Chapter 7 Pure Blood (Doge)

In front of the huge oak door, Professor McGonagall, wearing an emerald green robe, observed the nervous little wizard.

"Thank you, Hagrid, just bring him here, leave it to me next." Professor McGonagall said to the relieved Hagrid.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall's eyes swept from the front of the team to the back, "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the restaurant, you need to take an important test.

It will determine which college you will be assigned to. During your time at school, the college is your home, and your classmates will be your relatives in Hogwarts. You will go to class together, live in the dormitory together, and spend your free time in the common room together.

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

Before the voice fell, the little wizards from wizard families immediately whispered to each other. As they exchanged information with each other, some children who were not so nervous turned pale in an instant.

After all, anyone who hears that they have to fight ugly trolls or steal eggs from ferocious dragons to enter school will feel that it is not something they can accomplish.

Many young wizards have even imagined themselves returning home dejected and telling their families that they were eliminated from Hogwarts. Thinking of their parents' disappointed eyes, the scene immediately became tearful.

"Silence!" Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, but did not tell them that their family and friends were just playing a good joke on them, and this prank could even be traced back to their ancestors.

"Each of the four colleges has its own glorious history and has educated countless outstanding wizards. During your studies at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will win extra points for your college, and violations will be deducted.

At the end of the year, the college with the highest score will receive the college cup, which is a great honor. I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you can win glory for your college."

Many little wizards bit their lips and secretly encouraged themselves, at least to be brave, so that their parents might not be so disappointed.

When other little wizards were uneasy, Professor McGonagall finally found her target in the shadow of the little wizard corner on the right.

Grete did not notice Professor McGonagall's eyes, or rather, his attention was completely focused on the torches inserted on the surrounding walls.

When he followed Hagrid up, he noticed these torches. He was sure that these torches must also be the product of magic. When he passed by, he did not feel the slightest temperature from the rising flames.

It's just that whether it's an alchemical product or a torch that is simply transformed by Transfiguration, it should at least follow the most basic laws of physics, which he has verified in the past month of study.

A feather can float on the water, but it will sink to the bottom of the water if it is transformed into a stone.

A knife made of cotton can also be used as a tool, which is a complete transformation from the overall to the microscopic world, but this torch is magical.

Whether it's the flames drifting in the wind or the sparks exploding, they are exactly the same as the torch in the objective law, but there is only light without heat, and the wizard's talent did not remind him that it is dangerous.

So it is probably not radiation, and this phenomenon really fascinates him.

He didn't know that Professor McGonagall didn't observe the savior of fate, the great Mr. Harry Potter, or that Professor McGonagall just glanced at Harry Potter, and more of her eyes were on him.

Harry Potter felt Professor McGonagall's sight, or that since he came into contact with the magic world, everyone who saw him for the first time would cast their eyes on his forehead, the location of the lightning scar.

He has become accustomed to this kind of sight.

What he was not used to was that the witch in front of him, who seemed serious and made him feel that she was not easy to mess with, just glanced at him and didn't even stay for a second.

This long-lost sense of difference made him look in the direction of Professor McGonagall's eyes.

Oh, it turned out to be the cool guy today. Such a genius would certainly get more favor.

Harry lowered his head and thought about how to fight the giant. Ron was the first friend he knew, whether in the Muggle world or the wizard world.

So he believed Ron's words. Ron's brother told Ron that the sorting ceremony was to fight a giant alone, and only those who succeeded could enter Hogwarts.

But what to do, he didn't know any magic, and he couldn't even run fast. Harry couldn't help but worry whether he would die under the giant's feet.

The little wizards here were terrified, and the mascots of Hogwarts and the ghosts of various colleges came out of the wall.

They are not competitive, except for Peeves, the little ghost who is running away in panic at the front of the ghost team, who always brings the biggest emotional fluctuations to their group of ghosts.

The appearance of the ghost is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back, causing screams wherever he goes.

Peeves makes a fuss while running, floating on the head of the little wizard and laughing, which is one of his few ways to be happy. If he has a choice, Peeves hopes that every day is the first day of school at Hogwarts.

The ghosts chased and blocked, shuttled through the team of the little wizard, until they saw Professor McGonagall, Peeves exclaimed and disappeared in front of everyone.

The other ghosts calmed down and talked to the little wizards around them in a friendly manner. The chubby monk-like ghost even recommended the college he attended before his death to the little wizard.

"Little wizards, I hope you will be assigned to Hufflepuff."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, "Now, line up and follow me."

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Even if they had exhausted their imagination, the little wizards, including Gretel, could not imagine that there was such a fantastic and magnificent place in the world.

The ceiling of the auditorium was enchanted, and you could see twinkling stars inlaid in the black velvet night sky. Further down, thousands of candles floated in the air, illuminating the entire restaurant like a white ground, with flickering candlelight and swaying light and shadows that made people intoxicated.

The glittering golden plates, knives and forks, and high-footed glasses, as well as students from other grades of the four major colleges sitting neatly at four long tables, welcomed the arrival of the little wizards.

Led by Professor McGonagall, the little wizards walked all the way to the long teacher's table placed horizontally at the top of the restaurant.

When Gretel passed the teacher's table, he saw Dumbledore winking at him. He knew that Dumbledore was showing off Hogwarts to him, a little wizard from Muggle origin.

On a four-legged stool was a patched pointed wizard hat. It looked very old and dirty. It was estimated that it had not been cleaned since the day it was made.

Under the eager eyes of the little wizards, the Sorting Hat twisted its body, opened a big hole that was more like an unpatched hole than a mouth, and opened its throat.

How to describe the singing?

Perhaps he should apply for the choir of St. Mary's Welfare Home. Those children, big or small, should have a lot in common with him.

Until the applause from the four major colleges became sparse, the Sorting Hat bowed one by one, and then calmed down, like a normal hat.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and unfolded a parchment scroll, "Now, whoever's name I call, come up and put on the hat, sit on the stool and wait for the sorting."

"Hannah Abbott." The little girl with long golden braids squeezed out of the crowd. The little girl was rosy and looked extremely excited.

Almost as soon as they sat down, the hat couldn't wait to shout: "Hufflepuff."

Small Theater

Dumbledore: "See, if you miss Hogwarts, you will regret it."

Gretel: "My respected headmaster, when will my boat ticket be reimbursed?"

Harry: "Is it really okay to flirt with me like this? Am I not the savior?"