When Hagrid knocked on the door, the castle gate opened.

A tall, serious-looking black-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of the gate, staring sternly at every young wizard in front of her.

Hermione, who was standing next to Rig, suddenly exclaimed, "It's Professor McGonagall!" It's the replaceable quill she asked me for. ”

At the sight of Hermione, Professor McGonagall's serious face relaxed slightly, and she had a good impression of this little wizard who loved to learn.

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I'll pick it up here. Professor McGonagall nodded to Hagrid.

She opened the door wide open.

The foyer behind him was large enough to move the entire Dursleys house in.

The castle's foyer resembles Gringotts, with a high ceiling that can't be seen, and dark stone walls surrounded by flaming torches.

When he arrived in the hall, it was no longer cold, and Rig felt that his body, which had been a little frozen just now, was slowly awakened by the warmth.

The young wizards followed Professor McGonagall down the stone floor to a small, empty room at the other end of the hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said.

"The opening party is about to begin, but before you get to the cafeteria and take your seats, first of all, you should decide which house you are going to. The Sorting Ceremony is an important ceremony. Because while you're in school, the House is like your home at Hogwarts. You will attend classes with other students in the college, live in the dormitory of the college, and spend your free time together in the common room of the college. ”

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding witches and wizards. During your time at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn extra points for your house, while any misconduct will result in a loss of points for your house. At the end of the year, the college with the highest score receives the House Cup, which is a high honor. I hope that no matter which house you are assigned to, you will be able to bring glory to the college. ”

Hearing Slytherin, Draco Malfoy's chin lifted proudly.

"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 gaze shifted between Neville's cloak (the strap was tied under his left ear) and Harry's tousled hair.

Harry nervously tried to smooth out his hair, and Rig rearranged his outfit.

Originally, he was not nervous, but the tense atmosphere around him made him involuntarily care about his image of appearing for a while.

Still, I'm handsome, Rig thought to himself.

"When it's ready, I'll come and pick you up." Professor McGonagall said, "While you wait, be quiet. ”

She left the room.

Seeing the stern Professor McGonagall leave, the young wizards in the waiting room let out a sigh of relief.

"How do you think they can assign us exactly to which house? Could it really be the test we were just talking about? Harry asked Rig worriedly.

Ron also kept rubbing his hands nervously, "Fred said it hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking. ”

"He's joking, don't you think?" Reflecting on the twins' usual style, Ron panicked that maybe this time he was telling the truth.

Hermione had closed her palms and was meditating, which helped her calm down.

Hearing Ron's words, she couldn't hold back.

Begin to recite mantras that recall what you remember.

If it's a school, it's always okay to have more, right? Hermione thought to herself.

As Hermione babbled, ignoring Ron's pleas to teach him even a spell.

Countless pearly white, translucent ghosts passed behind them, and the entire waiting room was in chaos, and from time to time the little wizard who had just seen it screamed.

Wait until the last one, and hopefully the ghosts of the Hufflepuffs they share will fly away.

Professor McGonagall reappeared with a roll of parchment.

Rig's heart pounded in anticipation.

He thought he would be sorted into Gryffindor, but what if the Sorting Hat didn't agree?

Think he should have gone to Ravenclaw or, more tragically, Slytherin?

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

Rig was at the front, Harry and Ron behind him.

Step into the Great Hall and you'll find it like a Hogwarts dining room. Four long tables placed in the same direction were glittering gold plates and goblets, and on either side of the long table, students from various colleges were seated. Thousands of candles floated in mid-air above the tables lit up the cafeteria, and ghosts mingled with the students with a dim silver glow.

To be honest, the most familiar thing here for Rig is the starry sky top.

It also made him relax a lot.

Then, after the Sorting Hat had finished singing, Professor McGonagall began to read the name.

In a trance, Rig heard Harry and Ron sigh that it was great that they didn't have to fight dragons.

Hermione was whispering to Neville too.

It's just that these words didn't flow into his head, and they were fluttering, like a flash of smoke, and they immediately dispersed.

I could only hear the sound of my own heart pounding, and it was getting louder and louder.

Finally, Professor McGonagall called him. Ron and Harry hadn't been called yet.

"Heimdall Day!"

Rig nervously walked forward, Harry and Ron patting him on the back behind him to cheer him on.

Hermione also whispered a word of cheer, and pursed her lips uncomfortably after speaking.

Sitting in a chair, I had just put on the Sorting Hat, and the darkness in front of me was obscured by the wide Sorting Hat.

I heard the Sorting Hat smack.

Rig couldn't control his thoughts, could it be that my identity as a traverser or the point system has been discovered?

In a trance, I heard a cute stupidity.

Immediately, strings of memories of coming to the wizarding world flowed through my mind.

"Well," said Rig when he heard a small voice in his ear, "it's hard, it's very hard. It was very creative to see, oh, and I remember Dumbledore using a replaceable quill. He was very courageous and was able to take the initiative to fight against his majestic father. The heart is not bad, the path into Hogwarts is indeed too cold, I have long said that they will build another road. It's even very talented. Oh my goodness - you have a strong desire to strengthen yourself, well, it's interesting...... Where shall I divide you? ”

Rig clutched the brim of his hat and thought to himself, "Gryffindor, Gryffindor, I'm going to Gryffindor." ”

"Let go, let go, let go!" The hat screamed as if in pain.

"Gryffindor? Great choice, you will meet the best friends of your life here. ”

The Sorting Hat then spoke out loud about Rig's Sorting House.

"Gryffindor!"