"Well done, Aven!" Professor McGonagall rushed out of the auditorium in a hurry, the floor was so wet that she slipped under her feet, grabbed one of the students so she didn't fall, she straightened the pointed hat on her head, and sternly said to the crowd drenched in soup, "I'll take care of the rest, you guys come into the auditorium, hurry!"

As the crowd flowed, Aven, Harry, Ron, and Hermione slid through the foyer and through the two open doors on the right. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ron muttered in a huff, brushing his wet hair away from his face.

The auditorium is still as splendid and magnificent, and it has been specially decorated for the banquet of the new school.

Hundreds of candles float above the table, illuminating golden plates and goblets.

The four long college tables were already full of twittering students.

At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table, where faculty members sit one by one, facing their students.

Aven, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked past the students of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and then sat at the table at the end of the auditorium with the rest of the Gryffindor House students.

Next to them was the ghost of Gryffindor House, Nick, who was almost headless.

Nick is translucent and has a pearly white glow.

Tonight, he wore his usual tight top, but with a particularly large wheel-like ruffled collar. He wore the collar for a twofold purpose, to look more festive, and to make sure his head didn't shake too much on his half-cut neck.

"Good evening. He smiled and said to them, "How's the summer vacation going?!"

"Not bad!" replied Evan, tapping his school uniform robe lightly with his wand.

The moisture on it evaporates instantly, and the clothes become dry again.

"I've seen the recent Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry, and you've done a great thing, Avan!" Nick said proudly, "There are so many ghosts asking me about you, and they know that I have the best relationship with you." ”

In Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry, Evan needs Nick's help with a lot of things.

Sources of news from ghosts located across the UK have now become the newspaper's biggest feature and popularity.

Evan and Nick also have a lot of contact opportunities, and among all the young wizards in school, the two of them have the best relationship.

As soon as the two of them had spoken, Colin dragged his wet robe between them.

"Aven, you guys come in first, it's raining too hard outside!" Colin took off his shoes and poured out the water inside, "I stood in the foyer for a while, trying to see my brother crossing the lake, but I couldn't see anything in the dark. ”

His brother's name was Dennis Creevey, and he had already seen him on the train.

The little guy had gray-brown hair and looked smaller than Colin, but more energetic.

Obviously, Colin had already told him a lot about Hogwarts, and he had praised Evan in front of him.

As soon as the little guy saw Aven, he was so excited that he almost lost his breath, and told many deeds related to him in a row.

It was a replica of the time Colin saw Harry.

"I wish they were sorting soon, I can't wait!" Colin said, bouncing on his chair, "I wish he was sorted in Gryffindor!

"No problem!" Evan nodded.

Harry agreed, and the conversation turned to whether the siblings were in the same house.

Judging from the situation of the Weasleys, this is indeed the case, and all seven of their children are sorted into Gryffindor House.

But not necessarily, Hermione gave Parvati Petyr as an example.

Her twin sister is in Ravenclaw, and they both look exactly the same.

Even in terms of personality, there is no difference.

There is also the example of Sirius, where the Black family tradition is Slytherin, and he is the only one who has been sorted into Gryffindor.

This made Colin nervous and kept praying with his hands folded for Dennis to get a Gryffindor.

Aven's gaze turned to the center of the auditorium, since he had entered the school, due to many fortuitous factors, he had not watched the sorting ceremony live, and this year it looked like he would not miss it.

At the faculty desk, there were more empty seats than usual.

Hagrid was leading the first-year students across the lake, Professor McGonagall was in the foyer to have the floor dry to keep Peeves from coming out to make trouble, and Professor Snape wasn't there, only Dumbledore was sitting there as usual.

As before, Dumbledore's flowing silver-white hair and beard glistened in the candlelight, and his sumptuous dark green robes were embroidered with stars and moons. The fingertips of his two slender hands touched together, his chin rested on top of them, and his eyes looked at the ceiling above through the half-moon lenses, as if in deep thought.

For a long time, as if sensing Aivan's gaze, he lowered his head and winked at him with a smile.

Beside Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick sat on a large pile of cushions, sipping a red drink.

Next to him was Professor Sprout, the herbology teacher, with her hat slanted over her long flowing gray hair, talking to Professor Sinista of the Department of Astronomy.

A moment later, just as the banquet was about to begin, Snape appeared.

His face was gray, his nose hooked, his hair greasy, and he walked into the hall in a dark robe, his steps soft and silent.

Snape seemed to have an invisible aura, and all the little wizards subconsciously closed their mouths as he passed.

His cold gaze of disgust lingered briefly on Evan and Harry, and then quickly moved away.

"Look at the teacher's seat, there's still a vacant seat in there!" Harry said, following Snape's footsteps toward the classroom seat, "It's the new teacher in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, why hasn't he come yet, and I don't know who it will be?"

None of the Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers could stay more than a year, and that position was cursed.

Evan knew that this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was Mad-Eyed Moody.

To be precise, a fake Moody, impersonated by Barty Crouch Jr.

He didn't know what he was doing, and he hadn't shown up until now.

"I don't know who it is, but I hope it's faster, I'm hungry!" Ron said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the auditorium opened, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Professor McGonagall led the long line of first-year students to the top of the auditorium, where everyone looked.

If Aven, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were soaked before, they were nothing compared to these first-year freshmen.

Look at them as if they were not on a ferry, but swimming from the lake.

They stood in a row along the staff's desks, paused and faced the whole school.

They were shivering because they were cold and nervous, except for the youngest boy.

He was Colin's younger brother, Dennis, and the little one was wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat.

The coat was too large to wear on him, and he looked as if he were under a black circus fur tent.

His little face protruded from the collar, and he looked terribly excited.

As he stood in a row with his terrified companions, his gaze met Colin and Aven.

He cocked two thumbs up and mouth-shaped, "I fell into the lake!"

Seeing that, he was so happy about this. (To be continued.) )