It wasn't until the students were seated at the long tables in the auditorium, and everyone was still talking about the flying car.

In such an atmosphere, the Sorting Hat's new song that has been carefully prepared this year is completely unappreciated, which makes it very unhappy.

At the Ravenclaw long table, Scott sat with his roommates.

Still excited, Eddie shouted, "Did you see, that car hit the Willow!" Oh! Hapless Potter and Weasley, I wonder if they'll be hammered into meatloaf by that grumpy tree and into sandwich ...... with that poor car"

"Hey!" Peneno, who was sitting across from him, couldn't help but interrupt him by glaring at Eddie fiercely, "Shut up, Eddie!" They'll be fine! If you've noticed, Professor Snape has already taken care of this! ”

Eddie shrugged, "yes, then let's pray to Merlin for Potter and Weasley, that they won't be cooked in a cauldron or made into potions by an angry Professor Snape?" Perhaps, the material for our next Potions lesson will be the nails of the 'Savior'......"

At this point, Professor McGonagall led this year's freshmen into the auditorium, and Scott coughed, telling Eddie to quickly shut up the.

Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the faculty chair and picked up the angry Sorting Hat from the barstool, and the Sorting Ceremony began.

Scott turned his head and saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley standing in the doorway of the Great Hall in a mess with their luggage in their hands.

They didn't notice that Professor Snape, dressed in black, was standing behind them with a black face.

They were quickly led away by a sneering Professor Snape.

Eddie, who has always been very sensitive to this kind of thing, also saw this scene, and he covered his mouth and trembled, afraid that he would laugh out loud.

The sorting ceremony continued, and Scott joined his classmates in giving each of the Ravenclaw wizards a warm ovation.

When the sorting ceremony was over, a hearty meal appeared on the long table. Everyone began to eat and drink.

Scott noticed Professor Snape walking into the Great Hall again, and Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall left with him.

"Will they be okay, will they be expelled from school?"

A faint voice rang out next to Scott.

It was Milton Graves, who had long, light brown silky hair and was a very slender literary boy at heart.

Scott sighed secretly, it had been three years, and he still hadn't been able to adapt to his roommate's style of speaking.

"Of course they're fine, Milton, that's the 'savior,' and there's always some little privilege." Sitting on the other side, Roger replied unconcernedly.

"Well, I hope they're all okay." Milton looked at the starry sky on the ceiling of the auditorium with a melancholy look, "Whether it's Potter and Weasley, or that poor battering willow." Eddie's statement just now was terrible. ”

Eddie's expression was like constipation, "Oh, Milton, I thought you should know...... What I just said was just a joke. ”

"Really?"

Milton's clear mint green eyes stared at Eddie.

"Yes, of course, I like to talk nonsense!"

Eddie threw in the towel and began to gnaw on the drumsticks in anger as Milton looked away.

Both Scott and Roger curled their lips and smiled, though neither of them was good at dealing with Milton, who wept at every turn. But it still makes them happy to see Eddie deflated.

In addition, Scott has always wanted to call Milton "British Lin Daiyu", but because no one here understands the joke, he can only label Milton as "Daiyu" in his heart.

"By the way, I have good news for you." Milton gently lowered the knife and fork in his hand, he always ate very little.

Scott and the others all stopped eating and turned to look at him.

"Of course, I'm going to go back to my dorm room and make a solemn announcement." Milton smiled sheepishly, "I think it's more ceremonial." ”

"Okay."

The three of Scott nodded without objection.

Although Eddie was annoyed by Milton's unappetizing behavior, he didn't ask.

The same experience had taught him countless times in the past not to want Milton to change his mind at this time. Milton was a romantic, and a sense of ritual was very important to him.

Scott had already guessed what the good news Milton wanted to announce was by this time.

He noticed that Gideon Crum, a seventh-grader, was looking at Milton encouragingly on the Hufflepuff table.

According to news spread by Eddie, Gidion Cram had already become the bagpiper of the famous wizarding group "Weird Sisters" during the last school year.

Sure enough, when all of them had returned to their dormitories after eating and drinking, Milton solemnly announced the "good news" as soon as possible.

He, Milton Graves, has successfully joined the "Weird Sisters" group as a pre-cellist, and is planning to take the stage one day in the future.

Hearing the news, Scott and Roger warmly applauded and congratulated Milton, but Eddie was very curious and asked, "Milton, don't you like classical music?" I remember you were a member of the Hogwarts Classical Music Club? How did you end up joining a rock band? ”

"Oh, maybe you won't understand, Eddie."

Milton sighed faintly, and the warm atmosphere in the dormitory instantly became subtle.

Milton sat on his bed, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the blue flannel curtain on his bed frame, and said with some intoxication: "Music, it's a feeling...... An expression...... Of course I know the difference between classical music and rock music, but Eddie, as long as it's good music, I love them...... Do you know...... I'm trying to combine classical and rock music...... I plan to ......"

Eddie regretted it at the moment, and Milton gushed about his wild ideas about music, but he frowned and didn't understand at all, so he frequently sent Scott and Roger a plea for help.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I need to go to the bathroom."

Scott picked up the basket of toiletries and a change of clothes and hurried to the bedroom door, opened the door and turned his head to look at Milton with encouraging eyes.

"Milton, I didn't expect Eddie to be interested in starting music too, I think you should let him feel more about music."

"Maybe he'll fall in love with music as much as you do." Roger was very clever and carried his basket behind Scott.

"Yes, I will!"

Milton said with some excitement, his minty green eyes sparkling.

"See you later, then."

Scott and Roger leave the dorm room under Eddie's desperate gaze.

"Oh, poor Eddie! Hopefully he can achieve something under Milton's teaching! ”

On the way to the bathroom, Roger clutched his chest exaggeratedly and sighed loudly. Scott laughed with him.

Soon they stopped laughing—when they returned to their dorm room after showering, Milton's "music lessons" continued.

Perhaps encouraged, Milton seemed so enthusiastic that he wanted to show off all his love for music.

At this moment, Eddie sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes were empty, his expression was demented, and he mechanically counted his ten fingers repeatedly.

Scott felt that he couldn't sleep in such an atmosphere tonight, so he proposed to Milton: "Milton, what you said is too profound, maybe you can give us an intuitive feeling?" I know you must have had a lot of great inspiration again! Play it and let's enjoy it. ”

As Scott spoke, he could feel the resentment in Eddie's eyes.

But the offer was warmly welcomed by Roger and Eddie.

Although Milton was a little hesitant, he took out his cello with the enthusiastic encouragement of everyone.

A miniature cello recital began.