Chapter 136： Freshman Sorting Ceremony

Selma Murphy made a surprised and embarrassed look with her somber looks, which made her look a little sluggish and a bit like a sloth. Of course, it's the kind of sloth with outstanding looks, although it's a bit strange to describe it, but the first impression that popped into the minds of Sean, Hermione, and Harry was this.

"Oh, it's just that Professor Babbling likes to encourage students, that's all," she said calmly.

Sean was instantly in awe. In his opinion, anyone who can learn ancient rune well is a genius, and Professor Babuling has always been known for being strict.

"Is the ancient rune difficult?" He greeted and asked seriously.

Thelma shook her head. "I don't think so - at least for me."

Do all the scholars talk like this? Sean, who has only 2 talents in Runeven, expressed his disappointment.

Selma saw his expression, and the senior smiled slightly: "This may be related to the occupation of my parents, they are both archaeologists."

"Archaeologist? Cool!" Harry exclaimed, "My friend's brother is studying pyramids in Egypt!"

"They're not wizards, they don't understand magic," explained Thelma. "I'm actually a Swede, but since Durmstrang doesn't accept Muggle-born wizards, I came to Hogwarts. It's gone."

"What about Nurmengard?" Sean asked.

Selma said: "Because of the family - I prefer the historical Hogwarts."

The carriage started to drive, and the Yestral, who rubbed his head against Sean, looked back, as if telling Sean to sit still.

"You can see Thestrals too, right?" Thelma asked Sean.

Seeing Sean nodding, she showed a smile, quite excited to meet someone in the same way.

"Thestrals?" Hermione looked suspiciously at the carriage shaft, which, in her opinion, was still empty.

"Only people who have seen death can see Thestrals," Sean explained. "It gives them a bad reputation. In fact, Thestrals are very docile creatures."

Thelma nodded and added, "If you're fond of Thestrals, you can even ride them."

"Have you seen death?"

"Life will always encounter many accidents." Sean spread his hands.

A long line of carriages carried the students wobbly and creaking across the gravel road, and they soon passed the gate of the school, past the winged boars on the stone pillars, Hogwarts Castle getting closer.

They could vaguely see towering towers, some windows glowing red.

The carriage stopped beside the stone steps leading to the oak gate, and they still got off. Sean touched Thestral's scrawny back under the strange eyes of Hermione and Harry - in the eyes of others, Sean was serious He stroked the air with a warm smile on his face.

Saying goodbye to Thestral and Selma, they walked into the brightly lit auditorium, Hermione whispering along the way, "Is this really a prank, Sean?"

"Of course not, you can go and ask Professor Scamander." He happened to meet Newt, who had just sat down on the teacher's table, and gave the latter a warm smile, although Sean had already made up his mind to Go to Professor Scamander for 'inquiry' - at least some ambient decoration that can fit in the ring.

The old students entered the auditorium one by one, and the professors also walked out from the side and took their seats. Sean noticed that Snape had taken his place early, and then cast a somber glance at everyone.

Sean was even a little excited, so excited that he felt a little regretful. All the electronic devices in Hogwarts would fail. Otherwise, how interesting would it be to record Snape's expression changes with a video recorder?

Of course, the dangerous idea of ​​recording Snape's expression was only for his own amusement, he didn't want to collapse on the entrance table - again because of food poisoning.

It wasn't long before Dumbledore came out in his ornate robes, smiling to the cheers of the students. After he took his seat, Professor McGonagall led the freshmen in.

The timid, full of anticipation and excitement, and some frightened freshmen walked in. They were wearing long robes and pointed hats, and many nervous little wizards also adjusted their hats from time to time.

"It's a wonderful feeling, obviously it was us who were there last year," Hermione whispered in his ear.

Sean smiled and nodded. This probably belongs to the common perception of students all over the world. When facing new students, old students will always unconsciously bring a little sense of superiority of their predecessors. It has nothing to do with strength, just a kind of familiarity with the school. Easy to do.

Sean saw that Daisy and Ginny were standing together, and the two delicate and beautiful little girls attracted a lot of attention.

Probably because she told her in advance, Daisy, who had always been timid and soft in front of him, was not so nervous, and she comforted Ginny, who was holding her robe tightly beside her, from time to time.

Sean looked at the teacher's desk and nearly laughed.

Snape was shaking a goblet pretending to carelessly, but before the party started, the quilt was empty...

The old bat's gloomy eyes swept in Daisy's direction from time to time, as if he had always done before, making the students fear him first.

But the empty goblet was kind of funny.

Seeing Snape's eyes turn, Sean lowered his head quickly, afraid that he would laugh out loud and be cursed.

Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on a high stool.

After the Sorting Song, she picked up the parchment to the applause of the students.

"The people I read came up to do the sorting."

"Paris Albert."

A tall girl ran over quickly and almost knocked over the high stool.

After ten seconds, the Sorting Hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

With cheers and applause Paris Albert walked to the long table of the little lions with a flushed face.

"Somaja Berger."

"Ravenclaw!"

The skinny boy became Ravenclaw's first freshman, and Sean and Hermione applauded enthusiastically.

This year's freshmen are slightly less than last year, probably only in their early 80s. I don't know if there are fewer students or some of them were taken away by Nurmengard.

The sorting ceremony went on in an orderly fashion, and it took two boys more than five minutes each before they both entered Gryffindor.

"Daisy Potter."

The pure little white flower happily and nervously ran to the high stool, and many boys secretly exclaimed.

Sean looked at the teacher's desk, Snape stretched his neck, just glanced at Daisy casually, and then quickly looked away, he looked at the boys who were louder.