Chapter 18: The nature of wizards

Name:A Magical Hogwarts Author:Crows
Some people came out with their own laughs, some came with bgm, and some people thought bgm was not enough, so they simply carried the stereo.

But in front of this tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes, she didn't make any bells and whistles, and she came with the cold wind blowing in her face.

There was silence all around, and none of the little wizards who were complaining just now dared to speak.

Professor McGonagall, one of the Weasley Brothers' most feared people, was so serious, pursing his lips.

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said quickly, avoiding the witch's eyes.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me to pick it up when you get here."

Hagrid gave William a good luck look, and hurriedly turned around and walked in from the other side.

It seemed that he was also panicking.

Can you not be frightened? !

Hagrid used magic in violation of regulations many times during the summer vacation, and secretly bought a three-headed dog that was banned by the Ministry of Magic... Now is the time to be a thief with a guilty conscience.

Even Mag is still his elementary school sister!

Professor McGonagall opened the door wide, revealing a luxurious marble staircase leading upstairs. The surrounding stone walls were filled with flaming torches, and the ceiling was so high that it was almost impossible to see the top.

The first-year freshman followed Professor McGonagall along the stone-paved floor, and there were hundreds of people humming from the door on the right.

But Professor McGonagall did not lead them directly into the hall, but turned a corner and walked to the other end of the hall, a small empty room.

Everyone rushed in, rubbing shoulders together, staring nervously at everything around them.

"First of all, welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said, "The opening banquet is about to start, but before you go to the restaurant, first of all, I want you all to determine which academy you will enter. "

"Classification is an important ritual because the House is like your home at Hogwarts while you're at school.

You have to take classes with other students in the academy, live in the academy's dormitory together, and spend your spare time in the academy's common room together. "

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history, and each has cultivated outstanding witches and wizards.

During your time at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn extra points for your house, and any irregularities will result in a loss of points for your house.

At the end of the year, the college with the highest score will receive the College Cup, which is a very high honor.

I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you can win glory for the college, instead of being naughty all day long! "

Professor McGonagall said the last few words, and glanced at William.

Through those stern eyes, William felt that the other party seemed to know what was going on on the train.

His intuition has always been accurate!

However, at most, he can only be regarded as the most inconspicuous one among the many accomplices.

Compared with the heinous and wicked chief criminals, the Weasley brothers, and the Sniff, William is not worth mentioning at all!

He so comforted his young and fragile heart.

Fortunately, Mag just glanced at William, and did not sneak him out to criticize in public.

William wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt that if his mental quality was low, he would probably be scared to cry directly, right?

As expected of Professor McGonagall!

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest you to relieve your nervousness."

"I'll pick you up when it's ready over there." Professor McGonagall turned and walked into the hall. She turned her head and said, "Please keep quiet while you wait."

But as soon as Professor McGonagall left the room, the crowd started buzzing.

"How could they accurately assign us to which college?" a girl looked at William and asked.

This person is called Marietta Aikemo, and she and William were just squeezed into a small boat, and she almost took his hand and squeezed into his arms, shivering.

William didn't speak. As a reserved program, he didn't know how to sort.

A boy called Cormic McLaggen on the side showed off proudly: "Don't worry about the test, I will definitely be admitted, my uncle..."

His uncle, Tiberius, was acquainted with Rufus Scrimgeour of the Ministry of Magic, who was the head of the Auror's office.

McLaggen has repeated this time four or five times.

The essence of human beings is a repeater, and wizards are no exception to this.

McLaggen also boasted of his flying talents, saying that he would enter the Quidditch team in his first year, becoming the youngest player ever.

The boy said and gave William a provocative look.

This attitude probably started when he knew that William was only a Muggle.

William touched his wand and wanted to give him a silent spell to lock his noisy mouth, but Professor McGonagall just happened to come over.

William immediately pretended to be honest.

So McLaggen suffered, with Professor McGonagall standing behind him like a ghost, and the boy was still chattering about his uncle's friend.

"Don't worry about your uncle, you are talking so much nonsense, I will definitely send you home!" Professor McGonagall said sternly.

McLaggen's legs were so frightened that he shuddered and nearly knocked Marietta Ackermore down.

The girl gave him a death stare, then moved her body towards William, as if she wanted to hide in his arms, so that she could feel safe.

Qiu was behind Professor McGonagall, winking and beckoning William to seize the opportunity.

Grab a fart chance! William said that he came to study, not to fall in love!

Of course, if a witch is good looking, he doesn't mind being a soulmate with her!

But there must be no chance for a little girl like Marietta Aikemo.

"Ah"—suddenly a scream came.

McLaggen howled. It turned out that there were several ghosts behind him.

He was so frightened that he couldn't breathe, and so were the people around him. The temperature of the entire room seemed to drop a bit.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts slid across the room, whispering to each other, paying little attention to these first-year students, as if they were arguing about something.

"Hurry up and get the **** Barrow back, only he can control Peeves." A ghost wearing a corrugated collar tights said so.

"Barrow the **** went to find Ms. Grey, you know, something went wrong in the Ravenclaw lounge recently," said a chubby little monk-like ghost.

"So let's give Peeves another chance, just let him attend the banquet—"

"Absolutely impossible! My good friar, haven't we given Peeves enough chances? But he's smearing us all—hey, I said, what are you doing here?"

The ghost in the corrugated tights, suddenly found the first-year freshman.

McLaggen was so frightened that he quickly hid behind William, which made Professor McGonagall's pursed lips even tighter.

"Newborn!" the chubby monk smiled at them. "I think, presumably preparing for a test?"

William nodded friendly.

"Hope you can get a Hufflepuff!" said the monk, "I used to go to that college."

The ghosts walked towards the hall, drifted through the opposite wall and disappeared, and Professor McGonagall's voice sounded again.

"Let's move forward now, the sorting ceremony is about to begin," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year freshman.

Everyone honestly walked towards the hall.

——I am the delimiter of the repeater——

In order to urge everyone's recommendation, McLaggen will read it a hundred times during the branch.