【As long as you don’t lose your nobility, the whole world will be open to you
Arriving at Hogwarts, the first chapter of the main mission begins, and the mission will be unlocked based on the sorting results]
"There can be no more than four people in each boat!" Hagrid said loudly, pointing to the boat moored on the shore. Tom and Hermione got on the boat, and Neville followed them. Hagrid took a boat by himself.
"Are you all on board?" Hagrid shouted. After receiving a positive reply, he announced the departure, and the boats immediately began to drive automatically. The boats rowed across the calm surface of the Black Lake and arrived at the cliff where Hogwarts Castle is located.
Below, beneath the cliff, is a curtain of ivy that covers the cliff, with a hidden, open entrance inside.
Behind the entrance was a dark tunnel. The boat carried the freshmen forward in the dark, and finally arrived at a place similar to an underground dock. The freshmen walked onto a ground paved with gravel and small pebbles.
"Neville, your toad." Tom called to Neville, who left his toad on the boat again.
"Thank you!" Neville was ecstatic and stretched out his hands to hold the toad in his hands. It could be seen that although this guy was very ugly, it was very important to Neville. The freshmen climbed along a tunnel in the rock.
, and finally arrived at a flat, damp grassland in the shadow of the castle.
At this time, there was a huge oak door in front of them. Hagrid knocked on the castle door three times, and the door opened. Many Muggle-born wizards thought there would be a scene similar to Open Sesame, but there was no such thing.
It can only disappoint them.
The door opened, and Professor McGonagall stood behind the door solemnly. Today she was wearing an emerald green robe, and her hair was still combed back into a bun. She brought the first-year students into the foyer.
The entire foyer is luxurious. The ceiling is so high that you can't see the top. The stairs are made of marble. There are blazing torches everywhere on the walls, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day. People who live in the 21st century and enjoy the convenience of electric energy have enough experience.
I'm afraid I don't have much concept of lighting. But you must know that for most of human history, having lighting at night was a luxury. The idiom "cutting through the wall to steal the light" can well reflect this.
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Of course, the authenticity of the story behind this idiom is questionable: after all, ancient people did not live next to each other like modern people, and there was a yard between each house. You, a young man, squatted at the wall of the newlyweds in the middle of the night.
It's a bit creepy no matter how you think about it. And are you sure you can read when you squat against the wall? Isn't it too noisy?
The buzzing sounds of hundreds of people came from a door on the right side of the hall. Students from other grades must have already taken their seats, but Professor McGonagall did not let them in. Instead, he took them to a different room at the other end of the hall.
In a large empty room.
Professor McGonagall waited for all the freshmen to come in and then began to give them an introduction to admission. She told the freshmen that there was a sorting ceremony before the opening banquet. After the sorting, everyone would eat, live and study together. Everyone's performance would be judged by themselves.
Houses win bonus points or deductions, and at the end of the year there's a House Cup...
"...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 and be more energetic while waiting." Professor McGonagall's eyes were twisted in the Neville department.
The cloak, the dirt on the tip of Ron's nose and Harry's chicken coop-like hair moved up.
"When the other side is ready, I will come to pick you up." Professor McGonagall said, "Just wait here, don't move around, and keep quiet."
She left the room.
Everyone was relieved.
Professor McGonagall had the aura of a primary school teacher, which made these eleven-year-old wizards tremble with fear, like thorns in their backs. So after she left, the small room immediately started buzzing like the study room where the teacher had left, and then
The voices gradually grew louder, until eventually it seemed like everyone was talking.
What everyone was most concerned about was the sorting ceremony. Professor McGonagall talked about it a lot, but she didn't talk about the most critical part - how to sort into the houses. I don't know if it was intentional or not.
"How can they accurately assign us to which house?" Harry asked Ron. As soon as this question was asked, the voices around him became a little lower. Many people knew that this red-haired guy had
With five older brothers studying at Hogwarts, the information from him should be credible.
"Some kind of test, right? Fred said it would hurt us a lot." Seeing his new friend's face suddenly turn pale, Ron quickly added: "But I think he was joking."
I don’t know if the branching will cause any harm, but these words are really harmful to the students. Everyone’s heart trembled violently, and everyone around them was also in danger.
"Yes, my cousin also said that he would perform a magic in public." A tall and thin boy agreed with Ron.
Harry's heart sank to the bottom: magic? But he can't even do any magic until now. He regretted not previewing the textbook during the vacation. He looked around anxiously, but no one spoke. Only Hermione spoke
She was mumbling words and reciting the spells she had learned quickly, and from time to time she would ask questions to the boy named Tom next to her. It was hard for Harry to imagine the scene when he handed the letter of withdrawal from school to the Dursleys.
However, Malfoy sneered very disdainfully, crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows, and refuted in his lazy voice: "Nonsense! My father is one of the twelve directors of Hogwarts. He told
I, the sorting ceremony is to test your talent. Only the pure-blood wizards with the best talent can enter Slytherin..."
An extra scene appeared in Tom's mind for no apparent reason:
The young man walked up to a stone tablet and put his hand on it. Then five dazzling characters flashed on the stone tablet:
Demonic power, third stage!
The young man's face was expressionless, with a touch of self-mockery on the corners of his lips. There was 30% stubbornness, 30% unwillingness, 30% anger, and 10% sadness in his eyes. His clenched palms were pricked with nails due to excessive force.
It entered the palm of my hand, causing waves of heartbreaking pain...
"Pfft." Tom couldn't hold himself any longer and laughed out loud.
"Anyone with a little bit of common sense can tell that this is what your dad is trying to trick you into doing. If the most talented students are all in Slytherin, then why is Dumbledore a Gryffindor graduate?" Tom said with a smile on his face.
Teasing Malfoy mercilessly.
When Malfoy saw it was Tom, a blush appeared on his pale face. He originally wanted to say a few more words, but he was worried that he would talk about his ancestor's affair in public.
Fortunately, a large group of ghosts suddenly appeared from the wall, interrupting their conversation.