In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the lights were bright and the people were buzzing.

Sitting in the far corner of the rostrum was the tall half-giant Hagrid, who looked like he was probably greeting Harry Potter.

Professor Flitwick, who was diminutive, sat next to Hagrid, one tall and one small, one tall and one short, and the contrast was so strong that it was easy to laugh.

And a professor with a ridiculous scarf on his head is talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. These two should be Voldemort's horses Quirrell and Snape.

In the center of the podium, on a large golden chair sat Albus Dumbledore.

Clark recognized the Headmaster of Hogwarts at a glance, as the professor resembled Gandalf, the berserker of Middle-earth, with shiny silver hair and a long hooked nose.

However, at this time, Dumbledore was turning his two thumbs alternately, with a kind smile on his face, as if he had no doubts about the joke just now, of course, Clark did not believe this.

Now there are only three people left waiting for the assignment.

Lisa Dupin became a new Ravenclaw student. Then it was Ron's turn. His face was full of apprehension, but in the blink of an eye, he shouted, "Gryffindor!"

However, the impact of Clark had not yet passed, and no one stood up to applaud, so he could only hurry to the seat next to Harry and sit down like a little transparent.

"Good, Ron, great!" Ron's brother, Percy Weasley, walked past Harry and said in an exaggerated tone.

At this time, the last remaining Bress Shabini was assigned to Slytherin. When Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, picked up the Sorting Hat and left, the whole Sorting Ceremony came to an end.

It was only then that Albus Dumbledore seemed to come to his senses, he stood up, looked at the students with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to them, as if nothing made him happier than to see them all in one place.

"Welcome, nothing is better than you, and maybe that's why I don't want to leave."

A warm and vast force spread, filling the entire auditorium and infiltrating the little wizard's body like a sea of life.

It is like a bright sun, shining in all directions, warming the souls of the little wizards.

Clarke had to lower his eyes and lower his head, trying to squeeze his presence while avoiding Dumbledore's gaze.

"This is pure 'love'!" Clarke was completely relieved, his love was boundless, and he knew that Dumbledore, who had this kind of courage, was no threat to him for the time being.

When he came back to his senses, he noticed that various foods had appeared out of thin air on the table, and Dumbledore had already sat back in his seat, holding his glass high, greeting him.

Medium-rare roast beef, grilled chicken with golden skin, sizzling pork chops, lamb chops, black pepper salami, potato chips topped with meat sauce, Yorkshire pudding, tender green pea sprouts, pan-fried carrots, pasta with tomato sauce......

The long table was full, and for some weird reason, there were mint hard candies.

Perhaps the journey on the train was too long, and Clark saw Harry take a little of everything he had eaten, and the plates in front of him were piled up into a small mountain.

Ron, on the other hand, grabbed two large chicken legs, opened his bow from side to side, and ate with his mouth full of oil, as if Clark's aunt had treated him badly.

Thankfully, Hermione didn't study like the two of them, but perhaps because her parents were both dentists, she was insensitive to all the sweets.

As for Clark, after taking some roast beef and putting it on his plate, he poured himself another full glass of pumpkin juice, held it aloft and shouted:

"Respect, Hogwarts!"

When the little wizards around heard this, they cheered, grabbed the cups with their oily palms, and raised them together.

"Respect, Hogwarts!"

"Respect, Gryffindor!"

"Respect, Gryffindor!"

The atmosphere of the entire auditorium reached its peak with this cheer.

In the gastronomic desert of England, the food at Hogwarts is already very good. At least for Clarke, he can get his mouth shut.

Compared to those muddy boys who eat and drink nonsense, Clark still straightens up and doesn't make a sound even when he is eating.

That graceful gesture set him apart from the other little wizards, and attracted the attention of many little witches.

"Oh, young man, your movements are pretty standard, I think you must be from some old family." A ghost in a wheeled collar said as he watched Clark eat.

"Thanks, I'm from the Puwitt family, I don't know what you call it?" Clark put down his knife and fork and spoke.

"I know, House of Puwitt, I know, I should know your great-great-great-grandfather," the ghost recalled, "you may call me Sir Nicholas de Mimci-Boltington, the resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower." ”

"I know who you are!" Ron suddenly said, "Two of my older brothers told me about you—you're the 'Nick who almost lost his head'!" ”

"I think I prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimci-Boltington—" The ghost looked a little uneasy, but the tea-haired Seamus Finigan interjected:

"Almost headless? How could you almost lose your head? ”

……

Clark was really not interested in such a bloody thing as cutting off his head, so he voluntarily withdrew from the conversation and lowered his head to deal with the steak in front of him.

When he finished chewing and cleaning the contents of the plate, the rest of the food disappeared in a flash, and the plate was as clean as ever.

After a while, dessert came up with ice cream of all flavors, apple pie, fruit tart in syrup, chocolate muffin, fried jam doughnut, wine jam pudding, strawberry, jelly, rice pudding......

Clark frowned as he looked at the sweets that needed to be eaten with insulin. In his previous life, he did like to eat sweets and drink drinks, and his body fat was extremely high. In this life, he finally had a well-proportioned body, and he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

By this time, everyone had almost eaten, and the conversation on the table turned to the families of the little wizards.

"I'm half and half." Seamus said, "Daddy was a Muggle, and Mom didn't tell Dad that she was a wizard until she got married, and that scared him a lot. ”

Everyone laughed.

"What about you, Neville?" Ron asked.

"Oh, I was brought up by my grandmother, and she's a wizard." Neville began to talk about his relatives and elders, and he didn't seem to want to talk about his parents.

Clark couldn't intervene in the parents' family, so he had to talk about their homework with Hermione, who also didn't eat sweets, which made Hermione very happy, and only hoped that the dinner would last a little longer.