Harry's sorting took a long time, and it was so long that all the houses were crowded, and everyone strained to raise their necks to look at the little wizard who was shrouded in the Sorting Hat.
Until the end, the Sorting Hat seemed to compromise, announcing Harry's affiliation with a long, almost desperate groan: "Gryffindor."
At that moment, the entire Gryffindor was in a state of excitement, and shouts led by the Weasley twins resounded throughout the restaurant, "We have Potter! We have Potter!"
Although other colleges were disappointed, they still applauded in friendly ways to express their celebration.
Except for Slytherin, everyone from the dean to the newly assigned first-year students had their hands intertwined and looked frosty.
However, Harry only felt that the excitement at the scene had nothing to do with him. He took off the Sorting Hat and stood up. Harry looked at the last seat of Ravenclaw in the distance, feeling a sense of sadness and loss.
Gretel, who was enthusiastically consulting with Ms. Gray on whether the magical world in the eyes of ghosts was different from the magical world in life, also paid some attention to Harry and felt his gaze.
"???"
Others may think that Harry is just observing other houses, but as the center of the point of view, Gretel can clearly tell that he is actually observing himself.
"What's going on with these two? Fortunately, I'm here in Ravenclaw." Gretel expressed congratulations on his wit.
Fortunately, Harry finally knew that he had become a member of Gryffindor, and under Percy's guidance, he sat at the Gryffindor table.
The little wizard's emotions always come and go quickly. Although he can't be in the same college as Cool Brother, he is very satisfied that he finally has a destination, and he has not been sorted into Slytherin, which he dislikes the most. This is enough.
Make him happy for a long time.
Draco Malfoy and his followers left such a bad impression on Harry, and coupled with the black sea of Slytherin when everyone just celebrated, Harry sincerely hoped that he would never have anything to do with Slytherin.
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There were only three people left in the long sorting team, and Lisa Dupin became Gretel's classmate.
The red-haired Ron inherited the tradition of the Weasley family and became a heroic Gryffindor. Fortunately, he did not look at Ravenclaw, otherwise Gretel would really feel like he was going to explode.
When Blaise Chabini fell into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony of the 91st class of young wizards was successfully completed.
Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and left with the Sorting Hat in hand, but Gretel found that compared to before the sorting, the professor's attitude toward the pointed wizard hat seemed less friendly.
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"Well, welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year!" Dumbledore smiled broadly and stretched out his arms, as if hugging all the students.
"Well, before the banquet begins, let me say a few words: Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it! Thank you everyone!"
Gretel stared at the plates in front of him with wide eyes, watching them suddenly being filled with food. To be honest, compared to the tempting food in front of him, he was more curious about the principle and essence of this magic.
But he didn't have a reference book at hand, and he couldn't rush to the stage to ask Dumbledore for advice. So, Gretel's card worker, activate.
To be honest, this meal is the best meal Gretel has eaten so far.
St. Mary's Orphanage will not starve the children, but given the financial level of the orphanage, it is impossible to provide such a sumptuous meal.
Even with the recipes he had improved in the orphanage, even if a clever woman was struggling to make ends meet, they still couldn't compare to the juicy veal, charred roast chicken and countless steaks at Hogwarts.
By the time everyone had finished their meal, the food piled on the table disappeared in an instant, not even a trace of residue or a drop of broth was left. Pudding, desserts and ice cream appeared so suddenly.
Unable to restrain his desire to explore, Gretel suddenly reached out and took out a small cup of ice cream before everyone stopped and the desserts on the table disappeared.
It seemed that because of his sudden behavior, the dinner plate was stuck for a moment when it disappeared. Unless he was so focused, he wouldn't have noticed it at all. After all, the dinner plate next to Sally Dupin still slid away smoothly.
"Have you not finished eating yet?" Sally Dupin asked in surprise. She clearly remembered that Gretel stopped eating ten minutes ago.
"No, I just suddenly wanted to have some more desserts."
Quickly swallowing the small amount of ice cream in the cup, Gretel carefully placed the tall open cup containing the ice cream on the table.
Huh~
The speed of the cup disappearing is like that of a child who finally received lucky money from his parents. What stands out is his quickness to prevent regrets.
Grete roughly guessed that magic was related to the house elves in the kitchen, and decided to sneak into the kitchen to study it sometime.
The restaurant gradually returned to silence, and the mastermind of the savior-building plan, the world's most powerful white wizard, the principal of Hogwarts, and the great Professor Dumbledore began to make targeted traps.
Apart from the forbidden forest that is mentioned every year, Filch's reminder, and trivial matters such as Quidditch, Dumbledore specifically reminded, "If you don't want to suffer an accident and die in pain, please do not enter the fourth floor.
Corridor on the right."
Gretel clearly heard that Dumbledore had added an accent to the words "corridor on the right of the fourth floor", and it was not like he was reminding the forbidden forest not to enter because of the ferocious beasts, which caused Gryffindors to whisper to each other.
Hehe, thick eyebrows and big eyes are a dirty trick, right? It's against Gryffindor's Noble Phantasm.
Gretel was once again grateful that he was a Ravenclaw, a wise Ravenclaw.
"Everyone chooses his or her favorite tune, prepares it, and sings it."
Facts have proved that even the wise Ravenclaw can't do everything well, especially the school song, which has no unified melody at all, making it difficult for anyone to sing it well.
Gretel swore that compared to the level of this group of people, the children in the choir of St. Mary's Welfare Home seemed to have become the stars of tomorrow.
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The prefect of Ravenclaw doesn't seem to be a talkative person. Apart from explaining necessary things to the first-year wizards, he rarely speaks much.
It's more like thinking about something, but most Ravenclaws are always like this, so Ravenclaws always seem to be a little independent from the world.
The Ravenclaw Common Room is located at the top of the Ravenclaw Tower on the west side of the castle. It has the best view in the entire Hogwarts. This benefit was created by Rowena Ra, the first head of Ravenclaw.
Vinclaw arranged it himself.
After all, the entire Hogwarts floor plan came from her hands.
"This is our common room. Unlike other colleges, our door does not have a password. You can only enter the lounge by answering the question of the eagle ring. Otherwise, you have to wait for others to open the door for you or sleep in a sleeping bag. Of course, as
Wise Ravenclaw, you should not be unable to answer the question."
After saying this, the prefect rang the eagle ring, answered the question of which came first, the fire or the phoenix, and went straight in.
If it was such a simple question, Ravenclaw would certainly not be unable to answer it, but Gretel noticed that there were many sleeping bags hanging on the wall next to the eagle ring.
Grete decisively realized that these sleeping bags were prepared for some unlucky people. After all, the possibility of sleeping together for seven years without causing mischief was almost zero.
He could already imagine that on a dark and windy night, a latecomer was stumped by a question specially provided for an eagle ring, and got into his sleeping bag pitifully.
Of course, this person will definitely not be him. He will only become the mediocre mastermind who secretly provides problems in the dark and windy night.