Seong-cheol, Luna, and Penelope walked through the foyer together, through the two opposite doors on the right. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the auditorium, the students all walked towards their house seats, and Xingzhe and Penelope sat down in a Ravenclaw position.

Xingzhe's popularity is bursting, after a summer vacation, most of the students especially want to eat Xingzhe's food, and now that they are back in school, they can eat Xingzhe's food again, how can a man who makes absolutely delicious food not be admired by everyone?

Xingzhe was not fluttering, but was overjoyed in his heart, and when the time came, with a little trick, the success of the hot pot restaurant could be completely realized hahaha!

"Owen, what are you smirking at?" Penelope noticed something strange about Xingzhe at this time.

"Nothing, nothing."

Xingzhe adjusted and sat quietly.

He saw Harry and the other three people come in, but their heads seemed to be a little miserable from the rain, and they staggered to the Gryffindor position.

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 filled with twittering students. At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table, where faculty members sit one by one, facing their students. It's a lot warmer here.

Xingzhe looked at the faculty desk. There seemed to be more empty seats there than usual. Of course, Hagrid was struggling across the lake with the first-year students; Professor McGonagall was probably trying to dry out the floor of the foyer, but there was still a seat empty.

So... Just let me see, in the case of my intervention... Who's there.....

Seong-cheol squinted his eyes and looked at the location. Then his eyes drifted to the side again.

The little man who taught them Charms, Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw House, sat on a large pile of cushions, next to Professor Sprout, the herbology teacher, her hat slanted over her long flowing gray hair. She was talking to Professor Sinista in the Department of Astronomy. On the other side of Professor Sinista sat Snape, the gray-faced, hooked-nosed, greasy-haired Potions teacher.

Snape would always look at a certain position on the faculty with a look that others would look like they were hurting.

Xingzhe wanted to laugh, now that Snape was his colleague, they were both in the Order of the Phoenix, and Snape would definitely not dare to point fingers at him compared to before.

The seat on the other side of Snape was empty, and Xingzhe guessed it was Professor McGonagall's seat. In the middle of the table, the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, sits.

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, and Harry had never seen it so stormy. Black and purple clouds tumbled above, and as there was another thunderclap outside, a fork of lightning streaked across the ceiling.

The door to the auditorium opened, and everyone fell silent. Professor McGonagall led the long line of first-year students to the top of the auditorium. First-year students were drenched in heavy rain. 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 all shivering from the cold and nervous - except for the youngest boy. He had gray-brown hair and something wrapped around him, and Seung-cheol recognized it as 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 one of Gryffindor's. He cocked two thumbs up and mouth-shaped, "I fell into the lake!" "Apparently, he was overjoyed by this.

At this point, 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 top of 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:

That was more than a thousand years ago.

I've just been woven into shape,

There are four famous wizards,

Their names have survived to this day:

..........

Xingzhe didn't feel anything about it, but the other students seemed to think that this was a particularly ceremonial thing, and their expressions were solemn.

After the Sorting Hat was finished, the auditorium burst into applause.

"The Sorting Hat sings differently today." Penelope said as he clapped with everyone.

"Every year the song is different." "As a hat, its life must have been monotonous, and I guess it took a whole year to come up with the next song." If only it could be friends with scimitar-horned snorers..."

At this point, Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment.

"When I call someone's name, they put their hat on their head and sit on a stool," she said to the first-year students, "and when the hat announces the house, they go and sit at the corresponding table." ”

"Stuart Ackley!"

A boy stepped forward and could be seen shaking from head to toe. He took the Sorting Hat, put it on his head, and sat down on the stool.

"Ravenclaw!" The Sorting Hat shouted.

Stuart Ackley took off his hat and hurried to a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone applauded him. Many cheered as Stuart Ackley sat down.

Xingzhe is naturally no exception.

"Malcolm Bardock!"

"Slytherin!"

As Malcolm Baddock sat down, Fred and George cheered.

"Eleanor Branstone!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Owen Caldwell!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey!"

Little Dennis Creevey stumbled forward, stumbling over Hagrid's moleskin coat, and Hagrid himself snuck into the auditorium through a door behind the staff's desk. He winked at them, sat down at the end of the staff desk, and watched Dennis Creevey put on the Sorting Hat. The crack in the brim of the hat opened.

"Gryffindor!" The hat said loudly.

Dennis Creevey's face lit up with joy, he took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit with his brother. At this point, Harry also applauded along with the rest of the Gryffindor classmates.

The sorting ceremony continued, and the new students, both men and women, walked to the three-legged stool one by one with varying degrees of fear on their faces. The line was slowly dwindling, and Professor McGonagall had finished reading the names on the list with the L switch.

"Hurry up..."Xingzhe was already a little impatient, "I'm so hungry....."

(To be continued.) )