Chapter 10

Sure enough, ten seconds later.

"Silence."

With the faint and old voice, all the whispering children around were quiet. It was as if someone had pressed the volume off button.

A thin old man with gray hair slowly turned out from behind the flaming hall. He was dressed in a bronze robe, with the back of his hand behind him and his eyes as sharp as a falcon.

This is some unknown teacher in the school.

Hoffa's breathing is a little bit depressed. I don't know why. When he saw the old man, he felt that the current Hogwarts might be much stricter than 50 years later.

The old man walked slowly in front of the freshmen with his hands behind his back: "you will learn a lot in Hogwarts, but the first thing you need to learn is not magic, but discipline."

Where the old man's eyes swept, the freshmen lowered their heads without exception.

"The division ceremony is about to start. It is indisputable that which college is assigned to. Come with me. "

The old man finished very succinctly, without explaining to them.

With one hand behind him, he turned to the hall and walked in a rather domineering manner.

Led by the old man, a group of new students walk through a Gothic corridor tens of meters high, with flames burning every ten meters on the wall.

A few students around whispered.

"Is that vice principal Adebayor?"

"... it's fierce. It's more fierce than the legend."

"Shh!"

As soon as they said a few words, someone quickly told them to shut up. They looked scared and even shrunk.

Adebe goshak, it's him.

Hoffa glanced at Miranda's calm face.

So, this old man is her grandfather. It looks really strict.

Thinking about it, Hoffa looked around. There are no ghosts walking around here. Quiet only new footsteps, the eyes of those paintings on the wall with them slowly rotating, but mostly silent.

Across the corridor, a group of freshmen came to the auditorium of Hogwarts.

The solemn and dark auditorium was covered with blue carpet.

The surrounding voices were a little louder, but they were all very restrained and whispered. It's not at all like talking and laughing freely on the train.

It's not as romantic as in later novels, there are not hundreds of burning candles, there are no warmly welcomed Prefects.

The lighting here is provided by the brazier.

All around the walls are braziers. Every time the freshmen walk, the brazier lights up and the hall lights up.

Above the ceiling dome, thousands of bright stars are spinning slowly in the dark.

Such as the ancient and obscure astrology, profound, serious and rigid.

Hoffa looked at the classroom mat in the crowd. In the middle of the mat was an old man with a white beard. He had evil eyes, a thin figure and half bald hair.

Armando dipert is the current headmaster of Hogwarts.

Just a glance at Hoffa confirmed that this guy was not Dumbledore's kind of headmaster at all.

There was no gentleness in his eyes, only examination.

No wonder the whole school is full of rules and order.

Of course, Hoffa also saw Dumbledore, who was sitting on the left side of the staff table, talking to a fat man with black hair.

Hoffa saw the fat man and immediately understood his identity.

Slughorn, Dean of Slytherin college.

He taught Voldemort's man the secret of soul splitting. More than 50 years later, he returned to the same position.

Walking to the statue of a giant eagle in front of the teaching staff, vice principal ADBE goshak turns around. Beside him was a blue cushioned stool.

There was a grey and wrinkled hat on the stool.

"Line up."

The serious professor goshak said coldly.

His voice was flat, but all the new students immediately followed orders and stood in a row.

Professor goshak then took out a long roll of parchment from his sleeve.

"If you hear the name, come up and wear the hat."

"Ekaran mitt..."

a boy trotted over and put his hat on his head in a hurry. The branch hat immediately called out.

"Gryffindor!"

There was a faint applause from a table on the left. When these people applauded, they were quite restrained. It's not as intense as it is described in later books.

"Alfred black." Goshak went on giving his name.

This surname is very familiar with Hoffa.

Black.

He's a member of the Sirius family.

He looked up and saw that a boy in a black robe, with a cold face, separated from the crowd and sat on a high stool.

The division hat hesitated on his head for a long time, and then he was assigned to Slytherin. This black frowned as if he were not happy.Hoffa watched the boy as old as himself walk by, wondering what he had to do with Sirius Black.

Not long after Alfred left, Hoffa heard another familiar name.

"Irene prince."

Prince? Eileen prince?

Half Blood Prince Snape?

Hoffa immediately raised his head.

It was a girl with black hair, pale, greasy hair, a lot of freckles around her nose, and a sad expression on her face.

