Toads or something are just floating clouds, after all, in this era of everything looks at faces, this kind of low-value pet should have been eliminated a long time ago. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Neville's story fully expresses the question of how terrifying the generational gap between wizards is, and this topic is probably more meaningful to study than the bottom of a crucible or something.

Of course, there was no intention of studying the subject at the moment, after all, such idle reports were often left to the Ministry of Magic—mostly to show that most of the Ministry's departments were still doing business, rather than simply messing around with a glass of pumpkin juice or a butterbeer with a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Well, nothing misses the point of the story, the point is that the knocker on the door is a little girl with brown hair and a pair of eye-catching front teeth, and at this moment, she is staring at the little wizard who opened the door in surprise as she finishes the question—and then Alan reads something called surprise in the eyes of the freshman in front of her.

"What?" - it was a voice of joy at the sight of an acquaintance, and then the little girl began her own barrage of words:

"You're a Hogwarts student too? Oh, yes, this is the only school of witchcraft and wizardry in the UK, how could you not be a student here? I mean- I'm so happy I didn't even have time to think about anything else when I got my acceptance letter. ”

She was so happy - after all, it was really difficult for a top student to avoid being ostracized in school, especially when she had some little secrets that she didn't dare to tell anyone.

Therefore, when she learned that people like herself were not the only ones, this little girl desperately began to read and study and strive not to be regarded as an outlier here, but she didn't know that even in Hogwarts she was a minority-other people's children were the most annoying.

It is precisely because of the anticipation of a new life that this kind girl began to help other partners in difficulty before she was very familiar with the environment - hey, little girl, you are too familiar, how did you get in?

When Hermione entered the box, Anne was dealing with a giant cake, the Hogwarts Express Edition, which was worth having.

"Huh?" - Though she had seen her a year ago, it was clear that Anne had forgotten the girl in front of her - or rather, she remembered her experience of toothache more clearly.

At this moment, Anne, who had just put a large piece of cake in her mouth, was latching on her food like a squirrel—she had thought that Alan would be able to handle the visitors well, but now she was faced with the dilemma of having to turn around and swallow the cake as if no one had seen it.

Luckily, Neville didn't come in, otherwise she would have been doubly embarrassed.

By the time Anne turned her head with a slightly red face, Hermione had already begun to introduce herself—"Well, we've already met, but I'll introduce myself first—I'm Hermione Granger, a freshman this year, and I'm very happy to be able to enter Hogwarts this year, so can I ask you?"

"Alan Robinter" - Alan points to himself, Robin is the name of the director of their orphanage.

"My sister, Anne Robinter" - Since Anne is drinking pumpkin juice to make the cake swallow, Alan has to introduce her.

"Oh, I see, are you seniors, what do you know about the Sorting House? and can you show me a few more magical spells?" - she said quickly and urgently, leaving Alan with little time to answer.

Just when Alan wanted to slowly answer the questions one by one, Anne finally returned to normal, she pointed to Neville, who was locked in the door of the box and was thinking about life, and said:

"You're not looking for a toad, your companion seems to be waiting for you there. ”

"Oh no, oh my God, I'm sorry Neville, I completely forgot!" she hurriedly said goodbye, and then took Neville, who was still looking for life and toad.

Anne sat back down with a slick of the word, smiled and began to take a sip of pumpkin juice - without the correct annotation, the horror game about the Sorting would have lasted until the outcome was known. ”

"Alan, that little witch was a bit of a nuisance just now. Anne stroked the pudding's hair and said her own assessment.

That's true, compared to her high and terrifying IQ, this little witch's low EQ is terrifying.

The people who can bring huge points to the college don't even have a female friend - this emotional intelligence is also low, and there is no one.

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With the train whistle blaring, the group was soon brought to the side of the carriage.

As for the newcomers, the heavens want to descend to the 。。。。。。

In a word, you young people need to be honed, anyway, the senior classmates unanimously support this cross-lake behavior and give 32 likes - the principle is probably similar to the seniors and seniors looking forward to the sunny weather during the military training in colleges and universities, and they are full of love for the younger brothers and sisters!

Admission to the hospital, queue up, enter the table of your own academy and prepare for the new ones - although you can't let something explode (everyone is in front of you and need a bicycle) or send a red envelope to tease - but the rules that have been passed down can still make them have a show to watch at this moment - the old rules appreciate the ignorant and scared expressions of the newcomers.

It's just that there are a lot of people who have come to divide up this year, and almost all the ghosts in the whole house have come - even in a remote corner Alan even saw Myrtle's head leaking out of a half-pull -, you've been monitoring Harry since now?

A perverted ghost at Hogwarts peeks at a reluctant Mr. Harry Potter from first year until he leaves school!!

Come to think of it,, how many boys has this ghost seen since he was killed by Mr. Tom Riddle in the toilet for all sorts of unspeakable things?

Could it be that the whole story of Harry Potter is -- the people who were indescribable by Myrtle in those years?

Disastrous......

While Alan was sighing, the Sorting Hat was almost done with his year's work.

Finally, in the midst of all the attention, a little black-haired boy with a hat on his head shouted the decisive name - Gryffindor.

Although Dumbledore had not spoken, Alan estimated that he was smiling.

After all, if the Sorting Hat had called out Slytherin, he would have more options - kill Harry, or kill Harry, or kill him?