Albert picked up the fed and napping Tom, stuffed him back into the cage, and then rushed towards the car door with Fred, George and Lee Jordan.
Everyone went down to a dark and small platform. Although it didn't rain this time at Hogwarts, the cold night still made Albert tighten his tight robe.
In the darkness, a lamp swayed above the students' heads, and a familiar voice came from a distance. Hagrid was greeting the first-year students. It was his task to lead them across the lake.
"Let's go!" Fred called everyone to follow the crowd.
The four of them moved little by little with the flow of people. After crossing the dark platform, they walked a short distance and found hundreds of Yeqi carriages waiting for them.
Albert picked an unoccupied carriage, and after the four people got on the carriage, the carriage followed the long motorcade and set off towards Hogwarts Castle.
Halfway through, Fred, George and Lee Jordan were talking about Harry Potter again. Albert was too lazy to participate and leaned against the window, looking at the brightly lit castle in the distance.
The carriage finally stopped at the stone steps in front of the oak gate. Albert got off the carriage, climbed the stone steps, and was about to enter the castle when he saw Professor McGonagall calling him by the oak gate.
"Mr. Anderson."
George and others who were chatting with Fred stopped and looked over curiously.
Professor McGonagall also stopped Katrina and motioned for the two of them to follow her.
She led them into the room next to the auditorium, closed the wooden door, and after making sure no one was eavesdropping, she took out two timers from her pocket and handed them to them respectively.
"This is a time turner. Wear it around your neck, and one turn represents one hour." Professor McGonagall warned, "Once it exceeds five times, that is, after returning to five hours at a time, it will cause harm to the body.
Bad effect."
"Come again and again, I know how to use it." Albert nodded to show that he knew.
Katrina next to her heard this and glanced at Albert, agreeing to show that she understood.
"Very good." Professor McGonagall did not forget to remind again before leaving: "Don't let others know, and don't use it for things other than studying."
"We promise." Albert and Katrina said in unison.
"Okay, you go to the banquet, I'm going to welcome the new students." Professor McGonagall strode away after saying that.
Albert put the time turner into his leather bag and walked towards the auditorium with Katrina.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan had left a space for him in the front row. The front row was very popular at this time, and everyone wanted to see the legendary Harry Potter up close.
"That should be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Albert's eyes fell on the chair. Next to Snape was a young man with a ridiculous scarf on his head. His face seemed slightly nervous.
Got to be pale.
"Professor Quirrell." Percy said without hesitation the news he had just received from Nearly Headless Nick.
"It seems far less reliable than the first two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors." Albert said softly, "By the way, have they found Professor Smith?"
"Unfortunately, no." Percy had obviously forgotten about Professor Smith from last year. "Almost the entire UK has been searched, but still no one has been found."
"Everyone said he might have been murdered," Lee Jordan muttered.
"The risk of being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is really high. I hope this person can resign smoothly." Albert sighed duplicitously. After seeing Professor Quirrell with a ridiculous scarf on his head, Albert guessed
Voldemort should have possessed the back of his head.
Did Dumbledore really not notice?
It’s really hard to say!
If he hadn't known something in advance, he probably wouldn't have noticed this. He would have just thought it was ridiculous that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had a scarf wrapped around his head.
However, Harry Potter, Voldemort and Dumbledore actually attended the banquet together, which makes me feel inexplicably happy just thinking about it.
"The matter is not as serious as you said. Although no Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has been able to teach for more than one year in recent years, many professors have not had any serious accidents." Percy comforted.
"It is undeniable that this course is indeed a bit evil." Albert muttered in a low voice, "I think that if Professor Quirrell does not resign in advance, something will probably happen to him."
"Stop cursing him." Fred stretched out his hand to cover his face.
"I think if anything happens to Professor Quirrell, it will probably be because of what you just said." George couldn't help but complain.
"Shut up, it's not easy for Professor Quirrell to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Lee Jordan felt that Professor Quirrell would probably die in the end.
The auditorium suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the freshmen who had just entered the auditorium, trying to find the figure of the legendary Potter.
Albert found it. Knowing the information, it was actually easy to find. Next to the red-haired Weasley, the slightly thin black-haired boy with glasses was Harry Potter.
The whispers in the auditorium began to stop, and soon there was complete silence.
Then, the sorting hat in front of the freshmen began to sing:
You may think I'm not pretty,
But never judge a book by its cover.
…
…
Because I am a thinking magic hat!
It was another new song, and this time the Sorting Hat actually bowed to the four dining tables one by one after singing.
Albert felt his face twitching and raised his hands to applaud with the others.
After the applause died down, Professor McGonagall began to call the names. The first one was a little blond girl named "Hannah Abbott", who was sorted into Hufflepuff.
As for the little girl who helped Neville find the toad, it turned out to be Hermione Granger, and as expected she was sorted into Gryffindor.
"I thought she would be sorted into Ravenclaw." Lee Jordan muttered quietly.
"The boy who lost the toad was also sorted into Gryffindor." George turned his head and looked at Albert. He felt that it was better not to compare predictions with Albert.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I thought he would be in Hufflepuff." Fred turned his head and looked at Albert and asked, "How did you know that he would be in Hufflepuff?"
Enter Gryffindor."
"Guess."
When Professor McGonagall called Malfoy, Fred said with disgust: "This guy will definitely be sorted into Slytherin."
Sure enough, as soon as Malfoy's head touched the hat, the Sorting Hat called out Slytherin.
"Do you know him?" Albert asked knowingly.
"The Malfoy children are very annoying. Their family looks down on Muggle-born wizards. In fact, I really want to know what he would use to look down on you." George suddenly laughed maliciously: "
I think you can totally despise him."
Albert glanced at Malfoy, who was welcomed by the Slytherin students, and muttered: "A little brat who was spoiled by his family."
"I like your evaluation." Fred gave a thumbs up.
"Harry Potter!"
When Professor McGonagall called out this name, there was a sudden buzz in the auditorium.
"Is she calling Harry Potter?"
"Is that Harry Potter?"
In order to get a clear look at the legendary Harry Potter, the restaurant was crowded with people. Many people craned their necks hoping to catch a glimpse of Potter. Some students even stood up and looked over there.
This scene gave Albert a sense of star-chasing déjà vu.
After a moment, the Sorting Hat called out Gryffindor.
The Gryffindor table immediately erupted in the loudest cheers.
Percy, who was sitting in the front row, stood up and shook hands with Harry, looking like a leader.
"Look, in Gryffindor." Albert said softly.
Neither Fred nor George heard him, they were shouting: "We have Potter! We have Potter!"
However, Albert noticed Lee Jordan's "really accurate" mouth shape.
He looked back at the guest seat and his eyes fell on Dumbledore. The headmaster was slightly raising his wine glass, seemingly satisfied that his savior was not crooked.