She was a little nervous and trotted to the branch hat, which soon assigned her to Slytherin.

Hoffa thought that he had eyes today. These people here are the ancestors of those celebrities in the future! He even wondered if he could be Snape's father if he got that Eileen prince

Hoffa quickly shook his head. He thought it was not good to think about this kind of ghost animal in such a serious auditorium.

Besides, Irene is not beautiful

Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow.

Fast people will be ready in a few seconds.

Slowly someone waited for as long as a minute. During this time, the people in the hall also waited silently, there was no sound.

The crowd came forward one by one, except for the surnames of some later generations. It's hard for Hoffa to hear familiar people in this branch ceremony.

Suddenly, as goshak called out, "aglea s. drassez.

A blue eyed girl with silver hair walked out of the crowd and sat on a high stool with no expression on her face.

Hoffa's eyes glared.

It turned out that her name was aglia s. drassez. That's a long, stinky name.

As soon as the hat touched her silver hair, she began to shout, "Ravenclaw."

Damn it, Hoffa shakes his head secretly. It's a pity that he is not a branch hat. Otherwise, he will definitely distribute the goods to Slytherin.

Agraia put down his hat, walked down the steps and gave Hoffa a mocking smile as he passed. As if laughing at his judgment on the train.

Hoffa thought that if he was Harry Potter, he would be a character like Malfoy...

"Tom mavolo Riddell."

A name from the vice principal interrupted Hoffa's thoughts.

He looked up to witness this historic moment.

Tom, with a long figure, separated the crowd and walked slowly to the front of the hat. He seemed calm, but Hoffa keenly observed that his hands were clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. Obviously, I was very excited.

Just one second.

Branch hat: "Slytherin!"

The right-hand table burst into applause, three points more eagerly than the others. In this serious atmosphere, it's not easy.

In less than an afternoon on the train, Tom Riddell gained the favor of most people in Slytherin.

When the boy put down his hat, Hoffa saw a look of relief on his face.

It's strange that Voldemort has the same mood.

After more than a dozen people were separated, vice president goshak finally announced his name without expression.

"Hoffa Bach."

Miranda gave Hoffa a little push and Hoffa stepped out of the crowd.

No one else responded. For them, it's just a common name.

But one man's eyes widened.

Agraia, sitting in the corner of Ravenclaw's table, was still expressionless and interested.

But when she saw Hoffa come out, she was puzzled.

Then her face was immediately livid, and a sense of humiliation ran straight to her head. She hit the table with one punch, which attracted the ravenclaws to look at her.

"Asshole..."

agraia clenched his teeth and squeezed out two words. She knew that this boy was not Miller goshak at all. It's Hoffa Bach.

In her opinion, and this Bach classmate ignored her on the train, that was the biggest insult to her.

Hoffa, of course, didn't know that what he did on the train had offended a Ravenclaw. He sat on a high stool and put on his hat with some trepidation.

It's casual to say, but at this moment, he can't help being nervous.

As soon as he put on his hat, the branch hat sighed in his ear.

"Difficult... So difficult... I haven't seen such a difficult student for a long time. Brave, there is. He is not bad hearted, he is smart, and he has ambition. Well, it seems that the four colleges are quite suitable for you. "

Huo FA is speechless. It's a change of way to scold me for not having any characteristics and devoid of people.

Time goes by, longer than anyone else. Three minutes later, Hoffa was still sitting on the stool.

Professor goshak, standing by, glanced at Hoffa.The branch hat was always there, and hoffal was muttering.

"... first of all, you are not suitable for hutch patch... Second, I also want to exclude Slytherin. Although you are ambitious, you are not enough. You are not Slytherin's standard."

Hoffa is a little short of breath.

"Then Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are left. Well, let me see...

Hoffa is a little nervous, Ravenclaw. If it's nothing at ordinary times, he really doesn't want to stay in the same college with that kind of person since he met that silver haired girl.

All of a sudden, he had an idea. He thought that when Harry Potter wore the branch hat, the hat was hard to choose, about Gryffindor and Slytherin, but in the end, Harry Potter made his own choice, chose Gryffindor.

So Hoffa had a way of learning, and he talked about it in his mind.

Do not go to Ravenclaw... Do not go to Ravenclaw... Do not go to Ravenclaw...

so, the hat of the branch of the hospital cried out in a voice that shook the sky: "Ravenclaw!"