Regulus took Cynthia's hand and stumbled behind the other first-year students as they stumbled behind the big man Rubeus Hagrid.

The siblings got into a small boat, and Cynthia cast a Scourge and Impervious on the wet seat. Before he could sit down, he saw two new students, a man and a woman, come up.

Maybe they were all a little tired, and the four of them didn't communicate much, just sat quietly. Suddenly, Cynthia heard an exclamation from the boat in front of her.

She looked up and looked forward, her mouth wide open at the sight before her. She patted her brother's arm next to her and exclaimed, "Hey! Regulus, look! It's so cool, it's a lot more spectacular than the Lucius family's estate! ”

Regulus looked up and saw a majestic castle standing in front of him, with high spires rising one after another, the light from the windows illuminating the nearby night sky, and a crescent moon hanging over the starry sky, casting a soft glow.

Soon they were ashore, and Hagrid led a group of new students to the castle's door. "Knock, knock, knock" Hagrid pulled a pink umbrella from his bosom and knocked it three times.

"Crunch~" The door opened, and I saw a tall woman wearing an emerald green robe standing on the steps.

"Professor McGonagall, this is this year's freshman." Hagrid said.

"Okay, thank you Hagrid. So now, freshman, come with me! Professor McGonagall replied.

Following Professor McGonagall's pace, Cynthia and the others came to a room.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said, "the opening party is about to begin, but before you get to the dining hall to take your seats, you should first decide which house you will be into. The Sorting House is an important ritual because while you are in school, the House is like your home at Hogwarts. You will have to attend classes with other students in the college, rest together in the dormitory of the college, and spend your spare time together in the common room of the college. ”

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding witches and wizards. During your time at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn extra points for your house, while any misconduct 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. ”

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that you get in order and be refreshed while you wait. With that, she looked at the messy hair of some of the freshmen.

"When it's ready, I'll come and pick you up." Professor McGonagall said, "While you wait, be quiet. ”

Suddenly, twenty or so ghosts sprang out of the wall behind them. These pearly white, translucent ghosts glide across the room, chattering.

Professor McGonagall is back. The ghosts fluttered across the opposite wall and disappeared. "Now, in a row," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students, "follow me." ”

Cynthia followed Regulus out of the room, through the foyer, and through a double door at the back into the sumptuous dining room. Students from the rest of the academy were already sitting around four long tables, above which thousands of candles fluttered in the air lit up the cafeteria. Four tables are lined with glittering gold plates and goblets. At the top of the cafeteria is a long table with the teachers' seats. Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students over there and had them line up in front of the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them. The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces staring at them were like pale lanterns. The ghosts also mingled among the students, shimmering with a hazy silver light.

Cynthia looked up and saw a few stars twinkling on the velvety pitch-black ceiling, as if it were a real starry sky, but she knew that it was because of a large magic circle drawn on the ceiling, which made it look like the sky outside.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year freshman, followed by a wizarding hat on the stool. The hat was patched, worn out, and dirty.

The thought of having to wear such a dirty hat on her head later, Cynthia felt a chill. "Merlin, can't you just wash him clean!" Cynthia muttered to her brother.