There will be a change later, but the visual inspection will be late, so you can get up tomorrow morning and see again.

The last few chapters may be relatively light, but I'll try to write as much as possible during the holidays these days, and quickly pass this part.

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Harry was unsurprisingly assigned to Gryffindor, and he received the loudest cheers. Gryffindor's prefect, Percy Weasley, Ron's third brother, stood up and shook his hand tightly.

Ron's other two twin brothers shouted, "We've got Potter!

Until this time, Harry didn't understand why he was so popular, but he felt it was a good feeling.

Opposite Harry was one of the same ghosts he had encountered, the one in the wheeled collar, dressed exactly like the characters in the museum's medieval paintings.

Next to the ghost, Neville was holding a pen down with his head down, jotting something in a small notebook.

"Entering the hall at 18:50, there is a projection of the starry sky on the ceiling, which Hermione says is a spell cast by one of the founders of Hogwarts;

............

At 19:20, the sorting ceremony was over, and Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor like me, and we might be able to become friends, just as Grandma had hoped......"

These records look like diaries, but they are a little too detailed, more like records of potions or observations.

Neville has some problems with his memory, not that he is easily forgetful, but there are some things that he forgets quickly, and some things that he remembers very clearly, and he himself cannot control this qiē.

St. Mungo's Hospital diagnosed and contacted some previous things to find a solution, but before the treatment, it was stopped by Neville's grandmother for unknown reasons, but definitely not because she didn't love Neville and didn't want him to live better.

The reason is actually quite the opposite.

The habit of recording what was happening around him began three years ago, when he awakened his magic powers, but he also almost fell to his death. But it was also that time that Neville met Lyle, or rather, because he broke Lyle's bones, so Lyle and Neville crossed paths.

The method of keeping a journal was taught to Neville by Lyle, but it didn't work, as Neville would often forget to write it down in his notebook.

At the end of the sorting ceremony, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, an amiable old man, stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them, as if nothing made him happier than seeing the students come together.

"Welcome!" said Dumbledore, "welcome to Hogwarts to start the school year! That's it: stupid, crying nose, screwing, screwing, thank you!"

He sat down again, and everyone applauded and cheered.

"What do those four words mean by the headmaster?"

Neville had closed the notebook, but after hearing Dumbledore say four words that he didn't understand at all, he opened the notebook again and wrote them down. He asked Hermione the question because he thought Hermione was smarter than herself, but Hermione couldn't figure out what the old man meant.

"Who knows, maybe it's a mantra, or maybe it's a prayer in some out-of-the-way language. Hermione said, "Dumbledore was fluent in many languages, and he even knew Fishman's. ”

"That's right. Neville scratched his head, as if relieved, "I thought he meant me when he said stupid." ”

Hermione picked up her knife and fork and said without looking up, "Maybe it wasn't stupid at all, it just sounded pretty ...... Aren't you hungry at all?"

"Oh. ”

Neville answered, and the plate in front of him was filled with food: beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some odd reason, mint hard candy.

Most of the people sitting near Neville were first-year students, and it was only natural that the students seemed more intimate, chatting with each other while eating, from family to personal hobbies, from Quidditch to anecdotes.

Nick, who was almost headless, sat next to Neville, and he showed what it meant to be almost headless, except for Neville, everyone else's appetite was more or less affected.

When everyone had their bellies open and their stomachs were filled, the rest of the food disappeared from the plate. After a while, the pudding came up, and all kinds of ice cream flavors were served, such as apple pies,, chocolate muffins, fried jam doughnuts, wine jam puddings, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding......

"It felt like eating a buffet. Hermione commented.

Compared to the others, Neville ate a little too much, and his mouth barely stopped, making one wonder if his stomach had been cast with an [Extended Spell].

"Aren't you afraid of a stomachache after eating so much?" Ron asked.

"Well, it's okay, just exercise more. Neville picked up a doughnut, but put it down again, touched his stomach, and said, "I'm full now." After speaking, he frowned, grabbed the juice and poured it, suppressing an inexplicable feeling of nausea.

