By the time Carl lifted his head, it was already dark.

Through the train window, he could see the mountains and woods in the distance, and at the same time, the train began to slow down.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes, please leave your luggage on board and we'll take you to school. ”

As the sound of the radio rang out, the entire Hogwarts Express became noisy.

Outside the box, the little wizards had already begun to rush to the exit of the carriage with the flow of people.

Only Carl didn't get up from his seat until the car came to a stop.

He drew his wand, pointed to his suitcase, thought for a moment, and put it back down. He just took out the copy of "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts" from the box and stuffed it into his arms, and left the salute in the box.

At the end of the crowd, Carl stepped out of the carriage and onto a small and dark platform, the slightly cold air made Carl feel refreshed.

Instead of following the little wizards around, Carl stood on the platform and waited for a while, when he heard a shout: "First-year freshmen!

Cal looked for it, and saw an oversized man with a big beard, with an oil lamp in his hand, standing there like an iron tower.

Rubeus Hagrid, a half-breed giant with a rugged exterior but a kind heart, has a giant mother and a short father.

The moment he saw Hagrid, a strange picture appeared in Carl's mind - he couldn't be blamed for that.

Then, under Hagrid's leadership, Carl and a group of young wizards boarded a boat to Hogwarts.

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall. Hagrid said.

Standing in front of him was a tall black-haired witch in an emerald green robe.

Carl noticed that Professor McGonagall seemed to be glancing at him on purpose, and Carl hoped he was dazzled.

What happened next was lackluster, and unsurprisingly, Carl was once again wandering into the world, and even the appearance of a group of ghosts didn't pull his mind back.

So, it wasn't until he was wearing the Sorting Hat and sitting in full view that he finally turned his mind back to the present.

Carl sat on a quadrangular stool, stared at by hundreds of pairs of eyes.

To be honest, he was really a little uncomfortable, it had been several years since he was in elementary school in this world, and it had been several years since he returned to his school days, but it was the first time he had faced so many people alone, which made him feel particularly awkward.

Most of all the young wizards of the entire British wizarding world should be concentrated here, and Carl couldn't help but maliciously wonder, if a missile hit at this time and exploded in the auditorium, would the British wizards be collectively killed.

Carl felt that this was a subject worth studying, and was about to think about it deeply, when the Sorting Hat on his head shouted, "Gryffindor!"

WTF？

Carl struggled, shouldn't the normal process be the Sorting Hat saying he has ambitions, that Slytherin can help him achieve greatness, or that he is extremely talented, and that Ravenclaw is the best choice, or something?

Why did he just put on his hat and announced it directly, this is not according to the routine!

Originally, he had already planned in his heart, Slytherin he would definitely not go, what was there to go to a house that even the headmaster discriminated against, and he was full of forgiveness.

He wants to go to Ravenclaw, which is not only in line with his intelligence, but also can stay away from the savior team and be a melon-eating crowd with peace of mind, which is not too cool.

Unfortunately, it backfired, could it be that there was some kind of courage and good quality in his heart that even he didn't even perceive, so that the Sorting Hat didn't even communicate and directly decided that he was a Gryffindor?

Carl is a little skeptical, he shouldn't be that kind of person, right?

With infinite confusion, Carl handed the Sorting Hat back to Professor McGonagall, and reluctantly, moved to the Gryffindor table, and sat down at random, ignoring the people around him shaking hands with him.

"I said man, you've been sitting here for a long time, do you want to become those ghosts as soon as possible?" George's voice rang in Carl's ears.

"Or are you scared too much to eat by Nick, who almost lost his head?" said Fred.

"Nick, what Nick?" Karl jerked up as soon as he heard his adoptive father's name called, and then realized what the twins were talking about.

Then he immediately reacted: his adoptive father had the same name as the Gryffindor ghost, the almost headless Nick.

However, his attention quickly turned to the immediate eye.

At this time, the opening party has already begun for a while.

Looking at the table in front of him full of food, Carl realized how hungry he was.

He hadn't eaten anything on the train before, only an omelette before leaving in the morning, and now he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

"Thanks, buddy. Thanking the twins, Carl grabbed a chicken leg in front of him and nibbled on it.

After eating for a while, his empty stomach finally felt like it was gradually filling.

At this point, Carl finally had the heart to turn his head and look elsewhere, to take a good look at the entire Great Hall of Hogwarts.

His gaze swept over the starry sky overhead, the floating candles around him, and the opulent costumes around the auditorium, and his gaze stayed on the faculty chair at the front.

Then he noticed that Dumbledore was looking at him, and after being spotted by Carl, Dumbledore did not pretend not to be looking at him, but smiled at him and nodded.

Damn bad old man!Karl scolded secretly, but greeted Dumbledore with a grin on his face.

He had already sensed that something was wrong, and he believed that Dumbledore must have known something.

This damn bad old man!, Carl scolded again.