The carriage passed through a gate flanked by winged boar sculptures and followed a wide driveway, shaking violently due to the strong winds, and many of the brightly lit windows glittered dimly behind the thick curtain of rain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The carriage in which the students were riding stopped at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oak gates.

"It's a damn weather. Ron jumped out of the carriage and landed on the wet ground, splashing a little muddy water.

Hermione said, "I'm really worried about how the first-year students will ferry. ”

By this time, Malfoy had penetrated into the cavernous foyer, where torches were lit and the marble staircase was magnificent.

A large red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and headed straight over Malfoy's head, but instead of being pleasantly surprised by the prank, the perpetrators of the prank were now in a state of panic.

"Mr. Malfoy, be careful!" was Peeves' panicked cry, and twenty feet above their heads floated the prankster-prone Peeves. He was small, wearing a hat with a bell and an orange bow tie, and the muscles on his big mischievous face were tense and nervous, this mischievous trickster was more cunning than most people think, and he knew who to mess with and who not to mess with at Hogwarts.

It's just that his warning didn't work at all, because Malfoy's alertness was quite keen, and this kind of hostile behavior was easy to distinguish, he just took out his wand and quickly recited a spell, and the balloon was bounced off the wall not far away, and exploded violently, and the water stains were all over the wall, and the surrounding crowd was not hurt much, but was frightened a lot, and began to be agitated, and soon the second water bomb was revealed, apparently Peeves set up a mechanism to let his prank be released automatically, and the advantage was that in this way, when he was ready, he didn't have to act himself, and he could observe as much as he wanted, enjoying the trouble that his pranks bring to others, which is the source of his pleasure.

The downside was obvious, he couldn't control his moves now, and one after another water bombs were pouring down from the ceiling, and it was hard to imagine what would happen if these things were put in the crowd.

The expected flood did not happen, and the moment they were about to land, the balloons seemed to be firmly blocked by an invisible soft barrier, and then these balloons, like a strong bow that was stretched to full strength, rebounded with abnormal strength, and launched vertically upwards in violation of physical principles.

"Mr. Malfoy, please forgive me!" Peeves was no longer at all as relaxed as he had been then, and the water bombs he had made were now frantically tracking him.

He is not a pure ghost, but also has a certain substance.

The surrounding students began to laugh, excited to have the upper hand in the duel with Peeves.

"It's just a small lesson. Malfoy said, staring at Peeves' fleeing figure.

"Mr. Malfoy, thank you for helping me with this little trouble. It was then that Professor McGonagall stumbled through the crowd, and the splash fell to the ground and became slippery, causing her to fall inadvertently.

"It's just a gesture, Professor McGonagall. Malfoy nodded.

Professor McGonagall looked up and exclaimed, "I warn you, Peeves—"

"I've been punished!" shouted Peeves, exhausted as he turned his head.

"Alright, let's go!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, changing her kind look.

Malfoy followed the crowd through the foyer, through the two open doors on the right.

The auditorium is still as splendid and magnificent, and it has been specially decorated for the banquet of the new school. Hundreds of candles floated above the tables, shining with golden plates and goblets, and four long house tables sat a few students, it was still early and the people were not yet in line, and at the top of the auditorium there was a fifth table, and the faculty and staff were seated one by one on one side of the table, facing their students. It's a lot warmer here.

There were a few empty seats at the faculty desks, and in the center sat the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. His flowing silver-white hair and beard glistened in the candlelight, and his sumptuous dark green robe was embroidered with stars and moons. The fingertips of Dumbledore's two slender hands touched together, his chin resting on top of them, and his eyes looked at the ceiling above through the half-moon lenses, as if in deep thought. The ceiling was enchanted and looked like the sky outside.

Moody, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the faculty desk, looking out of place.

"Alasto, come, sit here!" Dumbledore waved his hand in a friendly manner for Moody to sit next to him, and with a flick of his other hand, he conjured a chair out of thin air.

"You know, I don't like this kind of lively place. Moody coughed lightly, but even so, he dragged his wooden prosthetic leg over, pulled his chair, and sat down.

"You're going to have to deal with a lot of students after that. Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Oh, who dares to make a fuss in my class, I'm not going to be soft. Moody's gaze froze.

"Corporal punishment is strictly forbidden at Hogwarts, and we generally use confinement or a more gentle approach. Dumbledore said with a pleasant face.

"Oh, then it looks like my habits have to change, the last time I was here was in a different position, this time I'm a teacher, right, there's a word for being a teacher?" Moody raised his faint eyebrows, and the magic eye began to spin again.

"Of course, it's great if you can adapt as quickly as possible. ”

"I will. Moody nodded, then looked up at the sides of the auditorium, which were burning, shining brightly, revealing a somewhat dazed look, perhaps remembering something.

My student self, or was it my not-so-short Azkaban prison career?

After a while, the later students walked in from the outside one after another, some of them still wearing raincoats, and they also stomped on the floor a few times, shaking the raindrops on their bodies and splashing on the floor.

Once all the students had arrived, the sorting ceremony was about to begin, and Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and placed a tattered, dirty, patched wizard's hat on the stool. The first-year students stared at it in amazement. Others looked at it too. For a moment, there was silence in the auditorium. Then a crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly began to sing.

To the surprise of the seniors, the lyrics sung by the Sorting Hat were replaced this time, and the singing stopped, and the auditorium erupted in a burst of applause.

One after another, students with immature faces trembled in front of the Sorting Hat, in a sense, the decision of this hat will determine the direction of their lives.

Or rather, their original character is decided. The Sorting Hat is just a way to perceive the deep desires of these students.