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There was a creak.

The door to the cafeteria opened, and Professor McGonagall walked in with a group of freshmen.

Arthur, Philip and other twenty little warriors were mixed in with a group of little wizards, looking around curiously.

Suddenly, Philip screamed.

"Arthur, look at the high platform, Mr. Long, Mr. Long is sitting on the high platform!"

Arthur looked in the direction pointed by his brother Philip and saw the mysterious Mr. Dragon, dressed in a black dragon pattern samurai suit with silver incuts, sitting in a group of wizarding professors.

"Oh my God, Philip, I recognize the clothes Mr. Ryu is wearing, it is a black samurai suit with silver dragon pattern, a black samurai suit with silver dragon pattern that only a black belt samurai can wear!"

Arthur exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"Arthur, I saw it too, I didn't expect Mr. Long to be a black belt samurai, it's so surprising."

Philip exclaimed.

"Yes, with Mr. Long's age, I thought he was a blue belt warrior at most, but I didn't expect him to be a black belt warrior, even if it is the lowest black belt, Mr. Long is afraid that he is also the most talented genius since the opening of our martial arts school!"

Arthur sighed.

Not only Arthur and Philip, but all the little wizards recognized Zhang Long.

"Wow, look, it's the mysterious dragon, it's the mysterious Mr. Dragon on the train, Mr. Dragon and Headmaster Dumbledore are sitting together!"

"Mr. Ryu's samurai costume is so cool, but why haven't you seen it before?"

"I know, I know, my brother has been studying martial arts for three years, and I heard him talk about the samurai uniforms of the Great China Martial Arts School.

If I'm not mistaken, the full name of the samurai uniform worn by Mr. Ryu should be a black samurai suit with silver dragon pattern, which is a high-class samurai costume that can only be worn by a black-belted samurai. ”

"Black Belt Samurai, is it powerful?"

"Nonsense, of course it's amazing, if it's not powerful, how could Mr. Long kill those werewolves."

"Wow, Mr. Long is so handsome after changing his clothes, no, no, no, I'm going to faint."

……

Mr. Zhang Long from the East is really popular!

Listening to the muttering of the young wizards, Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "All right, children, don't talk, line up in line, follow me." ”

Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students to the high stage and had them line up in front of all the upperclassmen.

Then he gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a top wizard hat on the stool. The wizard hat is dirty, patched, worn out, and looks like an antique.

"Sorting Hat!"

Zhang Long lifted his spirits and looked at the top wizard hat curiously.

In the cafeteria, all the upperclassmen stared at the Sorting Hat, and soon, the freshmen noticed something unusual and cast their eyes on the Sorting Hat as well.

There was silence in the restaurant, and then something magical happened.

The hat moved, and a wide slit was split from the brim of the hat, like a mouth, and then suddenly he sang: "You may think that I am not pretty, but do not judge people by their appearance, if you can find a hat that is more beautiful than me, I can eat myself......"

Nima, this sorting hat is narcissistic!

Zhang Long pursed his lips.

“…… Come put me on! Don't be afraid! Don't panic! In my hands, even though I don't even have a hand, you're absolutely safe, because I'm a thinking magic hat! ”

After the sorting hat finished singing, the audience applauded, and Zhang Long also applauded.

Hearing the applause, the Sorting Hat bowed to each of the five tables, and then stood still.

At that moment, Professor McGonagall stepped out with a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House."

Professor McGonagall glanced at the parchment and said, "Levingplis!" ”

A ruddy-faced, brown-haired boy stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered his eyes.

After a moment's pause.

"Hufflepuff!"

The Sorting Hat shouted.

The seniors at the table on the right applauded and cheered him and welcomed him to take a seat at their table, and Zhang Long saw a chubby monk ghost and waved to her happily.

"Carrie Pence!"

"Hufflepuff!"

The Sorting Hat shouted again, and Carrie quickly ran over to Levin and sat down.

"Hunter the Blues!"

"Ravenclaw!"

This time, the second table on the left clapped their hands, and when Hunter joined them, several Ravenclaw students stood up and shook his hand.

……

Soon, the sorting ended, and Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and returned to the high table to take a seat.

At this point, Dumbledore stood up, looking at the students with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to them, there was nothing more pleasing to him than to see the students in a large group.

"Alright, everyone be quiet."

Dumbledore's hands pressed together, and the students fell silent.

"Before the banquet, I would like to introduce you to a new friend, that is, the black belt third-dan samurai who came to replace Professor Zhao Dashan to give you a martial arts class, the vice principal of the Great China Martial Arts School, Zhang Long, Mr. Long, everyone is welcome."

"Mr. Dragon!"

"Mr. Dragon!"

……

When the newly enrolled little wizards and little warriors heard this, they applauded and cheered excitedly.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron also applauded desperately, and Ron whistled even more.

The senior students also clapped their hands in friendliness.

In the applause of the audience, Zhang Long stood up.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Long, I am the younger brother of Professor Zhao Dashan, I am a newcomer, and I would like to ask the teachers and students to take care of me, thank you!"

Zhang Long said and bowed to the audience.

"Welcome, Dragon!"

"Mr. Long, I'll sign up for a martial arts class!"

……

The audience applauded thunderously, and the freshmen screamed again and again.

These little wizards are really enthusiastic!

Zhang Long smiled at the audience and sat down.

"Alright, freshmen, on behalf of Hogwarts, I welcome you all the way, you must be hungry, so let's eat together!"

Dumbledore sat down as he spoke, and the students below cheered and applauded excitedly.

Delicious food suddenly appeared on the long table, roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, sausages, steaks, gravy, tomato sauce......

……

"Look, it's over there."

"Where?"

"There is, it's the one in a black samurai suit with silver dragon pattern."

"Wow, as rumored, it's really handsome!"

"Handsome is very handsome, but he looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, did he really kill more than ten werewolves by himself?"

"What's the fake, the school bulletin board has been posted, I heard that Headmaster Dumbledore is going to award him a medal!"

……

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the news of the attack on the train spread, and Zhang Long's name resounded throughout Hogwarts, and as a result, these whispers have been chasing Zhang Long since he walked out of the martial arts department.

When he was in the minister's room, the female students lined up outside, tiptoeing one by one, wanting to see his true face.

When he came out, the girls walked past him, turned back, and stared at him deadly.

Rao is thick-skinned, and he is also a little embarrassed to be looked at by these bold foreign girls.

In the end, Zhang Long simply closed his ears, he was now ready to go to class, and he had to concentrate on finding his way to the classroom.

There are a total of one hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts.

Some of them are wide and large, some are narrow and small, and they are wobbly, some of them lead to different places every Friday, and some of them go up halfway, and one of the stairs suddenly disappears, and you have to remember where to jump over.

Plus, there are a lot of doors that won't open for you if you don't politely ask them to open them, or if you poke them in the right place.

Other doors weren't real doors at all, just sturdy walls that looked like doors.

It's hard to remember what's in what place, because everything seems to be constantly moving, and the people in the portrait are constantly visiting each other.

This situation made Zhang Long, who was in class for the first time, feel very depressed, because after walking for most of the day, he found that he was back to the original point.

In short, seven words, he was tragically lost. (To be continued.) )