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He was already a little dizzy from being smashed, and now he was even more groggy.

He just walked along the long table to the empty seat beside Hermione, but the road was extremely difficult.

Casto greeted the twins with a bear hug first, and then along the way, he was either tapped on the shoulder heavily, or a hand suddenly reached out from somewhere, ruffling his hair over and over again.

"Cool."

"Great!"

"There's a sword in the hat!"

......

So, Castor looked haggard and sat down next to Hermione.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Hermione looked serious.

"A little dizzy. Gryffindor, though, is so welcoming. Casto grabbed an empty goblet, shook it, and sighed helplessly, "I seem to be very popular?" ”

"Of course, this has never happened at a sorting ceremony!" Hermione smiled and closed the thick book on her lap, "You know, Gryffindor loves this kind of thrill. ”

She shook her cup as well, looking a little happy.

"Well, that sounds like a good fit for me." Casto was thoughtful.

Before he could ask Hermione when the dinner would officially begin, Hermione looked like she wanted to ask him some questions. At this point, Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly.

Casor and Hermione shut their mouths, and the still-bustling hall of the Sorting House fell silent.

"Welcome to Hogwarts and start the school year!" Professor Dumbledore said, his beard glistening from the light of the candles, "Before you have a good dinner, I'll have to take a little time to introduce you to a new teacher." ”

Everyone immediately turned their attention to the teacher's bench on the high platform, but there were two empty seats.

A handsome blonde male wizard immediately stood up. He wore a lavender lilac robe, and his face was full of spring breeze, and he had a perfect smile, but Casto felt that he was sneaking a peek at him.

Castor pursed his lips and confirmed that it was the man.

"Gildero. Lockhart. I'm sure everyone already knows - he's going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. ”

The hall was thunderous. Hermione put down her glass and clapped enthusiastically beside Castor.

Professor Lockhart cleared his throat with graceful demeanor, but Dumbledore had already opened his arms with a smile.

"Let's eat!"

Casto felt the glass in his hand sink.

He and Hermione clinked glasses and took a sip of cool orange juice.

The golden plates on the long wooden table were also filled with a variety of delicacies. Casto's attention immediately turned to the plate in front of him—he felt like he and Luna had tasted Bibi Beans on the train, but it didn't fill his stomach.

But he still felt a vague gaze on him, from the other four long tables.

Casto kept an eye out for a moment. It should be the Hufflepuff table, which is very innocent surprise; Ravenclaw, there, was extremely fervent curiosity; And Slytherin—he felt hatred and disbelief.

However, there were also people in the teacher's seat who looked at him, much more hidden. Dumbledore left after his speech, and a dark-haired man in a black robe sat down in an empty seat.

"How the hell did you get that sword to appear?" Hermione finally asked him.

People nearby also pricked up their ears.

"I don't know." Casto smiled reluctantly. He felt his head getting dizzier and dizzier after eating something.

But something else caught their attention.

"Slytherin said - Harry and Ron drove to the school - they crashed into the beating willow!" I don't know if it's the Gryffindor's words, "They might be expelled!" ”

Castor let out a long exhale, giving up on any more food.

.

Harry and Ron were not expelled.

They returned to the door of the Gryffindor common room, not knowing the password. Luckily, Hermione seems to be waiting for them here.

"Good news for you," Hermione grimaced, unable to see what was good about the news, "Casto and Ginny were sorted into Gryffindor. ”

"We've got it—Professor McGonagall told us," Ron said excitedly, "and there's a sword in the Sorting Hat!" He didn't go to Slytherin—"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"We've got to celebrate," Harry said, "where is Casto?" ”

"He's waiting for you to explain in the bedroom," Hermione's face remained serious, not at all happy, "Go ahead, the password is 'honeyeater'." ”

Harry and Ron's eyes widened.

"Oh no—" They looked at each other, remembering something.

