When the door opened, Professor McGonagall stepped out of the door and thanked Hagrid briefly, her eyes searching the crowd.

Fortunately, her goals are more conspicuous and more proactive.

Luke smiled and nodded at Professor McGonagall the first time he saw her, counting as a greeting. Professor McGonagall watched Luke appear with all his beard and tail, and seemed to let go of a large stone in his heart.

Then she led the students directly down the stone path to a hut there.

On the way, they faintly heard the noise of people in the hall separated by a wall.

Many of the students' already calm minds were tensed up again.

Hermione was more curious this time, though, so she didn't feel too much nervousness.

"Do you know the professor?"

She had just noticed that several of the wizard's children seemed to be in awe at the tall black-haired witch leading the way. Apparently they had heard about the witch either from their own parents or from their own older siblings.

And apparently the evaluation they gave was not something gentle and peaceful.

"Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, Head of Gryffindor, Transfiguration Professor, Quidditch and Cat Lovers."

Luke looked at Hermione and continued, "Strict and responsible professor, trust me, you should get along more harmoniously. ”

Luke believed that Professor McGonagall must have been as smart and perceptive as Hermione, but also courageous and impulsive.

Hermione nodded earnestly, then looked at Professor McGonagall's back.

After a few moments, they walked into the small, empty room. The room was crowded, and everyone was rubbing shoulders, and it was only then that Luke realized that Hermione's hand was still on his sleeve.

He made a stretch and pulled his sleeve out of Hermione's grasp.

Hermione glanced at Luke and didn't say anything.

Professor McGonagall glared at Luke, who was standing at the front of the group, after all, everyone seemed nervous and formal, and it was a feeling to be here with Luke, and he should fall asleep without mentioning any more energy.

Luke smiled sheepishly, then returned to his normal posture.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, the opening party is about to begin......"

Professor McGonagall began her annual lecture on the sorting ceremony, and one by one the young wizards lifted their spirits, listening carefully to every word Professor McGonagall said, for fear that they would miss something and get embarrassed in the later ceremony, or be assigned to a house they didn't like.

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that you get in order and be refreshed while you wait. ”

Her eyes searched Naville's unseemly cloak and the dirt on Ron's nose, as Harry struggled to smooth out his hair. Eventually, her eyes fell on Luke.

Luke was deliberately lazy when dressing himself up, and he didn't get serious. So his cloak slipped down a little bit, and the collar was a little untidy.

So Professor McGonagall went straight to the point, unfastened his cloak for him, retied it, and helped him with the collar.

With one last glare at him, Professor McGonagall turned and left the room.

Luke felt a sense of seriousness and restraint, a little uncomfortable.

Ron, who was following Luke and Hermione, looked at Luke in shock. If he hadn't known that the Gaunt family was not related to Professor McGonagall, he would have wondered if Professor McGonagall was Luke's blood elder. It has to be very close.

After all, from the information he had received from his brothers, Professor McGonagall was a good teacher and cared about his students. But she rarely shows special attention to a particular student. Unless the student is particularly good at playing Quidditch.

Of course, this was what Fred told him, so he wasn't quite sure that it was.

If Ron knew that Luke and Professor McGonagall were not related, then Hermione was already suspicious if he didn't know.

"Don't think about it so much, Professor McGonagall is my admissions guide, and we get along very well, so she does take care of me a little."

Luke felt the strange eyes of the three people around him, and said with a helpless smile.

Booker in his arms also stuck out his head and "meowed", which was regarded as a testimony to Luke.

Hearing this meow, Ron's front arms squirmed. It looked like something was alarmed.

Hermione wasn't asking anything more, in fact, she was getting a little nervous when it came to the end. So I started to adjust my breathing.

Harry, on the other hand, had seen Luke and Professor McGonagall getting along well early on, so he was able to easily accept this kind of scene where the elders cared for the younger generations.

Of course, there are also reasons why Hagrid is also very fond of him, making him think that the teachers at Hogwarts are quite friendly. So he's a little nervous now, but it's not that exaggerated.

Luke felt the slight joy and anticipation in Harry's body, and couldn't help but give him a piece of wax in his heart.

He didn't know that two of the teachers he was about to meet had a bad attitude towards him, if not bad.

One loved him, but hated him, and of course it would be much better if Harry became Harry.

And the other, who doesn't seem to care much about him, actually wants his little life.

People really can't help but sigh, savior is really a high-risk profession!

As his thoughts wandered, he also overheard Ron's discussion about the sorting ceremony, and could see that Harry was flustered when he heard the words 'take the test'. Apparently he was quite unconfident in his magic skills.

Hermione had heard the information from Luke, so she didn't panic.

The ghosts swarmed in, fussing for a while at the surprise of the freshmen, until Professor McGonagall reappeared. It's as if it's going to be lively.

"Now, line up in a row and follow me."

Professor McGonagall led the nervous freshmen into the lavish auditorium.

As a result, almost all the new students were amazed.

Thousands of candles floated in the air illuminated the auditorium, and four long tables were filled with gold plates and goblets. At the top of the table sat a faculty member.

At a glance, Luke saw the old man with white hair, half-moon glasses, and clear blue eyes like a teenager.

That was the Headmaster of Hogwarts, one of the strongest wizards of our time, Albus Dumbledore.

At this time, Dumbledore seemed to sense his gaze and looked along.