After seeing the two of Nolin, the young man surrounded by the turban smiled at them a little shyly.

Norin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gave him a polite smile as well, and walked inside. Just as he opened the door, Norlin and the others didn't have to answer the question.

"Who is this man? Haven't seen it before. ”

Smith asked after thinking about it for a long time, making sure that he didn't have half an impression of this person in his mind.

"New professor."

Norin replied casually, but there was some curiosity in his heart: what was Quirrell doing in the Ravenclaw common room at this time?

And for some reason, an inexplicable sense of familiarity came from Quirrell's body.

By the time Norlin had finished showering and Smith had finished tidying up his dorm and rushed to the auditorium, the sorting ceremony had not yet begun.

There are still two positions beside Zhang Qiu, which seem to be specially reserved for the two of them. Norlin sat down beside her and asked:

"The sorting ceremony is so slow?"

Zhang Qiu shrugged her shoulders and signaled that she didn't know either.

All the old students had almost arrived in the auditorium, and were gushing about their holiday experiences, and the auditorium was noisy.

The auditorium is still magnificent, just like it was when I first entered last year.

The long table was already filled with food, and Norlin had eaten two tarts before he saw Professor McGonagall leading a line of freshmen through the auditorium door.

The auditorium fell silent. Dumbledore, seated in the professorship, stood up, waved his wand, and a small chair appeared out of thin air, along with a dirty, greasy, broken hat on it.

As soon as the freshmen entered, they were mesmerized by the sight of the auditorium, thousands of candles floating in the air, and glittering gold plates and goblets on the long table.

Especially the sea of stars overhead, it is impossible to imagine that this is a ceiling.

"I've heard Norlin say that it's enchanted and looks like the starry sky outside. He seems to have read it in Hogwarts: A School History. ”

Ron and Harry stood in the middle of the crowd and whispered to Harry.

During the conversation on the train, Harry already knew that Norlin was spending the holiday at the red-haired friend's house, and he had to sigh that it was too much of a coincidence.

His eyes were drawn to the hat. It had many patches and looked dirty and old. Suddenly, the hat twisted on its own, and the brim cracked like a mouth, and began to chant:

"You may think I'm not pretty enough,

But don't judge people by their appearance......"

Caught off guard by the magic sound, Harry's body stiffened a little. It took a few minutes for the Sorting Hat's singing to subside.

The audience applauded it with admiration or conscience, and the hat bowed forward, and remained quietly in the chair.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a piece of parchment in her hand, glanced up at the ignorant freshmen in front of her, and said:

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a chair and waits for the Sorting House."

"Hannah Abbott!"

A ruddy-faced little girl with two blonde braids stumbled out of the queue and sat down in a chair with a hat that just covered her eyes.

After a moment's pause, the hat shouted:

"Hufflepuff!"

The long table on the right clapped and cheered the little girl and welcomed her to take a seat at the Hufflepuff table. At the long table, a chubby monk-like ghost waved happily to her.

After dividing the men one after another, Professor McGonagall glanced at the parchment and exclaimed:

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione answered, almost trotting into her chair and hurriedly throwing her hat over her head.

The hat hesitated for a moment, then shouted:

"Gryffindor!"

An inexplicable faint sense of disappointment welled up in my heart. She glanced at the Ravenclaw table and clenched her fist secretly. Even if it's not an academy, she's the first to fight!

"Neville Longbottom!"

After dividing a few more, Professor McGonagall shouted in a calm tone, but there was some pity in her eyes.

A little fat man rushed out, he ran too fast and fell on the road. Before anyone could laugh, Professor McGonagall looked around menacingly.

The laughter that was about to resound in the auditorium was stifled alive by everyone.

Neville had scarcely sat down in his chair when a toad popped out of his robe and stepped on the top of the Sorting Hat.

"Go down! Go down! Fawkes doesn't even dare step on my head, you damn toad! ”

The Sorting Hat exploded and writhed and shouted.

Neville's lips turned a little pale, and he pulled Riffford down with trembling hands, and the Sorting Hat said angrily:

"Gryffindor!"

George and Fred gave him a thumbs up.

After that, Harry's Sorting House caused a stir, especially after his placement in Gryffindor, which erupted in cheers and the other three houses were stunned.

Any academy wants to get this boy who defeated the Dark Lord, even if he doesn't know anything, at least the capital to go out and brag about it in the future is a little stronger.

Draco Malfoy sat at the long Slytherin table and pouted, his face indifferent.

After Ron was also divided, Norlin felt that there was nothing to look forward to, but Professor McGonagall shouted loudly:

"Eddie Warren!"

Just when Norlin thought it was a coincidence, a familiar figure of Norlin stepped out and put his hat on his head.

Like Draco Malfoy, almost as soon as his hair was glued, the Sorting Hat couldn't wait to shout:

"Slytherin!"

There was a round of applause from the Snake Courtyard. What makes the Sorting Hat make decisions so quickly is generally very much in line with the temperament of the house, and Slytherin welcomes this kind of person.

After not seeing him for more than half a year, Eddie's face became a little ruddy, not as thin as before, but a little handsome. The body is no longer a tattered shirt, but a clean and tidy new growth gown. After dressing up, he is now a handsome guy.

He searched the Great Hall until he finally saw Norlin at the Ravenclaw table, and waved excitedly at him.

Norin felt a tingling in his scalp. How did Dumbledore let him out? Could it be that the silence on him has been completely solved? In the event of an accident, the number of students at Hogwarts would be reduced by more than half.

But either way, he and Add were friends, and he nodded and smiled.

After the sorting was over, Dumbledore stood up with a smile, opened his arms to all the students, and said:

"Welcome, there's new blood coming into Hogwarts. Before the banquet begins, I have a few words to give you.

That's it: stupid! Cry! Residue! Wring!

Thank you! ”

Whether you understand it or not, the principal's face is always given, everyone applauds, and then they start to enjoy the food in front of them.