Chapter 8 Sorting Ceremony

"Ha, you roar incompetently." Mike shook his head with disdain in his words. "Okay, someone tell me what happened."

Harry and Ron gathered around, and they explained to Mike the purpose of Malfoy's visit just now.

Mike chuckled. He actually knew Malfoy's purpose.

Little Mr. Malfoy came with good intentions this time, but he was clearly a spoiled brat. He recognized Harry, but despised Ron. The most important thing is that he actually thinks that Harry, who grew up in the Muggle world, can understand his theory of pure-blood supremacy, especially under the premise that both Harry's parents died at the hands of Lord Voldemort, the leader of the pure-blood aristocracy.

It can be said that the two of them are not naturally on the same side. Want to win over Harry? Simply whimsical.

"Whenever he comes again, come to me and I will solve it. I have dealt with many such things when I was wandering on the streets." Mike said solemnly to the two of them.

"You are so handsome!" This is Ron and Harry.

Hermione's focus was different from the two.

"What, have you ever lived on the streets?"

"Yes, I am an orphan."

"I'm sorry, I meant..."

Hermione realized she had said something wrong and apologized hastily.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Mike interrupted before Hermione could finish. "The train is going to Hogwarts soon. Let's change clothes quickly. Madam, I think you need to get out of the way. In addition, thank you Neville, your courage just now is really amazing, you will definitely be sorted." Lanffindor's."

Hermione blushed and ran away.

Harry and others quickly changed into wizard robes, and unknowingly they all regarded Mike as their backbone.

Mike also put on the second-hand robes issued to him by Hogwarts.

The robe was obviously too small and could only cover Mike's calves, while Harry's robe was tailor-made and firmly covered his shoes.

Ron's robes were obviously second-hand or even from multiple hands. He looked at Harry's new robes and felt a little inferior.

Mike was different. He didn't care at all whether the shabby robes he wore would attract despising eyes from others. He strode off the train with Harry and Ron.

As soon as they got off the train, a tall figure caught the attention of three people. Hagrid's size would be hard to miss among this group of young wizards.

"First-year students! First-year students, come over here! Harry, come over here, how are you?" Hagrid finally spotted the three of them.

Under Hagrid's leadership, a black lake appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

A castle stands on the hillside on the other side of the lake. Under the starlight, the entire Hogwarts Castle seems to be dotted with pearls in the night sky. Even the moon pales in comparison with it.

"Each boat cannot exceed four people!" Hagrid led the little wizards onto the boat.

Harry and Ron boarded the boat first, followed closely by Mike and Hermione. Originally, Neville planned to take a boat with Mike, but when Hermione got on the boat first, he could only leave aggrievedly.

Hagrid rowed his small boat that could be sunk by him at any time and sailed in front, while the little wizards followed slowly. It wasn't long before Mike felt the majesty of Hogwarts as they got closer.

Unlike in the distance, the interior of Hogwarts is now brightly lit, and the castle is lined with spiers, which is very shocking.

"Lower your head!"

Mike and others fell into a state of dementia until Hagrid woke them up with a loud roar.

Everyone followed a dark tunnel to the pier beneath the castle, and finally gathered in front of a huge oak door under the leadership of Hagrid.

Neville's toad finally returned to Neville's hands on his own, and Neville burst into tears with excitement.

Mike, who noticed the movement over there, looked at Neville, met Neville's eyes and gave him an encouraging look.

The door was suddenly opened. A tall witch wearing an emerald green robe looked at the little wizards standing in front of the door. She had a serious expression and pursed her lips tightly. Her eyes drifted past Mike and Harry inadvertently. It's Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you, Hagrid, leave the rest to me."

She said goodbye to Hagrid and led a group of young wizards into the castle. Under the pressure of her momentum, the little wizards who were chatting among themselves all silenced and followed Professor McGonagall like chickens following an old hen.

After passing through the huge castle foyer, everyone finally stopped in a small room.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said, "but before you can officially enroll, you still need to go through the sorting ceremony to decide which house you will study in for the next seven years."

"The four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has given birth to countless outstanding wizards, and they have all made great contributions to the wizarding world. In addition, The school holds the College Cup every year. I hope you can all perform well and strive to win glory for your college.""

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. Before that, I suggest you tidy up your appearance." Professor McGonagall stared at the stain on Ron's nose and turned away.

Sensing Mag's gaze, Mike took out his wand and pointed it at Ron's nose, "Clean it up." The stain on Ron's nose disappeared instantly.

Noticing that Mike had cast the Cleaning Charm, Hermione opened her mouth in excitement.

"You actually learned how to clean up! I haven't even learned it yet, it's so hard!"

Mike smiled politely at her and didn't care. At this time, his attention was entirely on the white and transparent figures that suddenly emerged from the wall behind them, ghosts.

He was very interested in these ghosts. What kind of life forms were they? Does the soul really exist?

Soon Professor McGonagall came back, and she brought the little wizards into the auditorium.

Mike swore he had never seen such an amazing auditorium.

Students wearing robes sat around four long tables. Candles floated in the air above the long tables. Looking upward, you can see the ceiling. I don't know what kind of magic they cast on the ceiling. It's like the ceiling doesn't exist. The moonlight outside shines straight down, and dots of light and electricity dot the night sky.

"Uh-huh!" Professor McGonagall coughed to draw the attention of the freshmen. In front of her was a high wooden chair with a pointed wizard hat that must have been patched and worn. "I'm going to start calling the names. The students whose names I read out sit on their chairs and put on the sorting hat."

Mike was a little surprised. This was not what he expected. The Sorting Hat didn't sing!

But he didn't have time to think about it. Professor McGonagall started calling the names, and the first name that was read out was his.

"Mike Townley!"

Mike strode forward. He had already decided which house he would go to, Ravenclaw.

According to the original book and the information gathered in Diagon Alley these days, Slytherin is where pure-blood families gather, so pass. Hufflepuff is a mediocrity gathering place, so pass.

Between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Mike chose Ravenclaw.

First, the combat effectiveness of Ravenclaw students clearly overwhelms Gryffindor, and the Concentration Camp for Academic Overlords is not called this for nothing.

Second, Ravenclaw, like Slytherin, is also rich in dark wizards. You must know that the literal translation of Ravenclaw is "raven's paw", and the hidden meaning is "greedy predator". Where did all the books in the Hogwarts library come from? Most of them were plundered from elsewhere by Ravenclaw and his students. Therefore, Ravenclaw students are good at fighting and are not averse to plundering.

This can be seen from their dean, Filius Flivi. The dean of a top academic college is actually a fighting champion? If Ravenclawry were all nerds, there's no way he would be the Head of House.

In short, Ravenclaw is simply a paradise for Mike to cultivate his own followers.

Let's go back to the auditorium. Mike picked up the sorting hat. Although the sorting hat was dirty, he didn't dislike it at all. At the same time, he said silently in his heart: "Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, let me go to Ravenclaw." Crow."

The moment he put on the sorting hat, a strange voice sounded in his mind.

"Wow, a strange little wizard. He is ambitious and has outstanding magical talent. If it weren't for your bloodline, Slytherin would definitely be the most suitable house for you." The Sorting Hat paused, "What? You want to go to Raven Crow? It's not impossible, but maybe Gryffindor would be more suitable for you. Already decided? Okay then."

"Ravenclaw!"

The Sorting Hat announced the result loudly.

Suddenly, the students at the second table on the left burst into loud applause. This year's first freshman was theirs, which was a good luck.