Hearing another scream from ahead, Maca tiptoed and looked ahead.

I saw that more than twenty pearly white, translucent humanoid phantoms suddenly appeared on the wall on one side, and Maca took a closer look, this was probably a group of ghosts.

They were talking to each other, gliding lightly over the room, and Maca vaguely heard the word "Peeve".

“…… I said, "What are you doing here?" "A ghost in a bodysuit with a wheeled ruffled collar seems to have just spotted the first-year students below.

"New life!" Another chubby monk smiled at them and said, "I guess you're going to get tested, right?" ”

Some of the students nodded silently, but no one spoke.

"Hopefully you'll get a Hufflepuff!" The monk said, "I used to attend that college. ”

"Now move forward," said a shrill voice beside the monk, "and the sorting ceremony is about to begin." ”

Professor McGonagall returned, and the ghosts fluttered across the opposite wall, disappearing one by one.

"Now, in a single row," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students, "follow me." ”

Maca was at the back of the line, and it took a while to leave the room with the students in front of her - it couldn't be helped, who let him be at the back in the first place?

This is the Hogwarts dining room, where the rest of the year groups are already sitting around four long tables, above which thousands of candles float above the long tables, illuminating the entire dining hall.

On four tables were glittering gold plates and goblts, and the seniors looked at the new students, talking to each other about which ones would go to their academy and which might not.

At the top of the cafeteria is a long table with the teachers' seats. Professor McGonagall led them there and lined them up in front of the seniors, while the faculty stood quietly behind them.

The candlelight in mid-air flickered slightly, reflecting the faces of the seniors a little pale, and the ghosts they had just seen were also mixed with a faint silver light in their midst, and everyone turned their eyes to this side.

Maca stared boredly at the enchanted ceiling above her head, the inky black background dotted with countless twinkling stars, which seemed real in the faint smoke of magic—he had even found a few familiar constellations on it.

"There's magic there, and it looks like the sky outside, I've read about Hogwarts, a school history." Maca faintly heard a slight voice not far away, which sounded like Hermione.

Professor Ger gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and Maca withdrew her gaze from the ceiling and landed in front of her. He saw Professor McGonagall put another wizard's hat on the stool, patched, worn and dirty. Truth be told, the thought of putting this hat on top of his head later makes him feel sick.

Seeing that the sorting hat was put down, the faint voice in the dining room immediately became silent, and they all knew that the main event was coming.

Sure enough, the hat twisted a few times, a fold opened and closed like a mouth, and it began to sing.

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their looks, if you can find a more beautiful hat than me, I can eat myself."

Hearing this, the corners of Maca's mouth twitched.

"You can make your bowler hat jet black and shiny, and your high silk hat smooth and structured, I'm a Hogwarts testing magic hat, naturally more high-end than yours......"

The Sorting Hat kept singing in a nasty tune, but Maca had already turned her gaze back to the ceiling, which was much more fun than that.

It wasn't until everyone began to applaud that Maca came back to her senses, and after a few taps, a few self-cooked freshmen were already discussing with their classmates.

"Maybe I can go to Gryffindor," a little boy with long black hair next to Maca said in a low voice, "My dad said that I've always had a lot of courage, and I swallowed a whole Flober caterpillar raw when I was a child!" ”

"Your name is Bell Grylls?" Maca swallowed hard.

"Who's that? My last name is Kona, Michael Kona, you can call me Mike. The little boy Michael tilted his head.

They were chatting when Professor McGonagall took two steps forward and gently unfolded a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." She said, "Hannah Abbott! ”

A little girl with red-cheeked cheeks and two blonde braids stumbled out of the queue and put on her sorting hat, which was obviously too big for her, and obscured her gaze at once.

Maca looked at this reckless little girl and thought it was really weird and funny.

She sat down, and after a few moments, she heard the Sorting Hat shout in a long tone, "Hufflepuff——! ”

The people at the table on the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to their table, and the ghost of the fat friar at the long table waved happily to her.

"Susan Pence."

"Hufflepuff ——!" The hat shouted in a different tone. Susan quickly ran over to Hannah and sat down.

