The gate was immediately opened. A tall dark-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of the gate. She looked serious, and Joshua's first thought was that this man was not easy to deal with. Joshua had a feeling that he had better not be caught by this old lady when he was playing tricks on people in the future, or he might be taught a hard lesson.

"These are first-year freshmen, Ms. Brista, all of them are here." Wonder wise said.

"Is that all? Thank you, Wonderwise I'll pick it up here. Ms. Blista said.

She used her wand to direct the gate to open all of herself, leading the students in. I saw that the foyer of the castle was large enough to move the entire house of Dona Wanjia into it. The stone walls are surrounded by blazing torches. The ceiling is so high that you can barely see the top. The façade is a lavish marble staircase that leads upstairs.

Joshua and Lina followed Ms. Blista down the stone floor. Lena heard the humming of hundreds of people coming from the door on the right, and the rest of the school must have arrived—but Miss Blista led the first-year students to a small, empty room at the other end of the hall. Everyone rushed in, huddled together, nervously and carefully gazing at everything around them.

"Welcome to the Holy Falcon Empire's Wizarding Academy." "The opening party is about to begin, but before you get to the cafeteria and take your seats, first of all, you should decide which house you are going to. Sorting is an important ritual, as the academy is like your home in the Holy Falcon Empire's Wizarding Academy during your time at school. You will attend classes with other students in the college, live in the dormitory of the college, and spend your free time together in the common room of the college.

"The names of the six colleges are: Zanmir, Tangneis, Griffinhardt, Delkula, Sandre, Falkenridge. That's right, it's the names of the lords and capitals of the Holy Falcon Empire. Together, their ancestors established this school. Each house has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding witches and wizards. During your time at the Holy Falcon Empire's Wizarding Academy, your outstanding performance will earn your house extra points, while any violations will detract points from your house. At the end of the year, students from the colleges with the highest scores receive additional scholarships. Not only that, but it's also 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. You don't have to be nervous, the house will be based not only on your exam results, but also on your own volition, but don't think that this is all right, if you are not assigned to any house, the school will consider where you came from and where you are sent back. Ms. Blista said solemnly.

Her gaze wandered over the cloak Banas had tied under her ears and the dirty thing on Joshua's nose that she didn't know when. Louis nervously struggled to smooth out his hair and then straighten his headband.

"I'll pick you up when it's ready." "While you wait, be quiet. ”

She left the room. Louis exhaled. She looked around at the rest of her classmates, most of whom were too. Lena was unmoved, she and Agilyl had been dressed up beautifully since childhood, so she was teasing the smiling face of the flames in her arms.

"How can they assign us exactly which house we are going to?" Lena asked Joshua.

"I think it's always a test. Linus said it hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking. A little boy with pockmarks on his face said.

"That's right! I've heard that, too. A mysterious wizard in the tavern once talked about his Sorting House, and he said that the Sorting took something from him forever! Linus Bregie had a shrewd face.

This caught Joshua's attention, and Joshua felt that this was a little friend who could be funny, and although he could see through this lowly trick at a glance, he was not prepared to say it.

Broun's heart shuddered. Do quizzes? In front of the whole school of teachers and students? But he didn't know even a little magic until now - what was he supposed to do? When they came here, he didn't expect to do such a trick at all. He looked around anxiously, and everyone around him was in danger, and no one could help him, so he could only scratch the pockmarks on his face anxiously.

No one spoke. Only Lena was chanting the words and reciting the spells and mana she had learned at a rapid pace, and she couldn't tell which magic she should use to get into the best house. Brohn tried not to listen to her recital. He had never been more nervous, never, not even when he showed his father the report of the church school: the report said that he had turned a pastor's hair red. He stared intently at the door, and Lady Blista could return at any moment to take him to the face of destruction.

"It's a shame, they're going to kick me back, and my father is going to beat me up."

Then a strange thing happened, and he was so frightened that he jumped up and down - several people behind him were screaming loudly.

"That's—"

He was terrified, as were the people around him. Twenty or so ghosts suddenly burst out of the wall behind them. These pearly white, translucent ghosts glided across the room, turning heads and ears, paying little attention to the first-year students. They seem to be arguing about something. A chubby little old man-like ghost said, "Why don't we give him another chance?" ”

"My good sir, haven't we given McGregory enough opportunities? But he gave us all nasty nicknames. You know, he can't even reach the least of a ghost - I mean, what are you doing here?"

A ghost in a bodysuit with a wheeled ruffled collar suddenly discovers a freshman.

No one answered. "New life!" The chubby old man smiled at them. "I guess you're going to accept the Sorting House, right?"

Some students nodded silently. "I hope you can get Sandre!" The monk said, "I used to attend that college. "Now move forward," said a shrill voice, "and the Sorting Ceremony is about to begin." ”

Ms. Blista is back. The ghosts fluttered across the opposite wall and disappeared. "Now, in a single row," Ms. Blista said to the first-graders, "follow me." Then she snapped her fingers, and the small animals made of flames in the children's arms disappeared.

"I'm going to miss you, cutie." Lena said goodbye to her smiling face.