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Vio, Harry, and Ron got off the train together, and they were led into the castle by a big man as big as a hill.

There, in the great shadow of the castle gates, stood a middle-aged woman in a long green robe with her hair meticulously coiled behind her head, her eyes piercing and looking very serious.

She nodded to the big man leading the new students and said, "Okay Hagrid, leave it to me when you're here, hard work." ”

The castle gate slowly closed behind them, and Vio was excited and unreal for a moment, and the children next to him followed the woman honestly, and she led them to a secluded side hall.

"I'm one of the professors at this school, you can call me Professor McGonagall. This great school, Hogwarts, is made up of four excellent houses, each with a long and colorful history, and its own bias that it does best. ”

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes glanced at the first-year freshmen who had their heads bowed and did not dare to speak, and continued, "Next you will go through the sorting ceremony to determine the house that is suitable for you, whether it is Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or—" She raised her eyebrows unnaturally - "Slytherin, you must all have the consciousness to bring glory to your house. Your actions will ultimately determine the outcome of next year's House Cup. That would be a great honor! Also, pay attention to your image!"

She glanced majestically at a grease stain on the tip of Ron's nose, "Okay, this way! Now follow me into the lobby!"

The first-year students were almost silent, except for Hermione, who was holding her wand and muttering words in her mouth, presumably reviewing a spell she had read over the summer. Harry and Ron looked at her with envy, and Vio smiled, after all, these three would still be good friends.

The lobby is full of gold, and the tall columns around it are decorated with many delicate ribbons. The ceiling is very high, and many crystal lamps are suspended in the air, which glow golden, making the whole hall as bright as day.

From time to time, some transparent shadows passed by them, and Vio recognized them as the ghosts described in the book, and they really emitted a faint pearly white light.

At the other end of the auditorium were four long tables, each almost full. First-graders line up past the red-decorated desks above them. The people sitting at the table looked at them with curiosity, and two of them grimaced at the same time—not scary, amusing many of the tense first-year students.

With dazzling red hair and identical handsome faces, they patted Harry and Ron, who were passing by them, on the shoulders, and said with a smile in a sweet and greasy voice: "Come on, dear brother~" "Come on, dear Harry~" It was obviously the Weasley twins seen on the platform today, Fred and George.

As Vio passed by, they tacitly turned their heads and greeted the others, presumably remembering that she was standing next to the Malfoys. Vio was looking around earnestly when suddenly the line stopped.