Chapter 13： start sorting

Hagrid raised a huge fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.

The door opened in response, and Sean saw a tall witch in an emerald green robe. Just as he imagined, the other party was a serious and very temperamental person.

"Professor McGonagall, the freshmen are here," Hagrid said.

"Thank you for your hard work, Hagrid, leave it to me here."

Professor McGonagall led the little wizards to an empty room. After introducing the four academies of Hogwarts, she glanced sternly at the little wizards present.

"The separation ceremony will be held later. I suggest you take care of yourself and stay calm."

Whether it was Harry, Neville, or Malfoy, they lowered their heads unconsciously under her gaze, and they were all looking to see if there was anything inappropriate about them.

Hermione tried her best to meet Professor McGonagall's eyes, as if to show that she was ready.

When Professor McGonagall walked out of the room, she immediately turned her head to face Sean beside her and asked nervously, "Hurry up and take a look, I always feel that my robe is on the wrong side."

Sean looked at the girl carefully, then smiled: "You look great, Hermione."

When the girl breathed a sigh of relief, the little wizards whispered.

"George and Fred said we need to fight a troll." Ron's face turned pale.

Harry wasn't much better, he pulled down his collar and said, "My godfather said that the sorting ceremony requires three complete spells to be cast, and to find the treasure hidden in the secret location of the castle, they will according to your Performance scoring..."

This time, the crowd became even more noisy, and many freshmen were already praying with bloodless faces.

Malfoy snorted proudly as he led his valet on a small step.

What a bunch of ignorant guys.

However, just as he was about to speak, he happened to meet the smiling Sean.

Sean smiled and waved his hand as if to say hello to a friend. Malfoy's face turned pale, and he forcibly held back what he was about to say.

"Sean, won't the sorting ceremony be terrifying, if I don't pass, will they fire me? God..." Hermione's face also turned pale.

"Of course not," Sean comforted in a low voice. "Before we came, we were scrambled by two wizarding schools. How could Hogwarts easily expel a wizard?"

When the freshmen were worried, suddenly several people screamed loudly.

From the wall behind them suddenly twenty or so ghosts jumped out. These pearly white, translucent ghosts, whispering as they slid across the room, paid little attention to these first-year students.

Only a fat monk ghost greeted them: "Freshman? I hope you can get a Hufflepuff!"

When the ghosts crossed the wall again, Malfoy muttered angrily.

"Damn, there are no rules at all?!" He had just bumped into a ghost, his face was pale, "Nurmengard will not let these things run through the castle wanton, damn, I should be there Insisting on going to Nurmengard in front of Dad!"

"There is indeed no ghost in Nurmengard, because his first headmaster is still alive." Harry's yin and yang strange voice came from the side.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes: "I've seen you, the shampoo seller...Batt? Someone who can't even get an admission notice from Nurmengard, can find a place to learn magic, it must make you happy, right? ?"

"At least I won't stand on Hogwarts territory and step on my own school." Harry retorted.

Both of them took a step forward. Neville and Ron glanced at Crabbe and Goyle, who had fierce expressions. Although their faces were pale, they still stood behind their friends.

"Don't be angry, we're going to be classmates for seven years. Come on, Draco, apologize first, we'll still be friends in the future." Sean stood up and said with a smile, the Malfoy trio couldn't bear to see him Stayed a step back.

Of course, this is not Sean's main purpose. His hearing is not bad. If you guess correctly...

Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and walked in, her voice stern: "I don't want someone to pack their bags and go home without sorting."

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the audience and gave some approving glances when he saw Sean.

"Now, form a line and follow me."

Sean laughed secretly, no matter where he was, teachers always liked students like him. Although it was only a small matter, does it add up to a lot?

He has always been thinking about his 8-point Transfiguration talent.

After following Professor McGonagall through the luxurious and elegant hall, they stepped into the luxurious auditorium of Hogwarts.

"Wow..." The freshmen exclaimed in unison.

The students of other grades in the school sat around four long tables, and the two-color flags representing the various colleges were hung high in the air. At the same time, thousands of floating candles illuminated the auditorium, and the golden plates and goblets on the table also shone in the fire.

The most striking thing was the dome of the auditorium, the black velvet ceiling dotted with starlight among the soaring marble that stretched on all sides, just like the starry night they had seen when they landed.

Sean heard Hermione whispering, "It's been enchanted here, it looks like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A School History."

Professor McGonagall led them to the teacher's long table in front of them, and asked them to stand in a row facing the senior students.

She brought a high four-cornered stool with a tattered pointed wizard hat on it. The hat was patched several times and looked dirty.

"The Sorting Hat hasn't been washed for thousands of years..." Sean had an idea.

Everyone stared at the hat, and then it opened its mouth wide and sang in a strange tone:

You may think that I am not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance,

…

Because I am a thinking hat!

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, there was thunderous applause in the auditorium, and Sean even saw a pair of red-haired twins stand up and whistle a few times.

Hermione let out a long breath next to him, and whispered to him, "It turns out that you only need to wear this hat, it scares me to death..."

Professor McGonagall stood by the four-cornered stool, holding a stack of parchment in his hand.

"Next, whoever's name I call will sit on the stool, put on the sorting hat, and wait for the sorting." She pushed on her glasses and called out the first name.

"Hannah Abbott."

Sean: It's comfortable...

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