The castle gates slammed open.

A witch dressed in emerald green robes appeared at the gate of the castle, and she stood there with her mouth pursed and a serious expression, looking very stern.

"First-year students have arrived, Professor McGonagall."

"Thank you, Hagrid, and I'll leave them to me next." With that, she led the little wizards into the castle.

The castle is huge, with blazing torches on the stone walls on both sides, and the ceiling is barely visible.

The façade is a lavish marble staircase that leads to no idea.

William and the other wizards, led by Professor McGonagall, walked down the stone floor, the humming of hundreds of people coming from the door on the right. I guess the gate on the right leads to the school hall.

However, instead of leading the freshmen directly into the auditorium, Professor McGonagall made her way to a small room on the left.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall looked at the young wizards and spoke.

"Before the opening feast begins, the first thing to do is the sorting ceremony.

There are four Hogwarts houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.

Each house has a glorious history and has produced outstanding witches and wizards, so don't discriminate against any house with your narrow prejudices.

During your time at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will result in extra points for your house, while any violation will result in a loss of points for your house.

At the end of the year, the college with the highest score receives the House Cup, which is a high honor.

I hope that no matter which house you are assigned to, you will be able to bring glory to the college. ”

"Soon, you will be heading to the Great Hall for a sorting ceremony under the watchful eyes of all the teachers and students of the school.

I suggest that you get in order and be refreshed while you wait. Professor McGonagall's gaze swept between Neville and Ron, and finally stopped at William, who was neatly and handsomely groomed.

"I'll pick you up when it's ready." Professor McGonagall said, "Please be quiet while you wait. ”

William looked at the little wizard around him, and saw Hermione not far away muttering something quickly, thinking that he should be reciting the spell he had learned, and couldn't help but laugh slightly.

Draco and Pansy, who were beside them, also looked nervous, apparently unaware of how the sorting ceremony was going on.

It seems to be a bad taste of wizards, and no one has ever revealed it to the children, and there is no book about how Hogwarts distinguishes between these students.

"William, you say, how did they determine which house we should go to?" Draco's face turned a little pale, and he looked at William and asked.

Apparently he took William as a backbone, "I mean, if I hadn't been sorted into Slytherin and Merlin was on top, my parents would have killed me." ”

"Don't worry Draco, you'll be a good Slytherin." William said with a smile.

Out of bad taste, William didn't tell him exactly how the sorting ceremony was held, and he was going to see him anyway, didn't he?

At this moment, more than a dozen ghosts suddenly emerged from the wall next to them, startling several young wizards.

The ghosts were talking to themselves, seemingly discussing what to do with a ghost named Peeves, and soon the ghosts were walking through the walls of the room, apparently heading to the Great Hall for a banquet.

Shortly after, Professor McGonagall returned, "Now, in a single row. Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students, "Follow me." ”

The young wizards nervously followed Professor McGonagall out of the room, the door on the right was now open, and they walked through the foyer into a luxurious dining room.

It's hard to imagine such a magical, wonderful, and palatial place in the world.

Four long tables line the Great Hall in sequence, filled with gleaming golden plates and goblets, and thousands of candles floating in mid-air above the tables that illuminate the Great Hall.

Looking further up, the velvety black ceiling is as starlit as the night sky outside the castle.

It's hard to believe that there really is a ceiling on it, and it is said that this clever magic was set up by Lady Ravenclaw herself, and can reflect the sky outside in real time.

The Lady was a keen observer of the stars, and was the greatest stargazer of her century, so much so that the Ravenclaw House dormitory was located on the highest point of Hogwarts, the Astronomical Tower.

William calmed down, feeling everything around him with his magic.

In the vision of the magic, the magic emanating from the entire auditorium was less dazzling than that of the man sitting on the golden headmaster's chair in the center of the first stage in the dining room.

Under William's observation, the magic emanating from the old man with silver hair and a long silver beard was as dazzling as the sun.

It was the greatest White Wizard of the century, the legendary wizard who defeated the Dark Lord of the previous generation, and the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

"Excellent magical perception, Mr. Friedrich."

A voice came to William's heart, William raised his head in surprise, and saw Dumbledore smiling at him, such a magical magic, William suppressed the surprise in his heart, and politely smiled back at Dumbledore.

Behind Dumbledore were four huge hourglasses, but instead of sand, they were filled with gems of red, yellow, blue, and green. This is supposed to be the prop used to calculate the scores of different houses.

The auditorium was quiet, and the other students of the academy sat quietly at the long tables of their respective houses, looking at the pale freshmen with the ghosts they had just encountered, as well as the professors in the faculty seats.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward and gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year freshman, then placed a wizard's hat on top of the stool.

The hat was covered with patches, dirty and old, and I don't know how many years it hadn't been properly cleaned.

Immediately after, something magical happened, and the hat actually twisted on its own.

A slit opened in the brim of the hat, like a mouth, and then the hat began to sing: "You may think that I am not pretty, but do not judge people by their appearance, if you can find a hat more beautiful than me, I can eat myself,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"

The auditorium was silent, except for the song of hats, a middle-aged man's voice.

The freshmen all opened their mouths and watched this scene with disbelieving eyes.

William looked at the hat that sang loudly, and had the illusion of seeing history.

Yes, this is one of Gryffindor's last remaining relics, the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts.

",,,,,,,,,,,,,, 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 hat!" After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the audience applauded, and the Sorting Hat saluted around, until he finally stopped motionless on his stool.

This thing must already have a mind of its own, William thought in surprise as he looked at the very humane magic hat.

I just don't know if it's a soul fragment or a synthetic soul, those memories from the previous life should be able to use the brain occlusion technique to get rid of the detection of the magic hat, and William can't be completely sure.

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." Professor McGonagall pulled a long roll of parchment from her bosom and spoke, "Hannah Abbott! ”

A little girl with a double ponytail stumbled out of the freshman queue, put on her hat with a flushed face, and only for a moment the hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!" ”

The sorting proceeded quickly, and Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor as in the original book.

William stood in the middle of the new students and waited silently, and soon Professor McGonagall shouted, "Wilhelm Friedrich!." ”