The train kept heading north, and the weather was still unpredictable. The raindrops pounded on the windows of the car one by one, and then the sun slouched out of its face, and soon the clouds drifted by, covering it again. As night fell, the train's lights came on.

Emily pressed her forehead to the window to get a better view of the outside of the car, but unfortunately it was a moonless night, it was dark outside, and only the raindrops could be seen sliding diagonally down the window, and the rain-soaked windows were dirty.

Alan handed over a towel that he had wet with hot water, and Emily wiped the dust off her forehead before changing into her school uniform robe.

On the platform, the big man Hagrid was carrying a magic lamp, and he shouted loudly, "First-year students come here...... First-year freshman ......"

"Alan, I want to go to Ravenclaw, what are I going to do when the sorting house is going to be later?" Emily asked as she hugged Alan and looked up, her voice a little nervous, apparently hearing the other freshmen talking about the sorting house.

"Don't believe anyone else's bragging, Emily, the school won't ask you to deal with a troll right now, don't worry, you'll find out later. Alan comforted his sister, but decided to uphold the tradition of not telling new students how to sort the house.

Emily nodded suspiciously, picked up her robes, and rushed toward Hagrid with the panicked-looking group of first-year students.

On the dark, rain-washed street outside Hogsmeade Station, Alan didn't climb into a Thestrals' carriage until he could no longer see Emily's tiny figure.

Harry sat in the carriage too, looking at Thestrals standing between the poles.

They resemble reptiles in shape, with a huge black horse body and no flesh at all, and their black fur is tightly clinging to the bones, and the bones are clearly visible. The head resembles the head of a dragon, with white eyes without pupils, and a long black tail that grows wings in the bulge between the shoulder bones.

"I really don't understand, these carriages used to be able to walk on their own, so why are they being pulled this year with these horrible black winged horses?" complained Harry, who felt strange and unlucky that these ugly animals stood motionless and silent in the darkening night.

"Walking on your own?" Alan thought for a moment and understood what Harry meant.

Luna, who was already sitting in the carriage, put down her singing and looked at Harry, "That's Thestrals, so you witnessed death in an accident during the last tournament?"

Alan looked at Harry, who was a little confused by the question, and explained to him: Only those who have witnessed death can see them, and Thestrals have an amazingly good sense of direction, just tell them the destination, and wherever you want to go, it will get you where you want to go. ”

Despite hearing their explanations, Harry found the creature unpleasant.

When Thestrals drove into Hogwarts and stopped in front of the castle, Harry jumped out of the carriage, nodded to Alan, and ran to the entrance hall to share what he had just seen.

The foyer was lit red with torches, echoing the footsteps of the students. They walked through the stone-paved ground towards the two gates on the right that led to the auditorium, where the opening banquet was held.

As soon as Alan entered the hall, he saw Umbridge sitting next to Dumbledore in the faculty chair, she looked like a senior girl, short and fat, with short gray-brown hair with a fist and a very ugly large pink bow on it, which matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robes.

Dressed in a dark purple robe covered with silver stars and wearing a matching hat, Dumbledore sat in the golden high-backed chair next to her, tilting his head towards Urumqi, Umbridge speaking into his ear.

When Hagrid returned to his seat, Allen's attention was drawn to the foyer. Now that Hagrid has appeared, it means that the first-year students must have crossed the Black Lake to the castle.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door to the hall opened, and a long line of terrified-looking first-year freshmen was led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall held a stool with an old wizard's hat topped with patches and a wide tear next to the frayed brim.

The buzz in the auditorium gradually subsided. First-year students line up at the staff desks, facing their classmates from other grades. Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them, then stepped back.

The faces of the first-year students shimmered pale in the candlelight. Emily in the middle of the group looked calm, but her clenched little fists betrayed her nervousness. The Harris family maintained the traditions of the wizarding world very well, and no one told Emily how they were divided. And the unreliable speculations of the little wizards who were just outside the door of the Great Hall, waiting for the mysterious test that was about to decide which academy they belonged to, made her heart even more uneasy.

The whole school waited with bated breath, and the worn-out hat on the stool opened its mouth and began to sing the new song it had made: "...... The lessons of history warn us that our Hogwarts is in danger and that enemies outside the school are eyeing us. We have to be united from within, or everything will fall apart from within......"

When the Sorting Hat finished singing its new song, there was applause in the Great Hall, but there was a whisper in between—usually, the Sorting Hat only described the different qualities that the four Hogwarts houses valued and its own mission to the students, but this time, it was trying to give advice to the school.

But when Professor McGonagall announced the list of first-year students, everyone's attention was quickly diverted, and the buzz in the auditorium came to an abrupt end.

Slowly, the long line of first-year freshmen shortened a little, and all four houses had already received many new students, only then did Professor McGonagall call Emily's name.

Emily showed unusual poise, straightening up and walking towards the Sorting Hat.

"This is my sister, very intelligent, she has always wanted to come to my house, yes, it was a natural thing to be sorted into Ravenclaw. Alan smugly boasted to his Ravenclaw classmates.

Emily had made it to the stool, and she put her hat on her head. Unlike the young wizards who had announced the academy without thinking much about it, the Sorting Hat seemed to hesitate for a long time this time.

Alan couldn't help but think that when he had just won the Quidditch Boutique Grand Prix, and when faced with his family's questions, it was Emily who stood up to defend him, and hesitated: "Perhaps, she may also be sorted into Gryffindor ......"

After a long time, the crack next to the brim of the Sorting Hat finally opened again, and he announced loudly, "Slytherin!"

The Slytherins, led by Malfoy, erupted in cheers, and Emily reluctantly shuffled into the middle of the Slytherins, looking pitifully at Alan at the Ravenclaw table.

"Ahem...... Slytherin ...... Well, my father is also from this house, and he will be very happy when he learns this news" Alan looked a little embarrassed because of the previous boast, but although he regretted that his sister could not be in the same house as him, Alan was immediately attracted by the Slytherin people who surrounded Emily, seeing that Emily was very popular and well taken care of in Slytherin, although he knew that their purpose was to show favor to Harris, but Alan was still relieved.

"Welcome to our new students," Dumbledore said in a loud voice, his arms outstretched and a big smile on his lips, "Welcome! Welcome to our old students—welcome back! There is so much time for speeches, but not now. Let's eat it and eat it!"

There was a burst of appreciative laughter and applause in the Great Hall, and Dumbledore sat down upright, throwing his long beard over his shoulders to keep them from blocking his plate—delicacies suddenly fell from the sky, and the five long tables were at once filled with large chunks of beef, pies, plates of vegetables, bread, jam, and pots of pumpkin juice, groaning from overwhelm.

Alan looked over at the Slytherin table, which had briefly scrutinized Emily's plate and piled it with her favorite syrupy fruit tart. But Emily is not a golden Galleon after all, and she can't be liked by everyone, and Alan also noticed that at the Slytherin table, I don't know if it was out of jealousy or pretentiousness, there were a few little wizards who didn't look at Emily with friendly eyes.

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