, but a ghost! Pojun was shocked.

In her world, in addition to the heroic spirits who died in battle and were summoned by the secret technique. Some people become ghosts in the world after they die because they are resentful or the place of death is problematic.

It was okay at the beginning, but after a long time, they will start to attack the living.

But Pojun is not afraid. If a fierce ghost is born, the Taoist priests will naturally take action. But if it is an ordinary ghost, the soldiers of Dashun are not only able to deal with the living.

Pojun's mind moved, and the true qi wrapped the blood and qi from the hundreds of meridians to the heart. In an instant, Pojun became bloodless, like a corpse, and the surface of the body began to lose temperature.

But with a roar from Pojun, the blood and qi entrenched in the heart suddenly exploded with the violent contraction of the heart. Pojun suddenly became red all over, and his skin was congested. The little wizard who was closer to her only felt a rolling heat wave sweeping from where Pojun stood.

This is Dashun's secret military method [Burning Blood]. It uses a breath of military true qi to stir up the blood and qi of the whole body, and maximize a person's yang energy in a short period of time.

A person's yang energy will attract ghosts, but a large amount of yang energy can hurt ghosts.

Pojun pulled out the dagger with his backhand, bit his tongue, and a mouthful of hot blood sprayed on the blade of the dagger. Then, she pounced on a ghost next to her. Not for anything else, just because the ghost's head was almost cut off, only the last bit was left. As a beheading enthusiast, how could Pojun bear this?

Sir Nicholas was about to tease the little wizards. He saw one of the little wizards suddenly screamed, his skin turned red, and then he began to spit blood. In the end, he rushed towards him with blood on the corners of his mouth and a hideous face, like a devil from hell.

When Nicholas reacted and wanted to dodge, the little wizard had already pounced in front of him, and the bloody dagger in his hand had fallen quickly. For some reason, Nicholas, who had become a ghost, was actually afraid of the dagger, as if it was the blunt axe that had chopped him dozens of times.

So he let out a sharp scream!

The dagger did not fall on Nicholas after all, because the little wizard suddenly appeared next to another little wizard. If she hadn't still held the dagger dripping with blood in her hand, the scene that just happened would have seemed like an illusion.

Li Zhuoguang pressed Pojun's shoulder: "These are the specialties of Hogwarts - ghosts, there is no harm."

Hearing Li Zhuoguang's words, Pojun obediently put away the dagger, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if it was not her who had just attacked and injured the ghost.

The hall was quiet, both people and ghosts were silent, but they all moved a little further away from Pojun. Mag opened the door of the hall, saw this scene, and smiled with satisfaction. It seems that this class of students is very obedient, and it should be the best class she has taught recently. Afterwards, Mag took the young wizards to the auditorium and began the sorting ceremony. When they learned that the sorting was just a matter of labeling, the young wizards breathed a sigh of relief and felt that it was no big deal.

Little did they know that it was here that their fate began to take a fork in the road. Perhaps the young wizard who is standing next to you now, smiling and introducing himself, will fall at your feet on a wet and cold rainy night.

They are like this, their fathers are like this, and their grandparents are like this. All wizards in the British Isles come from here, and meeting old classmates after graduation is not necessarily a blessing.

But no matter what, the wheel of history must continue, and no one can stop it. Just like the beginning of many stories, they all start with an ordinary name:

"Hannah Abbott."

"Hufflepuff!"

…

"Harry Potter."

"...Are you seriously ill? Gryffindor!"

…

"Burning Light Li."

"We Easterners have our last name in front of our first name, thank you."

Mag glanced at him, but her restraint still made her decide to respect the other party's customs: "Okay, Li Zhuoguang."

"Azkaban! Azkaban! Azkaban!" The Sorting Hat placed on Li Zhuoguang's head made a sharp blast as if an alarm had been triggered, while sitting at the Gryffindor table Harry, who was on top, cast an envious look.

The other little wizards looked here with disbelief.

Dumbledore glanced at the Sorting Hat, and the Sorting Hat reluctantly made a choice: "I was just joking, Slytherin!"

Li Zhuoguang curled his lips in disdain. Sure enough, the entire Hogwarts was full of prejudice against Slytherin from top to bottom, believing that this academy was only for bad guys. Otherwise, why would the Sorting Hat sort him here?

Seeing Li Zhuoguang walking towards the Slytherin table, the Slytherin seniors all started to applaud reservedly.

Because of the indifferent and slightly disgusted look on Li Zhuoguang's face, he looked like a qualified pure-blood noble. However, they were not very familiar with the family in the East and had never heard of this surname.

…

"Po Jun."

"Ah...forget it, Gryffindor."

The young wizards of this class watched in horror as Po Jun walked towards the Gryffindor table, wondering if the Sorting Hat was broken.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhuoguang became more determined in his thoughts.

At the end of the sorting ceremony, there were fewer and fewer young wizards sitting down. It seemed that it was almost over, but Li Zhuoguang always felt that something was missing. At this time, Snape burst into the auditorium like a big bat, and behind him were three unlucky guys with bruises and bruises.

Li Zhuoguang nodded, now it was all done.