Hogwarts: Comprehension is against the sky, strength is flying bricks

The door opens.

A tall, dark-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of the gate.

She looked serious.

Hagrid, the leader of the team, said to the man.

"The first year has arrived, Professor McGonagall."

"Thank you, Hagrid. I'll pick it up here. "

Professor McGonagall responded.

Leave the door wide open.

The foyer is as big as if it could fit a house.

And like Gringotts, the stone walls are surrounded by flaming torches.

The ceiling is so high that the ceiling is barely visible. The façade is a sumptuous marble staircase that leads up to the upper floor.

The young wizards followed Professor McGonagall along the stone floor.

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students to a small, empty room at the other end of the hall. Everyone rushed in, huddled together, nervously gazing at everything around them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall said.

"The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you arrive at the cafeteria, you must first determine which house you each enter into .

"Sorting is an important ritual because the House is like your home at Hogwarts while you're at school."

"You will attend classes with other students in the college, live together in the dormitory of the college, and spend your spare time together in the common room of the college."

This is followed by a cliché introduction.

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"Each academy has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding wizards and wizards."

At this time, the audience did not know who muttered in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, let's say Sledlin raised that person."

Professor McGonagall's face was a little dark.

But he continued.

"During your time at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn your house extra points, and any violation will result in a reduction of points for your house."

"At the end of the year, the house with the highest score receives the House Cup, which is a high honor. I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you will be able to win glory for the college. "

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of the whole school. I suggest that you tidy yourself up and be energetic while you wait. "

With that, Professor McGonagall looked around and left.

After Professor McGonagall left, the little wizards stopped suppressing their nature and started chattering.

"How can they sort us into exactly which academy?"

Harry Potter asked Ron.

"I think it's always a test. Fred said it hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking. "

Harry's heart shook.

"Take a quiz? In front of the whole school? "

"But I can only do one spell now, it is the sleeping curse of Avadaso's life."

And Hermione had words in her mouth.

Listening carefully, it was like quickly reciting the mantra she had learned.

At this time, a strange thing suddenly happened, which frightened the little wizards and jumped up.

There were also a few small wizards who were still screaming loudly.

Twenty or so ghosts suddenly popped up on the wall behind the little wizards.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts glided across the room, exchanging their heads and ears, paying little attention to these first-year students.

They seem to be arguing about something.

Seeing the ghosts doesn't hurt themselves.

There is also a chubby monk-like ghost who is very kind.

The little wizards were no longer so nervous.

The young wizards simply went on to discuss the sorting ceremony.

Some say that there are more spells than who recite them.

Some are to fight giants

Others say that it is a battle royale, and only those who survive can enter Hogwarts.

Oga silently complained in his heart about the big brain holes of the little wizards.

When he heard Professor McGonagall's footsteps outside the door, he suddenly spoke.

"I've heard about that."

"I heard that the Sorting House asked us to first wear a strange, dirty, singing hat."

"By the way, that hat has a lot of patches."

"When you put on a hat, the hat reads your mind and tests your qualifications."

"When there is anything in your mind that is not conducive to the wizarding world or Hogwarts."

"Or come in in troubled waters, and don't have the qualifications to be a wizard."

"The sword hidden in that hat will pierce your brain."

"Then eat you in one hand."

At this time, Professor McGonagall also returned.

The ghosts also fluttered and fluttered through the opposite wall and disappeared.

Professor McGonagall led the young wizards into the Great Hall.

Oga took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention in the crowd.

Secretly gave himself a shot of the Araho hole.

Brainstorm yourself and have more control over your thinking.

Prevent the hat from seeing things that shouldn't be seen.

The rest of the academy class was already sitting around four long tables, illuminated by thousands of candles floating in mid-air.

The velvety black ceiling in the sky is dotted with twinkling stars.

Hermione whispered to Oga.

"Spells have been cast here, and it looks like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, A History of the School."

At the beginning of the period, Oga's words were too detailed, and everyone regarded them as a joke.

Until Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and a wizarding hat on the stool.

The hat was patched, worn out and extremely dirty.

The restaurant suddenly fell silent.

Then the hat started twisting.

The brim of the hat cracked a wide slit, like a mouth.

The hat began to sing.

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't make people look good, if you can find a more beautiful hat than me, I can eat myself..."

Then the little wizards of the first year were quieter.

"It's it, it's it, it's said eat it."

"Hey Oga, you must have been joking just now."

Hermione said to Oga in a low voice.

As if afraid that the sorting hat would notice.

Oga cast a helpless look.

Hermione: "! "

Over there, the Sorting Hat was almost finished singing in its strange tone.

“...... Come and put me on! Don't be afraid! Don't panic!"

"In my hands (even though I don't even have a hand) you are absolutely safe."

The little wizards were terrified in their hearts.

If Oga hadn't just revealed your true face, we would probably have believed it.

"Because I'm a thinking hat!"

After the Magic Sorting Hat finished singing, he bowed to the four tables one by one.

The audience was silent.

The Sorting Hat was a little puzzled.

"Is it your singing skills that have regressed?"

"Shouldn't it be thunderous applause after singing by yourself in previous years?"

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

"Whoever I call now, put on his hat, sit on a stool, and listen to the Sorting House."

The little wizards looked in horror at the "death list" in Professor McGonagall's hand. "

"Hannah Abbot!"

The little wizard who was not called by name sighed.

A pale, most likely frightened little girl with two blonde hair braids, stumbled out of the queue.

As if rushing to the execution ground, resolutely put on your hat....

Sit down and put on your hat, which just covers her eyes.

After a moment's pause.

"Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted.

Instant applause thundered.

The Hufflepuff at the table on the right and all the little wizards in the first year applauded and cheered Hannah.

The Hufflepuff crowd welcomed her to their table.

And the first-grade little wizard is paying tribute to the dead.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terribout!"

"Ravenclaw!"

......

Then one after another little wizards came to power.

"Fortunately, no one has lost their heads because of this."

Ron thought to himself.

"Ron Weasley!"

As soon as he finished thinking about it, the Sorting Hat called Ron's name.

"I wish I wasn't that unlucky bastard."

Ron prayed inwardly.

"Gryffindor!"

Not long after Ron put on his hat, the Sorting Hat shouted.

When Ron walked down, it was obvious that he had the aftermath on his face.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione was called.

Hermione nervously went on stage and put on her hat.

I hope I won't be cut or eaten by this hat.

"What?"

"No, I don't eat people?"

"And it won't hurt the little wizard!"

"What do the little wizards think this year."

"Old hat, my appearance is scary?"

As soon as Hermione put on her hat, the Sorting Hat shouted in Hermione's head.

After a while, the sorting hat shouted again.

"Gryffindor!"

Passing by Oga, Hermione gave Oga a roll of her eyes.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry Potter walked up with a pale face and determination.

"It's time to go to the execution ground yourself!"

Harry Potter thought to himself.

After putting on the hat and a long silence, the sorting hat shouted.

"Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor crowd applauded enthusiastically.

Prefect Percy stood up and shook his hand tightly.

"Oga!"

When Oga was called, Professor McGonagall was a little puzzled.

"Why isn't Oga surname on this?"

"Could it be that his surname is Ominga?"

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