Towards evening, the train finally stopped at Hogwarts Station, and it was a lot of chaos when it got off: owls chirped, cats meowed, Neville's pet toads croaking under his hat.

"The first-graders are here!" shouted a familiar voice as Rolf and the others got off the bus one by one.

A few of them turned around and saw Hagrid on the other end of the platform.

He is beckoning to the panicked new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"It's nice to see you again!" Hagrid shouted at them over the many towering little heads, looking excited as if he missed them.

They waved at him as well, but didn't get a chance to speak to him, as the people around them were pushing them along the platform.

Rolf and the others followed the other senior students of the school down a rough and muddy road, where at least a hundred wagons were waiting for the remaining students.

Each car magically has only one compartment, making it impossible to know what its power source is. But Rolf clearly saw a black Thestrals standing there leisurely.

Don't...... Is it because I witnessed the death of my parents that I was able to see Thestrals?

Once they had climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage began to stumble on its own.

Rolf waved Harry and the others goodbye for a moment, then sat in another carriage with Malfoy.

As he got into the carriage, he remembered that he should set up a Hogwarts chat room, or they probably wouldn't know how to set it up.

Rolf took out the Horcrux journal and used his mental power to communicate with the magic mirror inside, asking him to help set up a Hogwarts chat room.

Rolf has set a restriction that only on the Hogwarts campus can the owner of the Owl Notebook be able to join the chat room.

Of course, he also had the Magic Mirror set up a small chat room by the way, and then pulled Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Malfoy in together.

"Rolf, what is this?" Malfoy said in surprise, turning the new chat room page in the owl's notebook to Rolf.

I saw that it was written: 'Qinglong Study Group'

"Oh, this is the chat room I applied for by the way when I bought my laptop, don't you know about this feature?" asked Rolf, pretending to be surprised.

But he didn't notice that Malfoy was holding a quill and writing in his notebook:

A noble dragon: Harry, are you there?

The prettiest cub in Quidditch: I'm here, what's the matter?, Harry felt the vibration of his notebook and quickly flipped the page.

Of course, Hermione and Ron, who were with him, felt the same vibration.

Did Hermione study today: What is it, and why can I see your chat?

Did Ron eat chicken thighs today: I guess...... It's a ...... Well, I don't know either.

British future livestock tycoon: This is a chat room, which I applied for in passing when I bought a notebook!

There was a faint musty smell and straw smell inside the carriage, but everyone was so immersed in the newly acquired toys that they couldn't help themselves.

It didn't take long for the carriage to stop, and before getting out of it, Malfoy complained, "If only this quill could write on its own." ”

The young wizards lined up in an orderly manner, and walked through the great oak door into the deep antechamber, where the torches were brightly lit and a magnificent marble staircase led upstairs.

The door to the right of the auditorium was open, and Rolf followed the crowd towards the hall little by little, the magical ceiling simulating the night sky outside.

Countless candles stopped in mid-air, shining on the four empty long tables, shining with the golden plates and goblets.

Several professors were already sitting in the front waiting, and Rolf stole a glance up at Headmaster Dumbledore, who was sitting in the teacher's chair, ready to watch the sorting ceremony.

His long silver beard and half-moon glasses glittered in the candlelight, and he nodded slightly when he saw Harry walk in.

A few seats later, Rolf saw Gilderoy Lockhart in a water-green robe, and he was holding an owl notebook.

It seemed that he was having a very pleasant exchange with someone, and he didn't bother to look at the group of dusty little wizards.

At the top, Hagrid, with his beard and beard, was drinking in a large cup that he held in his hand as small as a bottle.

Professor Snape still had a stinky face, looking in Harry's direction with disdain, as if he had seen something disgusting, but he just couldn't take his eyes off it.

Snape was such an awkward man, did it take Harry's women's clothing to change his attitude towards Harry?

Professor McGonagall was still serious, glasses on, her hair tightly tied in a bun, and she had placed the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of her.

Looking at the patched, dirty, and torn old hat that had been placed in front of him, Rolf suddenly gloated a little that he finally didn't need to bring that dirty hat this year.

Once everyone had taken their seats on the benches of their respective houses, Professor McGonagall got up and walked out of the Great Hall, apparently the freshmen were about to arrive.

Everyone was chattering with their classmates about their holiday experiences, and it seemed that a good friend who hadn't met during the holiday always had a lot to say.

Not long after Professor McGonagall left, she led a large number of first-year Hogwarts students into the Great Hall.

As they passed Harry, Rolf saw Ron and the twins waving to Ginny, who was following the group.

As for why Rolf was able to notice, for the twins were so excited that they all stood up, and suddenly two of them stood up in the middle of a group of people who were sitting, and it was difficult not to attract attention.

But looking at Ginny following the team nervously, it is conceivable that Ron is also involved in the sorting prank, tsk, little Ronnie, you are depraved!

Professor McGonagall unfolded the list in her hand and began to read the names of the Sorting Houses on it, and a very skinny gray-haired boy was called to the front and put on his Sorting Hat.

Rolf looked at Professor Snape, who was still sitting in the faculty chair, and it seemed that because of his preparations, the professors could have a good dinner at this year's opening banquet.

Otherwise, they would have to talk about the recklessness of Harry and Ron, and they wouldn't even have a good dinner.

And Harry and Ron can sit at the Gryffindor table in peace, witnessing the important moment when Ginny is sorted into Gryffindor, and don't thank me, my name is Red Scarf.

Ginny sat nervously on her stool, the Sorting Hat shouting "Gryffindor!" and a round of applause rang out at the Gryffindor table.

Ginny happily jumped off the bench and ran to her brothers and Harry. "Great, Ginny!" Fred and George moved to the side, making room for Ginny, who sat next to Hermione.

"You're lying to me again, what about the duel!" Ginny complained of her brothers' deception. "Hahaha, alright, Ginny, it's our tradition, don't be angry. ”

Fred touched Ginny's head, soothing her fried sister. Ginny didn't dare to show too much in front of her idol, she just snorted coldly, and it seemed that she had secretly written down her brothers in a small notebook.

It wasn't long before a girl with somewhat unkempt blond hair, very light eyebrows, and waist-length hair reached the stool, and unlike the other little wizards, she didn't seem to be much alarmed.

The necklace of carrot-shaped earrings and wine corks also let Rolf know that it was Luna. When she learned that she had entered Ravenclaw House, she didn't show any extra looks, as if she had known about it.

Rolf looked away from Luna, but he still looked in Luna's direction, because she was so special.

There seemed to be a fairy aura wrapped around her body, but her unkempt hair and carrot earrings kept trying to dispel that fairy aura.

After Headmaster Dumbledore's routine speech and the singing of the school song, the young wizards were led back to their respective house lounges by the prefects.