Chapter 14 Sorting Ceremony

The black guy looked incredulous, "What? This is impossible! I must have introduced myself! You must have forgotten! Come on, Robert, this joke is not funny at all!"

The twins looked at each other and smiled maliciously.

"Actually you did forget your name, but that's not important." Fred said.

George immediately picked up, "Because we're so impressed with your bugs!"

Then, the four of them laughed out loud together.

"Lower your head!" Hagrid's voice sounded again, and the four of them subconsciously obeyed. Only then did they notice that there was a cliff above their heads, but it was far away from the boat. In fact, maybe Hagrid was the only one who needed to bow his head?

"Well, I think I may need to grow a little taller before I need to lower my head." The black man gestured to his head and the cliff, and complained, and then he stretched out his hand, "Lee Jordan."

Robert also reached out and shook his hand, "Robert Leslie."

The twins also held out their hands.

"George Weasley."

"Fred Weasley."

The unprepared Lee Jordan was caught instantly and was the source of the laughter for the rest of the journey.

"Oh, look at those Weasleys." A pure-blooded young wizard said to his companions, "The next step is a very difficult sorting test, and they are still having fun."

The foursome, who had no idea what these people were talking about, walked through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff and came to an open shore. This was a secret entrance to the castle. They walked straight up the dark tunnel and came to Going to the underground dock, passing through a ground covered with gravel and small pebbles, and then passing through a long rock tunnel, the hungry and thirsty little wizards finally arrived at the main entrance of the castle.

Above, there was a huge oak door. Under the leadership of Hagrid, the little wizards walked up the steps and came to the door.

At this time, they were grateful that they finally didn't have to get wet in the rain anymore.

Hagrid raised his fist as big as a casserole, "dong dong dong", and knocked on the door three times.

With a "squeak", the door was opened from the inside, and a witch wearing an emerald green robe stood in front of the door. She is tall, has a serious expression, and has an aura of calm but authority.

The little wizards felt the invisible damage from the spiritual side and shivered even more.

"First-year student, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said, bending down.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me when you get here." Professor McGonagall said, and she opened the door and let the little guys in, who were like drowned quails.

Opposite the door was a long marble staircase. There was a door on the right, where the noise came from, and a room on the left. Through the foyer, Professor McGonagall took them to the left.

After everyone stood up, Professor McGonagall spoke, "Welcome to Hogwarts. The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the restaurant to sit down, you first need to determine which house you will enter. Branch It is a very important ceremony, because when you are in school, the college is like your home in Hogwarts. You have to attend classes with other students in the college, stay in the college dormitories together, and go to the college’s common rest rooms together. Spend your spare time in the room.”

Probably she had said these words countless times, and Professor McGonagall spoke the long speech without even a pause.

Next, she began to introduce the four houses of Hogwarts, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Finally, she highlighted the House Cup.

Seeing the wet little wizards below looking up at her pitifully, Professor McGonagall couldn't continue what she wanted to say. She pursed her lips, and finally could only sigh and said, "Now, everyone Stand in single file and follow me.”

She did not let the little wizard wait for her where she was. Perhaps the rainstorm was too violent, and Professor McGonagall was more afraid that the little guys would catch a cold.

If it weren't for the incompatibility of the characters, maybe Professor McGonagall would have dried the clothes for the little wizards.

Walking through the hall again, Robert felt that he was not as cold as before. Maybe it was a psychological effect, but the four of them did not get wet. Maybe, it was indeed not as cold as others?

The sound of exclamation came from the front of the team, as if it was contagious. They quickly stepped up and looked forward.

Directly opposite the door is a high platform with a row of long tables, which are the teachers' seats.

Four long dining tables extend from the door to under the teacher's seat, with thousands of burning candles floating in the air. In the middle of the dining tables is a spacious aisle that can accommodate three people walking side by side.

The dining table was filled with senior students, who were whispering something with expressions on their faces as they watched the show.

On the table were gleaming gold plates and goblets, and on the surrounding walls were exquisitely carved sculptures. They looked like dragons with spread wings, holding black wrought iron fire plates in their mouths, with blazing flames burning inside.

Directly under the teacher's seat was a four-legged stool, and on the stool was a dirty pointed wizard hat with patches on it.

Professor McGonagall asked the freshmen to line up in a row facing the entire upper class and face the gazes of hundreds of people, which almost made the little wizards faint.

Even the big-hearted twin brothers were pale and trembling at this time.

Although Robert was not afraid, he still felt a little awkward. He stood on another foot and glanced at the ceiling. At this time, there were dark clouds rolling in and thunder and lightning.

"You may not think I'm pretty, but don't judge a book by its appearance. If you can find a hat more beautiful than mine, I can eat myself up." Suddenly, a very unpleasant song sounded. Robert was stunned for a moment and looked around. The footstool and the wizard's hat that hadn't been bathed in I don't know how many years now had a wide crack split from the edge of the hat, like a mouth, opening and closing, singing a song written by itself, don't say , although it’s a bit unpleasant to listen to, it still has a sense of rhythm.

After the song was sung, the audience burst into applause. The Sorting Hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

Fred opened his eyes wide and looked at the old hat in disbelief, "So, this is the sorting?"

George opened his mouth wide and his voice floated a little, "What did Bill and Charlie say?"

Fred lowered his head in frustration, "Oh, my God, Bill said that at least 12 evil curses need to be broken, and Charlie told me to knock away 4 Bludgers during the sorting ceremony!"

"We were actually cheated!" George felt helpless and felt that he had been hollowed out.

The twins kept playing tricks, but the sorting ceremony continued without interruption.

"Robert Leslie!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

Robert was stunned for a moment, then trotted over to sit down and put his hat on his head.

"Well, this smell is so strong." Robert was stunned and couldn't help pinching his nose, "Dear Sorting Hat, have you never taken a shower?"

An old voice sounded in my ears, "Because the principal always forgets to bathe me, that's why I'm so dirty."

Robert's expression was a bit exciting. Well, old man, since it is Principal Dumbledore's will, you should continue to be dirty!

The Sorting Hat seemed a little dissatisfied. It twisted its body and said, "Okay, forget about the bath. I mean, if you have a chance to come to the headmaster's office, you must remember to remind Dumbledore to give me a descaling spell." !”

What could Robert say? He could only agree.