The sorting went on, the hat expertly changing one strange tone after another, as if each semester was figuring out these boring things to pass the time.

Not surprisingly, Harry's trio were assigned to Gryffindor House, which represents courage and courage; Anthony and Lisa, who met on the train, were assigned to Ravenclaw, and of course that Ernie was assigned to Hufflepuff.

Michael, who was next to Maca and devoured the Flober caterpillar, did not go to Gryffindor as he thought, but was also assigned to Ravenclaw House. It can be seen that he is actually a little unwilling.

"Macka McLean."

When it was finally her turn, Maca stepped forward and picked up the Sorting Hat, hesitating for a moment and putting it on her head.

"Hmm...... Looks like you're reluctant? The Sorting Hat twisted and said disapprehantly.

"Actually, I'd rather you give yourself a bath." Maca also did not deny it, he estimated that the hat could roughly read his thoughts, and it was better to tell the truth.

"Well, I think so, too, but I can't crawl to the bathroom on my own, can I?" The Sorting Hat twisted again, and the tip of the erect hat drooped in frustration, "But every Headmaster can't think of such a thing, they're too busy. ”

After a slight grumble, it regained its original vitality and muttered to itself.

"Well——, ah—it's hard, very hard," said the Sorting Hat, "and it stands to reason that you'll have to go to Ravenclaw, where the atmosphere will allow you to absorb the essence of knowledge more fully; But your cleverness and big-picture vision can only be cultivated more thoroughly in Slytherin......"

"What about Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?" Maca asked curiously.

"Huh? Gryffindor! Do you think it's possible? The Sorting Hat asked directly in a peculiar tone.

"Well, actually, that's what I thought too......" Maca pouted and said helplessly.

At this point, the Sorting Hat suddenly twisted itself, rubbed the tip of the hat against the broad brim, and said as he thought about it, "Well, Hufflepuff, yes, yes, yes...... You have to go there, and that should be the right choice. ”

Without waiting for Maca to speak, it just tore out its throat and shouted, "Hufflepuff——! ”

Confused, Maca put her hat back on the four-legged stool and walked to the Hufflepuff table with a head full of doubts, taking her seat to the applause of the seniors.

"Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts to start the school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That's – stupid! Cry! Residue! Wring! Hearing this, Maca stopped talking to a tall senior and looked up at Dumbledore, who was talking, "Thank you!" ”

When Dumbledore sat down again, everyone began to applaud.

"What do you mean?" Maca turned her head sideways and asked the senior beside her.

"I don't know, maybe the professor is just showing his sense of humor." The senior shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't understand, "Just follow the fun, don't care too much." ”

At this moment, a large amount of food suddenly appeared on the originally empty gold plate on the long table. Roast beef, roast chicks, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchin soup, you name it.

"What is this?" Maca reached for a plate, "Mint hard candy?" ”

"Professor Dumbledore has liked this lately." The senior explained in a vague voice as he gnawed down the meat on the lamb chops, "He always shares his favorite sweets and drinks with everyone." ”

Maca shrugged her shoulders and pushed the mint plate far away.

"Maka, aren't you hungry?" Not far away, Ernie curiously watched as Maca took a small bite of roast beef into her mouth, and couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, I don't eat a lot, actually." Maca smiled, and it was clear that while making sure he ate less ugly, he was betting on speed with efficiency.

"If you want me to look at Ernie, he's keeping his demeanor!" A senior sister who looked a little grinning smiled and made a joke about Maca.

"Aha! was seen through by the senior sister," Maca was not annoyed at all, but also joked herself, "Otherwise, how can I let you talk to me, senior sister!" I mean, a beautiful beauty like Senpai. ”

The senior sister didn't expect to be teased by Maca again, and her cheeks turned red when she was caught off guard, but she still said recklessly: "Oh, this is not bad, I booked your little boyfriend senior sister!" ”

"Wow! Charlotte, you're finally ready to get married! Another girl next to her laughed and teased her, who seemed to be her best friend.

In the coaxing of the surrounding students, Charlotte couldn't resist it anymore, and quickly lowered her head and picked up a piece of baked potato from her dinner plate and put it into her mouth, her pretty face turned even redder.