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." ”

"Benjamin•Ashen!"

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.

Benjamin•Ashen took off his hat and hurried to a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone applauded and welcomed him.

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The next name Yolanda was careless, her eyes were fixed on the little boy, and she didn't know why Yolanda just thought he was different.

"Barty•Crouch!"

The boy's footsteps stepped onto the stage.

Unlike the other trembling students, the boy's attitude was calm.

The Sorting Hat struggled in his head for a long time, before finally letting out a long sigh, "Slyering! ”

The boy handed the hat back to Professor McGonagall, saluted her, and walked over to Slyderlin's long table and sat down.

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

Finally, the sorting ceremony ended with the cries of Alpha•Hepburn being sorted into Hufflepuff. Professor McGonagall picked up the Sorting Hat and small stool and took them away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up. He looked at all his classmates with a smile and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

"I have only two words to say to you," he said, and his deep voice echoed through the Great Hall, "Eat! ”

The empty plates were filled with food at once, and if there was one thing about Hogwarts that was by no means inferior to any other place, it was definitely food, and even the most discerning children from aristocratic families never complained about the food.

The rain was still pounding heavily on the high, dark windows. Another thunderclap crackled the windows, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the gloomy ceiling, illuminating the golden plate, the first remaining dish of food on the plate vanished, and in the blink of an eye it was filled with desserts, syrup pies, and chocolate cakes.

Finally, the dessert was swept away, the last remaining crumbs on the plate were gone, and the plate was clean and shiny again. Dumbledore stood up again. The humming of the hall suddenly stopped, and only the beating of the wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"That's it!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we've all eaten and drunk, I must ask for everyone's attention again, and I have a few announcements to make. ”

"As before, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue is not accessible to students, and in Hogsmeade Village, no students under the age of third grade are allowed to visit."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.

"Well, it's not early, and it's important that you walk into class tomorrow morning feeling refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed! Come on! ”