Chapter 35 Sorting Ceremony

The little wizards passed through the tall oak door, walked around the stairs, and saw Professor McGonagall waiting for them outside the auditorium.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall first welcomed each little wizard and explained the precautions: "In a moment, everyone will pass through the gate and meet the new classmates."

"But before taking a seat, you need to confirm your respective colleges..."

When they heard McGonagall talking about the Sorting Hat, all the little wizards listened attentively. Rogge looked at the professor longingly, and said he would give the wand back to him after he enrolls in school?

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"At the end of the school year, the house with the highest score will be awarded the House Cup." When Professor McGonagall was about to finish speaking, a chirping toad lay on the steps. Neville recognized the missing Leif at a glance.

"Leifu!" He was so happy that he rushed over and picked up the little toad.

"How did you guess it?" Hermione looked at Roger in surprise and asked in a low voice.

Elena's eyes on the side were also full of curiosity. Could it be that Rogge had the gift of a prophet?

"Don't look at me, I'm just talking casually." Rogge looked at Professor McGonagall, as if asking, "Where is my wand?".

In response to Neville's antics, Professor McGonagall motioned him back to the team with a stern look. The other little wizards laughed harshly at the dull guy.

"The sorting ceremony will begin soon." Professor McGonagall turned and left, completely ignoring someone's expectant eyes.

"It seems that the rumors on the train are true. Harry Potter really came to Hogwarts..." Draco Malfoy stood up to show his kindness to Harry Potter, but his arrogant attitude Make Mr. Savior extremely uncomfortable.

In particular, Malfoy's ridicule of Ron Weasley disgusted Harry even more. Arrogance, vicious attacks... a host of shortcomings reminded him of the annoying Dudley. So when faced with Malfoy's extended hand, Harry refused without hesitation.

Professor McGonagall found that the little wizards had not come in, so she had to go out to see what was going on. She knocked Malfoy blocking the door with the rolled parchment and urged: "Are you ready? Everyone, come with me."

Roger fell behind and opened his mouth, my wand! My dear Professor McGonagall!

Pushing open the door, the Hogwarts Great Hall is revealed to everyone. Stars twinkled on the dark ceiling, like a real night sky. Rows of candles float in mid-air, complementing the braziers on the walls.

Four long tables were neatly arranged in the auditorium, and each table was filled with students wearing black school uniforms. If you look carefully, you will find that the long table corresponds to the four colleges.

Rogge couldn't help but laugh when he saw the way they wore pointed hats: "The more they look, the more they look like nightgowns?"

On the staff platform at the end of the auditorium, President Dumbledore with a silver beard sat, flanked by other professors and teachers.

"The ceiling here is not a real night sky, it just looks like it after a spell has been cast on it." Hermione and Elena walked together, pointing to the ceiling and explaining to Elena, "I was in "Hogwarts, Part 1". I read it in "History"."

"Miss Know-It-All, the ceiling here was designed by Rowena Ravenclaw, the most knowledgeable of the founders." Rogge smiled and exclaimed, "This is not a simple blind trick, but an extremely intelligent and imaginative trick. of magic.”

"The entire Hogwarts castle was created by Ms. Ravenclaw." Roger kept repeating the word Ravenclaw, hoping that Hermione would remember it.

"Amazing space control and transformation skills. In fact, the night sky here is not fake, it even has the ability to predict."

Based on his understanding of the original plot, Rogge speculated: "If one day in the future the future is uncertain, it may become dark and no longer show the starry sky."

Hermione wrinkled her nose and glared at Roger. Whenever he called her Miss Know-It-All, he would launch a ruthless onslaught of knowledge that she couldn't resist.

"How do you know that Transfiguration is used in it?" Hermione asked her question sharply.

"Such a large area must require space magic to seal it, and then use transformation... No, I was wrong." Rogge shook his head and corrected his opinion: "I apologize to you, Miss Granger."

Rogge solemnly apologized: "I initially thought that Ms. Ravenclaw used the transformation technique to adjust the position of the stars in real time to make them consistent with the sky outside."

"But in fact, it should be illusion magic." Rogge saw Hermione's confusion and explained, "This ancient magic is recorded in "Relics of Ancient Magic", and this kind of magic can be rendered in real time. To put it simply, It can reflect the corresponding changes in the sky every second."

Hermione nodded, not expecting that there was such a profound mystery behind the gorgeous-looking ceiling. She expressed her gratitude to Rogge for his explanation, but she still couldn't forgive Rogge for calling herself Miss Know-It-All.

"This is a mockery!" Hermione rolled her eyes at Rogge and pulled Elena forward.

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen through two rows of long tables and to the stepping stool under the high platform. There was an old Sorting Hat lying there, with wrinkles and patches stacked together, which looked a bit scary. Everyone waited quietly, and the Sorting Hat suddenly sang a song and described the characteristics of the four major houses to everyone.

You may think I'm not pretty,

But never judge a book by its appearance,

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Because I am a thinking magic hat!

The teachers are used to this scene that happens every year, and even applaud the Sorting Hat's tuneless singing. The freshmen were shocked. How in the world could a hat howl?

"Before we begin, Principal Dumbledore has a few words to say." Professor McGonagall stood on the stage and motioned to the new students to stay quiet.

"Before the semester starts, I have a few points to make..."

"The first point has three major points, and each major point has three sub-items. Each item contains different applicable situations." Rogge listened to Dumbledore's speech, thinking of the jokes in the leader's speech, and couldn't help but feel a smile on his face. smile.

Unfortunately, it was different from what was said in the joke. Dumbledore seemed to know the young wizard's dislike of long speeches, and his speech was extremely concise. He only reminded him emphatically: "No students are strictly allowed to enter the dense forest."

"The administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone that if you don't want to die, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor." Dumbledore shook his head, his tone serious and not joking.

Rogge knew the plot of this school year and couldn't help but look at Snape and Quirrell sitting next to each other. What an interesting seat. Perhaps Dumbledore discovered the secret on the back of Quirrell's head on his first day at Hogwarts.

"For Harry Potter, our savior, Headmaster, you have really worked hard." Roger looked at Harry, who was looking at everything in the auditorium curiously.

"These are carefully prepared... consumables for your growth."

Professor McGonagall opened the long list and grabbed the sorting hat: "Whoever I call now will come forward. I will put the sorting hat on you, and then you will be assigned to your respective houses."

It was time to be sorted into another house. Rogge had his own plans and arrangements and would not join Dumbledore's private lessons for Harry unless necessary.

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