"Oops!"

Suddenly, Harry covered his forehead with one hand, and his expression was faintly painful.

"What's wrong?" asked Percy Weasley, who was discussing her homework with Hermione, turning her head.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

Neville glanced at Harry, then looked in the direction of his forehead, where the guest of honor was seated.

Hagrid was raising his glass and drinking, Professor McGonagall was talking to Headmaster Dumbledore, and a professor with a ridiculous scarf on his head was talking to a professor with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin......

Neville turned his head again, and the feeling in his heart was strange, because he had just noticed that someone was watching him, and that peeping made him feel uncomfortable, but soon the feeling was gone, like an illusion.

It's just a coincidence that Harry also experienced discomfort after him?

"Who is the teacher who spoke to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked Percy.

"Oh, Professor Quirrell, you've known him, and it's no surprise he's so nervous. It was Professor Snape, who taught Potions, but he was reluctant to teach it - everyone knew that he coveted Professor Quirrell's work, and Snape was a great expert in the dark arts. ”

Pulling out a small notebook, Neville jotted down what Percy said, whether it was useful or not, and then wrote it down.

Although some people are interested in Neville's little book, it's just that Neville is very tightly guarded, and others can't see it at all.

Eventually, the pudding was gone, Dumbledore was back on his feet, and the hall was silent.

"Oh, now that everyone is full and drunk, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I would like to make a few points to note with you. ”

"First-year students are aware that the woods on campus are off-limits to students. Some of our old classmates should also remember this. ”

Dumbledore's shining gaze swept over the Weasley twins, and the brothers smiled he, not embarrassed at all.

"Also, Mr. Filch, the Administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to do magic in the hallway between classes;

The Quidditch player review will take place in the second week of the semester, so please contact Madame Hooch if you wish to participate in the House team.

Finally, I must tell you that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident or a painful death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. ”

Neville listened attentively, and of course, he wrote it down in his notebook.

Neville had always thought that powerful wizards were very forced, but Dumbledore overturned this perception in a sense, because in addition to the four unclear words before, he also led the whole school to sing a song that he didn't know what he wanted to express but felt ashamed.

It wasn't that no one was having fun, the Weasley twins were having a good time, they sang to the slow melody of the Funeral March, and Dumbledore commanded the last few bars for both of them with his wand, and when they were finished, he applauded the loudest.

"Music!" said Dumbledore, rubbing his eyes, "more glamorous than everything we've done here!It's bedtime, let's go back to the dormitory." ”

Percy led the students back, and in order to take care of the first-year students, he introduced them as he went, like a conscientious tour guide. I don't know if it's luck or not, they ran into Peeves, and Percy chased it away under the name of Barrow the Bloody, but many times Peeves is quite difficult.

Gryffindor's common room is on the Gryffindor Tower, and at the end of the corridor on the eighth floor hangs a portrait of a very wealthy woman dressed in pink.

"Password?" she said.

"Dragon scum. ”

Percy replied, only to see the painting staggering forward, revealing a circular hole in the wall. As soon as they had climbed through the holes in the wall, they found themselves in the Gryffindor common room: a cozy circular room filled with soft armchairs.

I have to say that the furnishings of the bedroom are still good, at least the five beds with four pillars, and the beds with crimson flannel curtains are very comfortable at first glance.

Neville was roommates with Harry, Ron, Dean Thomas, and Simmons Finigan, and unlike the other four sleepy roommates, Neville was very energetic.

Taking off his coat, the other four people changed into their pajamas and ran to the bed to lie on their stomachs, only Neville found a relatively wide place after changing his pajamas and began to do the daily exercise he hadn't done today.

"Well, the long run and 100 push-ups were done in the morning, and now there are still 100 sit-ups and 100 squats. ”

After flipping through the notebook and confirming what to do next, Neville slowly crouched down with his head in his hands as his roommate snored......