A group of first-year wizards, all led by the seniors, got off the train and headed to the brightly lit main building. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Benjamin's face stinked as he watched the smiles on the faces of the children and listened to their excitement as they discussed which college they would go to.

He hates noises and children because children are too difficult to control.

"Hey, Ludwig, how do you look so uncomfortable. Crabbe looked at Benjamin with some concern.

And Benjamin apparently didn't care about other people's concerns, in fact, he just needed to find a quiet place to rest for a while.

"First year freshman, come here!" shouted a tall man, whom Benjamin recognized at a glance, a man who had appeared with the Savior and who smelled of giants.

If it would be nice to be able to refine the undead from the corpses of giants, Benjamin never gave up on this wonderful idea. Maybe he could consult his parents and kill the Hogwarts professor, would it be a crime?

Hopefully it's not as impersonal as the church!

Draco saw that Benjamin's gaze at Hagrid was not so friendly, and he felt like-minded, so he happily walked up to Benjamin's side.

"Benjamin, that man is Hagrid, a disgusting monster! I mean, how could Dumbledore let such a man be a professor!"

Benjamin nodded noncommittally and made the offspring of an evil giant a professor, and the legendary headmaster piqued his interest.

They sat in the boat, and after crossing the Black Lake, they reached the gate of the castle.

The road was uneventful, if you ignore Gryffindor.

After three knocks at the castle gate, a tall black-haired witch in an emerald green robe opened the door. Her posture is straight and her demeanor is solemn.

As usual, he greeted the new students, and then led them to an empty room.

Halfway through, Benjamin had been looking around, and he saw a talking mural, which was a novelty.

"Guys, it's time for the sorting ceremony......"

Yes, Professor McGonagall was telling the kids that every house was equally exceptional.

Benjamin didn't believe it, he even read the history of the school in his spare time, and there was a house called Hufflepuff that seemed to be at the bottom of the list.

As for whether the people who went in were all fools, he didn't know.

"Alright, children, you prepare here first, and the sorting ceremony will begin immediately. ”

It seems that because of Professor McGonagall's departure, the ghosts who had been hiding came out in droves, and then they saw a pair of bottomless eyes.

"Oh my God, I just, I think a first-year student is scary! I'm a Peeves!" a chubby ghost screamed, speaking to most of his companions.

So he was about to scare the new ghosts, but they all disappeared.

Everyone was whispering, and many of them were thrilled to see the ghost for the first time.

A kid like Draco, who came from a wizarding family, thought about what Peeves was saying. Are these ghosts going to run a first-year freshman?

I knew that Peeves was only afraid of Dumbledore alone.

No one doubted Benjamin, who had been considered a squib until the other day.

In fact, except for Pansy and others who were shocked by Benjamin, their impression of him has changed, and most people think that he will be a Hufflepuff.

Benjamin stroked his chin curiously, he hadn't seen a dead creature in a long time, not even a skeleton.

Of course, he was excited to see ghosts, but it was really interesting that these ghosts were so afraid of him.

Could it be that there is a problem with the materials or steps during the refining?

As a necromancer who strongly believes in experimentation, Benjamin is eager to rush over and grab a ghost to study.

Of course, he also needs a corpse, and the step of refining the ghost is not to refine the soul and then pollute it?

It's funny when you think about it.

"Kids, come with me. Professor McGonagall returned to the room and led the group of first-year students out.

Peeves didn't even mistreat this year, and Professor McGonagall didn't take it to heart.

A group of people came to the hall and saw candles floating in the air, luxurious cutlery, and a starry ceiling.

"Space magic? Benjamin said with interest, deliberately keeping his voice low so that the platinum nobles who had been following him would not hear.

Professor McGonagall then placed a four-legged bench and a dirty hat in front of them.

Benjamin suspects that the hat has not been washed in hundreds of years.

"That's the Sorting Hat. A girl next to Harry Potter said that she wasn't pretty, and that she was probably what Draco called a Muggle.

Benjamin doesn't utter vulgar words like mudbloods.

"Children, when I call your name, you put this hat on and relax, it won't kill you. Apparently, Professor McGonagall's reassurance didn't do much.

At this time, the dirty Sorting Hat sang.

You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance,

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat jet black and shiny,

Make your high-capped caps smooth and crisp,

I'm a Hogwarts test hat,

Naturally, they are taller than your hats.

Any thought hidden in your mind,

can't hide from the golden eyes of the magic hat,

Put it on and try it, and I'll tell you,

Which college should you be assigned to?

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is bravery buried in the bottom of my heart,

Their courage, their courage and chivalry,

Make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuff students are stoic and honest,

Not afraid of hard labor;

If you are shrewd,

Perhaps the old Ravenclaw will enter wisdom,

Those who are wise and learned,

There will always be their fellow believers;

Maybe you'll get into Slytherin,

Maybe you make sincere friends here,

But those who are cunning and insidious will stop at nothing,

to achieve their purpose.

Put me on! Don't be afraid!

Don't panic!

In my hands (even though I don't even have a hand)

You are absolutely safe

Because I'm a thinking hat!

"It's ugly. Benjamin frowned, although he didn't understand music, it didn't mean that he didn't have a pair of sound ears.

"Indeed, it's hard to hear. But the lyrics in it are good. Draco couldn't help but say.

Benjamin thought about it, and it wasn't clear whether Draco thought it was a sincere friend or a good one to do whatever it took to achieve his goal, probably the latter.

"Benjamin Ludwig!"

It turned out to be the first one.