"Welcome to Falkenridge! Lena! The head of Falkenridge stood up and welcomed Lena to Falkenridge's desk. I'm the head of grade in Falkenridge, and my name is Guzman Grayfa. Guzmán Grefa stroked his platinum blonde hair and said elegantly.

"Ah, I know you, your father is de Grefa!" Lena shook Guzmán's hand, then grimaced at her stupid brother.

Guzmán defiantly raised his head at Zanmir's prefect, Rohr, as a sign of defiance. Rohr didn't dare to look at Guzmán's beautiful eyes, so he could only lower his head and pretend to study his wine glass - Rohr liked Guzmán, but Rohr's grades were among the best among the students, and although Guzmán was a temper that did not admit defeat, it could only be reflected in these things.

"Susan Pence." Ms. Blista shouted.

A girl with a hooked nose sat on a barstool, "Oh! Another little girl who can't see through! This year's girls don't like to let the cauldron look at their little heads. Pence, that's right, you're so much more gifted than your incompetent father, and Bolt Pence has a good daughter! Griffin Hart! ”

"Tyrel Bout!"

"Sandre! Undoubtedly! ”

At this time, there are not many people left.

"Angel!" A little peasant girl cowered and stepped forward.

"Don't be afraid! Son, there's nothing to be afraid of. The cauldron opened his mouth to comfort. It's okay if it's not comforting, who knows that this little girl is actually ticking and tears are shed. Ms. Blista hurried up and patted her on the shoulder, and whispered in her ear to coax the girl.

After a while, the girl finally drank the liquid under the persuasion of the old witch, and the cauldron began to judge: "Well, I can't say that I don't have any talent, but it's really not much. I can't drive you back, so, that's fine, Public College! Study for a year first! ”

Ms. Blista conjured a blanket and draped it over the peasant girl, Angel, and arranged for her to sit down in the common area of six tables. The girl, Angel, probably didn't know what was going on, but she knew she wouldn't be kicked away.

"Brahma! Ally! Ms. Blista called out two names at once. All the students were a little puzzled - there had never been a situation where two people had tested together.

For a moment, the whole hall buzzed with whispers.

A handsome boy dressed in coarse cloth came up to the stage and sat down on a barstool.

"Silence!" The majestic voice of the headmaster Tesla rang out, and the noise in the banquet hall immediately stopped. Principal Tesla leaned forward and motioned for Ms. Blista to begin.

"Mr. Fan, where is Ms. Elle?" Ms. Blista asked. At this moment, a beautiful black kitten came out of the pocket of Fan's jacket, and she sparkled under the magical ceiling with a delicate little collar.

The little black cat gracefully climbed onto Van 's head, found a comfortable position, and bent her tail at Ms. Blista, the bow on her tail as if smiling.

"Hello Ms. Blista~Elle is here~" Ms. Blista nodded.

"Hey! The cat has spoken! Joshua said to Rohr.

"Don't be surprised, Joshua! Cats also have talking breeds, especially some Warcraft, so don't be surprised. Rohr replied, but he was surprised. Rohr hadn't actually seen a talking cat before, but he couldn't afford to lose face in front of Joshua - after all, he was a grade prefect anyway!

"Miss Ellie, you're going to have a sip in a moment, is that okay?"

"No problem meow~ But will there be any fish to eat in a while?" Ellie asked.

"Of course, Miss Elle will be satisfied." Ms. Blista replied.

"I'm looking forward to it~~o( =∩ω∩= )m~" Ellie's tail swayed happily.

Van filled a cup of liquid, and the liquid turned a golden color. Van took a sip before holding the glass to Ellie. Who knows, when the cup is close to Ellie's mouth, the liquid turns into its milky white color again.

Elle took a small sip and smacked her lips in satisfaction.

"Excellent! Mr. and Miss. Allogeneic vision, positive and negative unity. It reminds me of some kind of research by the High Elves of Gulamil ... Oh, the old cauldron seems to be a bit off topic. Mr. Fan is unwilling to part with Miss Elle, and Miss Elle also trusts Mr. Van, so let's go to Zanmir together! ”

After all the students were sorted, Ms. Blista rolled up the parchment list with the students' names on them, and with a wave of her wand, the barstool and cauldron were all gone.

Joshua looked down at the empty gold plate in front of him, and then he felt hungry. Eating roasted herbivore chops seems to have been a long time ago. Nicholas Tesla stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them, as if nothing made him happier than seeing the students come together. "Welcome!" He said, "Welcome everyone to the Holy Falcon Empire Wizarding Academy to start the new school year!" Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: "Eat!" ”

He sat back down. Everyone applauded and cheered. Lena didn't know if to laugh it off. "Isn't he- a little crazy?" She asked Guzmán hesitantly. "Crazy?" Guzmán whispered, "He's a genius!" The best wizard in the world! But you're right, he's a little crazy. Would you like some potatoes, Lena?"

"No! Thank you, Guzmán. Potatoes will make me unable to wear a corset. Lena replied.

"Haha! Do you still wear that kind of thing? Secretly, the girls of Falkenridge never wear those things... ”

Lena was dumbfounded. But now the plate in front of her was full of food. She had never seen so many of his favorite things on the table at once: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some odd reason, mint hard candy.

Truth be told, Slava didn't starve the Donavan siblings, but a lot of things Zanmir really didn't exist. Harry took a little bit of everything from his plate except the mint hard candy and began to chew on it - except for the potatoes. Everything was delicious.

"Looks really good." The ghost in the wheel-like wrinkled collar watched Lena cut the steak and said sadly.

"Aren't you going to come a little bit?"

"I haven't eaten in a hundred years." The ghost said, "I don't need to eat them, but of course I miss their beauty." I guess I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? Sir Beauxbatons of Doreso, resident ghost of Falkenridge. ”

"I know who you are!" One of the freshmen suddenly said, "My two brothers told me about you—you're the 'disemboweling Beauxbatons'!"

"I think I like what you call Sir Beauxbatons of Doreso." The ghost looked a little cramped, but the pale brown-haired Murphy interjected, "Disemboweled? How do you disembowel it?"

Sir Beauxbatons of Doresso seemed angry, and it seemed that he did not want to talk about it.