There were little wizards running around in the train aisle all the time. Anton dodged three angry-looking children and turned into the carriage where Ron was.
"Oh my god, Anton, where did you go just now?" Ron said hello while holding up a mouse that looked like it had passed out.
Anton raised his eyebrows. The car was in a mess, as if there had just been a fight.
He had read a lot of Harry Potter fan fiction, and more of the professorial articles. He didn’t remember what would happen here. But he was thinking about the three children who had just left—a child who looked very delicate with blond hair.
In front, two tough-looking followers...
Got it, Harry met Draco, haha.
Smoothly pulling Harry Potter up from the ground, Anton smiled brightly and said, "Hello, my name is Anthony Weasley, Ron's cousin. You can call me Anton."
"Harry Potter." Harry Potter was obviously very happy. He felt that he would make new friends again.
At this moment, Miss Nutria came over with a round-headed child. She pointed hard at Anton, "That's him, Neville. He ate your toad and killed him alive."
, I saw it all!”
The little girl spoke very fast, banging like a machine gun.
"Eating a toad alive?" Harry was so frightened that he quickly broke away.
Anton twitched the corner of his mouth and turned to look at Hermione with a smile, "It tastes great!"
He grinned, revealing his white teeth, which shone in the reflection of the sun, like an evil beast that chose people to devour. Hermione was so frightened that she screamed again and ran away.
Neville looked at him in disbelief, "Did you really eat my toad? That's..."
"Do you believe this?" Anton curled his lips helplessly, "That's a chocolate frog. She saw it wrong. You can go to the locomotive and talk to the person who just spoke on the loudspeaker. Since they can help us,
You can send it to school with a bow, and the toad in the car is fine too."
Neville's eyes lit up, "Thank you!"
Ran away in a hurry.
The train announcement rang again, urging the little wizards to change into their school uniforms as soon as possible.
Anton waved his magic wand, and the suitcase on the frame floated down, and the messy things on the ground flew back to the table.
Since he mastered the floating spell, he can almost live without using his hands. He is too lazy to be saved.
His own suitcase floated in front of him and opened on its own. It was also a suitcase blessed with a traceless expansion spell. He had already prepared his school uniform and put it on the outside.
"Hurry up and change your clothes."
Throwing his coat in, Anton quickly put on the wizard's robe with the Hogwarts logo.
But he saw Harry and Ron looking at him with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" Anton touched his face in confusion.
"Magic!" Harry exclaimed.
"I just noticed that I didn't hear you reciting the spell!" Ron murmured.
"The levitating spell is in our first-grade textbook. It's very simple. You can read it when you have time." Anton explained casually, without intending to show off how powerful he was. He squinted and looked at the carriage door.
Outside, the train slowly stopped.
It was already evening, and there was a dark and small platform, with a small road extending outside the platform.
There was a three-meter tall man waiting there with a lamp.
The corners of Anton's mouth raised slightly.
Hogwarts, here we come.
The first-year students followed Hagrid to the lake, rowed a boat, and after a series of operations that felt like an entrance ceremony, they finally arrived at the restaurant on the first floor of the castle.
They were taken to a small room next to the restaurant to wait for the sorting ceremony.
The ghosts floated over, and the old wizard was among them. He laughed loudly, threw his head high and caught it again, and winked at Anton.
The past graduates of Hogwarts have a tacit agreement to keep the sorting ceremony a secret from the young wizards.
"Fred said it would hurt us a lot!" Ron looked worried.
This statement startled Harry.
Some people say they want to fight a fire dragon, some people say they need to escape from the terrifying scarecrow field, and some people say they need to drink a scary pot of green bubbling potion...
Every parent has a set of words to scare their children. When they are gathered together, even Draco, who looks arrogant, turns pale.
"Don't listen to their nonsense, it's just a wizard's hat." Anton kindly comforted Draco beside him.
"After putting it on, it will judge whether you can become a wizard. If it feels inappropriate, it will just twist your head off."
"That's it?" Draco took a step back in panic, looking at Anton in fear.
"It's okay. I just saw that the ghost has no head, so he is still alive and well." Anton shrugged.
Draco swallowed and decided that if it was really a wizard's hat, he wouldn't wear it even if I killed him.
Harry and Ron looked at the two people with strange expressions. Although they were also scared, seeing Draco trembling with fear, they felt inexplicably better.
until……
A dirty looking wizard's hat was placed on the chair!
The young wizards who had just listened to Anton's words all took a deep breath.
The wizard hat magically opened its mouth and sang:
"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance. If you can find a more beautiful hat than me, I can eat myself..."
The little wizards just stared at the mouth blankly, wondering if Anton's words were wrong.
Instead of having his head screwed off, he was eaten?
So, who was the first to go up to the guillotine?
The tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes picked up the parchment and called her name: Hannah Abbott!
A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.
She sat down.
No one could see her expression, but they could see that she was trembling with fear.
"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Hat.
People at the table on the right began to applaud and cheer, and Hannah Abbott burst into the loudest scream in the history of Hogwarts Sorting House.
He ran down from under the hat in a panic, gasping for air as if he was surviving a disaster.
Seeing her being so excited, the seniors at the Hufflepuff table clapped even louder.
Then, the anxious little wizards came up to the stage to accept the sorting.
Seamus Finnigan was so frightened that he grabbed Harry Potter's sleeve with all his strength. Professor McGonagall read his name three times before he went up tremblingly.
He put on his hat as if he were dead, and then something terrible happened.
The hat murmured on his head for almost a minute before assigning him to Gryffindor.
"Another lie!" Hermione rolled her eyes, walked up with her head held high, and quickly said, "Gryffindor."
Then the proud little girl walked straight to the Gryffindor table.
Harry, Ron and Draco all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Obviously, this is just someone's bad taste.
"You will definitely be sorted into Gryffindor, you nasty and boring person!" Draco said viciously.
Anton smiled slightly and walked up.
The Sorting Hat almost didn't have to think, "Slytherin!"
Draco was stunned.
Harry and Ron were also stunned.
The twins at the Gryffindor table who were about to applaud looked at each other, "Weasley from Slytherin?"
Fred laughed, "That's so interesting. I can't wait to write a letter to Dad. Oh, we have a Slytherin in our family, and Dad's expression will be particularly wonderful!"