During the summer holidays, Casto spent a lot of time alone in the garage. Mr. Weasley said that Castor had put a lot of effort into rebuilding the flying car - but it was gone.

At this moment, the portrait of the fat lady swirled open, and a thunderous applause erupted inside. It was as if none of the Gryffindor House students had slept yet, huddled together in the circular common room waiting for them. A lot of hands came out of the hole, pulling Harry and Ron in, and Hermione had to climb into it herself.

"Wonderful!" Plum. Jordan exclaimed, "That's amazing! What a wonderful way! Driving a flying car and hitting a willow, people will talk about it for many years! ”

They had to laugh embarrassedly.

"I'm going upstairs—I'm a little tired." Ron said. The two squeezed towards the door at the other end of the room, where a spiral staircase led to their bedroom.

Harry and Ron went upstairs to their surprise to find that there was an extra door next to their original dorm door. It also reads: Second grade.

They glanced at each other.

"I'll do it," Ron said dejectedly, "I'm driving the car." ”

He tentatively twisted the doorknob - it wasn't locked.

It was a small room, with only a bed with four posts against the wall, and a crimson flannel curtain hanging from it. At the head of the bed is a small table with a window there. Also, a wardrobe is placed in the corner.

The dark-haired boy sat cross-legged on the bed, already changing into his pajamas, and yawned.

Harry and Ron suddenly smelled a familiar smell of medicine.

"What's going on?" Casto said mildly.

Harry closed the door. They recounted their experiences.

"—It finally drove into the Forbidden Forest." Ron concluded.

There was a long silence.

Castor sighed and looked at them.

"Ford Anglia was attacked and didn't deform? My reinforcement really worked. Looks like you're not hurt, and you haven't broken your wand or anything—"

"I'm sorry—"

"No, I'm guessing he's just a little angry—because you're not a very qualified driver," Castor thought for a moment, "and maybe he's in trouble and wants to take shelter in the woods—and take a ride?" ”

Harry and Ron looked at Castor, who was in high spirits, not knowing how to answer.

He didn't look so angry anymore.

"You think I'm not angry?" Casto raised an eyebrow, "I just haven't figured out what to do yet." ”

Harry and Ron's hearts shuddered. They remembered that there was a demon in front of them on the same level as Fred and George.

They hung their heads in frustration.

But Harry felt more and more familiar with the smell of medicine. He racked his brain, and suddenly remembered where he had seen it.

"Well, that's it, I'm going to sleep," Casto collapsed, "I'm a little dizzy. ”

Harry recalled what he had heard about Castor after he put on the Sorting Hat.

"By the way, Casto, are you hurt?" Harry was visibly surprised.

"Sort of, I almost got knocked out by that sword." Casto looked at him strangely, "You heard about it too?" ”

"No—" Harry was a little agitated, "you're going to be almost knocked out?" And need to be applied? ”

Ron looked back and forth at the two of them in confusion, snorting a little uncomfortably.

"Medicine!" Ron suddenly realized, "This is the medicine you put on my head!" I was knocked out by the Queen! ”

"You threw me out of that room and slammed it on the table with the potion," Harry stared at the expressionless Castor, "Madam Pomfrey gave me the potion too." ”

"So what?" Castor asked faintly.

"If you're going to be hurt like that by that sword—" Harry thought he had something, but his thoughts were still a little confused. He slowly figured out what he wanted to say, "If you were all hurt by that sword like this...... The average wizard ......"

"I'm guessing it's going to die, what do you think?" Casto lay on the bed and said in a joking tone.

Harry and Ron stared at the figure on the bed in disbelief.

"Okay, I'm sorted into Gryffindor, aren't I?" The muffled voice said, sounding like Casto had comfortably buried his head in the soft covers, "Maybe it's just a test?" Aren't you welcoming me here? ”

Harry and Ron quickly shook their heads.

"Turn off the lights for me." The voice said briskly, "I think it's good to be with you guys at Gryffindor." ”