Chapter 9 Sorting Ceremony

Not long after Meka Anders returned to the compartment where the luggage was stored, the train arrived at the station.

With a hum, the steam emptied up.

The train shook violently, but it finally stopped.

Meka packed his luggage and looked back at Harry, who was looking at the scenery outside the window in surprise.

Hermione and Ron walked in front and called Meka and Harry.

Meka smiled and replied.

The group followed the crowd out of the car.

The moment Meka walked out of the car, he felt that the scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

It seemed like a piece of pure land that had never been polluted.

A white dove flew across the sky, making a crisp cry.

The white dove flew into the jungle not far away, and a gust of wind blew, raising a wave of green waves.

Looking further into the jungle, there was a mirror-like lake, sparkling in the sunset.

Tap-tap-tap.

The sound of horseshoes drew Meka's attention back.

The coachman whipped the carriage past Meka.

Several senior students called him over, paid the fare, and got into the carriage.

One of the girls lifted the curtain from the carriage, looked at the noisy crowd, and then lowered the curtain.

"Good place."

Meka praised.

"The air is very clear." Hermione also smiled.

A few people were talking when a tall figure came over.

His face was full of rough beard, and he walked over leisurely with his hands tucked into his moleskin coat.

"It's time to go, kids," he shouted.

Ron raised his head and looked at him, and shrank his neck in fear of his nearly three-meter-tall body.

Harry's eyes lit up: "Hagrid, long time no see."

"Yeah." Hagrid spread his hands and showed a happy look: "In fact, we just separated not long ago."

"Rubeau Hagrid, you can call me Hagrid, I am the gamekeeper of Hogwarts."

"Okay, now we have to speed up, we have to take a boat across the river, the sun is about to set."

Rubeau Hagrid arranged the order on the scene and asked the freshmen to pack their luggage and follow him.

Not long after, a group of freshmen looked around and came to the sparkling lake, where there were rows of small wooden boats, just for students to cross the lake and enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hagrid briefly explained the precautions and asked the freshmen to get on the boat.

"Taking a boat to enter the school is a new thing."

Meka smiled, he carried his luggage and got on the boat first.

Harry and the other two followed behind him and climbed on the boat.

The boat rippled on the lake under the sunset and slowly moved towards the direction of Hogwarts.

After twenty or thirty minutes, the sunset disappeared and it was dark.

But at the same time, Meka saw Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry not far away.

It was a magnificent and ancient castle.

There were towering towers, and lights were lit on the towers. The swaying and bright flames illuminated the tops of the towers.

It was like a searchlight on the sea at night, pointing the direction for the fishing boats to return.

"What a beautiful castle."

Harry exclaimed.

Ron and Hermione watched the scene in the distance.

Meka Anders watched quietly, with the fire on the tower reflected in his eyes.

He smiled.

Finally arrived,

Hogwarts.

...

This night was a bit rushed for the freshmen.

As soon as they arrived at Hogwarts in the dark, they learned that a ceremony called the Sorting Ceremony would be held soon.

It sounded like a freshman opening ceremony.

When the group arrived in front of a tall auditorium, Hagrid left. He usually lived outside the castle.

Without someone to watch over them, the freshmen lost their restraints and chatted noisily.

In such a strange and magical place, there are so many things to talk about.

Meka looked around and walked to the stone stairs in front of the auditorium. He unconsciously reached out and touched the texture of the stone stairs.

The carved texture of the stone stairs looks quite artistic.

The stone stairs seem to be very old, with cracks in the stone and greenery coming out of them.

Such a place makes people curious and they can't wait to explore it at night.

But this is obviously impossible, there is a sorting ceremony to be held.

Someone suddenly shouted:

"Toad! Toad! My Toad!"

This sound was like cold water falling into a frying pan, and the crowd became even more noisy.

Hearing the sound, Meka was about to turn around to look, and a figure happened to pass by and bumped into him.

The man's nose was red from the collision, and he screamed in pain, angrily shouting: "Do you have eyes?"

Meka saw his face and was stunned for a moment. This man looked familiar.

In front of him was a boy with short light golden hair.

He had a pale oval face, a perverse and unruly look, and a kind of western aristocratic temperament.

But at this time, his nose was hit and turned red, which disrupted this temperament and became a little out of place.

Before Meka could react, the blond boy walked towards the lively crowd in front.

Obviously, for him, the liveliness in front was more important.

Meka smiled and watched him squeeze into the crowd. His short golden hair was still very eye-catching in the crowd.

After a while.

Whoosh!

The sound of fire seemed to be heard in the auditorium.

Meka raised her head and saw the firelight rising in the high window, as if arrangements were being made for the upcoming ceremony.

There were crisp footsteps approaching the door from far away.

"It looks like the ceremony is about to begin."

Meka walked back to her original position.

Ron also happened to be walking here at this time, and his face was a little ugly, as if something bad had happened to him.

Harry tapped him on the shoulder, followed by Hermione.

"This Malfoy is indeed too much." Hermione said angrily.

"How could he use such vulgar language to describe other people?"

"What?" a arrogant voice called.

The boy with short blond hair came over and sneered:

"Isn't what I said the truth? Except for Harry Potter who survived, aren't the other people all ordinary people?"

He glanced at the faces of Ron and Hermione and suddenly paused.

He saw Meka's figure and pointed:

"oh?"

"So this guy is also on your team?"

The boy with short blond hair seemed to laugh angrily. He looked at Meka with a look of disgust:

"Another vulgar guy."

How did you get involved with me?

Meka touched her hair and smiled:

"What do you call it?"

"Draco Malfoy."

The boy with short blond hair squinted at Meka: "What? If you want to take revenge on me, I'm always welcome."

"OK."

Meka smiled and nodded.

Malfoy was touching his aching nose, wanting to vent his bad mood, but he didn't expect this reaction.

He felt as if he had been slapped on cotton, and his face turned red.

He looked at Meka's smiling face and wished he could punch him in the face. He snorted, stopped talking, and walked aside.

Bang.

The door of the auditorium opened and a dignified elderly woman came out.

She wore a black silk wizard's hat and a dark green robe.

She raised her square glasses and squinted at the noisy crowd. The crowd suddenly became quiet.

"Minerva McGonagall."

The elderly woman introduced herself: "I am the vice-principal of this school. You can call me Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Ron, who had an ugly face, and then glanced at Malfoy's red nose, causing both of them to lower their heads unconsciously.

"I need to tell you that you came to Hogwarts to study, not to make noises about something irrelevant."

"That's all."

"Come with me now, all of you."

Professor McGonagall walked back to the entrance of the auditorium first, and the freshmen lined up in rough lines, following Professor McGonagall.

…

The top of the auditorium is a starry sky.

When Meka looked up, he didn't see any bricks or anything related to the other buildings. He could only see a dark starry sky with twinkling stars.

Under the starry sky, the sorting ceremony is about to begin.

Countless candles floated in the air, the firelight swaying like a naughty child.

Meka looked towards the middle of the auditorium.

On the high platform, the professors have already taken their seats at the long table.

The headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, a tall old man with silver hair, held on to his moon-shaped glasses and smiled.