"Ah~~"

Just as Clark and the others were dealing with the conflict, twenty or so ghosts suddenly crept in from the walls and ceiling.

These milky-white, smoke-like translucent ghosts glided lightly across the room, startling some timid children into screaming.

In fact, even the children of wizarding families can rarely see ghosts outside, except for some castles that still have remnants of ancient magic circles, only Hogwarts can see a large number of ghosts.

And this just proves what Clark just said, these ghosts are because they were absorbed by Hogwarts Castle when they entered the school, so that after death, the soul returned to Hogwarts Castle and became ghosts.

However, compared to those distant relatives in the continent of Faeron, these ghosts are harmless like rabbits, after all, the power of Hogwarts has always protected them, whether they live or die.

"New life!"

A chubby, monk-like ghost smiled at them and said, "I suppose you're probably going to be going through the sorting ceremony, right?"

Some students nodded silently.

"Hopefully you'll get a Hufflepuff!" The monk said, "I used to be in that college. ”

"Then it's better to go to Gryffindor, that's the house that men should go to!" It's a relatively strong ghost.

"Shit, Gryffindors are barbarians, and we Slytherins are the real place to learn magic!" This one apparently ignored Ravenclaw.

The ghosts quarreled as they talked, and the chaos didn't stop until Professor McGonagall returned. They fluttered, flew into the walls and disappeared.

"Now, in a row," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students, "follow me." ”

The young wizards lined up, with Clark in the middle, Hermione and Neville following him, and Ron standing in the front, as if trying to get away from Clark.

They walked out of the room, through the foyer, and through a double door, into an incomparably luxurious auditorium.

On the velvety black ceiling, there were dots of starlight, and thousands of candles, floating in the air like jellyfish, illuminated the entire auditorium.

Under the starry sky, all the students, except for the first-year students, were already sitting around four long tables, glittering gold plates and goblets were filled.

On the top of the auditorium, there is a long table where the teachers are seated.

Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students over there and had them line up in front of all the upperclassmen, with the teachers behind them.

The candlelight flickered overhead, and hundreds of faces staring at them were like pale lanterns. The ghosts also mingled among the students, glowing with a hazy silver light.

It's such a magical and wonderful place!

"The ceiling here is enchanted and looks like the sky outside, as I read about in Hogwarts: A History."

Hermione stood beside Clark and whispered, her tone unconcealed with pride.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year freshman, and then placed a patched, worn peaked wizard's hat on the stool.

The pulp on the wizard's hat reflects the bright candlelight, and at a glance it seems to have left the vicissitudes of time on his body.

The whole auditorium was silent, and under the gaze of the crowd, the hat twisted, cracked a wide slit, like a mouth, and began to sing:

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their looks, if you can find a more beautiful hat than me, I can eat myself......"

Yes, the hat sings, and as a famous Hogwarts scene, it actually sings not badly, after all, it has a whole year to ponder a song.

Clark had also listened to the popular music of the wizarding world, but to be honest, he really didn't appreciate it. After all, art still needs to be grounded, not grounded; Although art knows no borders, it can also divide yin and yang.

And the song sung by this hat can at least let him listen to it.

However, with the singing of the Sorting Hat, Clarke, who had just activated the fragment of Godhead, clearly sensed a faint fluctuation of magical power, echoing throughout the auditorium along the song.

"What is this?" Clark was stunned, and the fragments in his mind bloomed with an uncertain light.

He looked up at the classroom seat again, and saw that Dumbledore was shaking his head to the rhythm of the song with his eyes closed, as if unaware of the incident.

Clark had to temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart and return to normalcy, and at this time, the Sorting Hat on the stool also sang the last sentence, and the fluctuations disappeared, and the audience applauded thunderously.

"Thank you! Thank you! The Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four tables, and then stood still.

"It looks like we're just going to have to put on this hat."

Hermione whispered to Clark, "Oh, that's too bad the spells I taught myself won't work." ”

The breath of the conversation tickled his ears, and Clark smiled faintly, speechless for her Versailles words.

Of course, it's better to wear a hat than to cast a spell in front of everyone, at least it doesn't make Clark feel like a flyover.

The only thing he was worried about now might be what the actual principle of the hat was.

Is it a solidified Soul Extraction spell? Or is it just the perceptual spell of the superficial mind? And what was that magic fluctuation just now? Is it a means to distinguish good from bad in students?

Clarke didn't know, at least from the original book, that wearing a hat seemed to be a little safer than facing Dumbledore, the White Lord.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

Hannah, who was always the first, stumbled out of the queue and put on her hat, which was wide enough to cover her eyes.

She sat down, pausing for a moment—

"Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted.

The people at the table on the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to their table.

Clark even saw the fat monk ghost waving happily to her.

"Susan Bones!"

"Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted again. Susan quickly ran over to Hannah and sat down.

"Terry Bout!"

"Ravenclaw!"

This time, the second table on the left clapped and applauded.

When Terry joined them, several Ravenclaw students stood up and shook his hand.

Mandy Broch was also assigned to Ravenclaw, and Lavender Brown became the first new Gryffindor student, and the farthest table on the left immediately erupted in cheers, and Clark saw his two cousins, George and Fred, whistle loudly.

Then Millison Persted became a new Slytherin student.

The whole team just moved forward little by little.