Under Connor's gaze, the bespectacled girl walked up the stairs with slightly ethereal steps.

As if noticing Connor's gaze, Isobel looked casually, but didn't seem to care too much about anything.

After a few moments of communication with the Sorting Hat, she was given the name of her house:

"Ravenclaw!"

Nothing special happened on the way, except that the kind of elegance and quietness that emanated from her body was recognized by the Kitty Hawk companions, and the applause at the Ravenclaw table was particularly enthusiastic.

As for Ernie, as the third 'Mike' to take the stage, he also arrived at the academy where several of his friends were located.

"Hufflepuff!"

"It's good to have acquaintances."

Smiling down beside Connor, Ernie just said.

"yes, it's nice to have acquaintances."

Connor agrees with that.

"However, Neville's situation doesn't seem to be so good."

"Actually, it's okay, Neville's parents seem to be from Gryffindor, and everyone over there should be very good to him."

Across the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables, Ernie could already see Neville being dragged and started chatting - twins with red hair.

Their mouths looked like machine guns, and they looked quite enthusiastic, which made Neville a little overwhelmed and torn between them.

But at least it was clear that they didn't seem to have any ill intentions.

"They're Weasley's house twins."

As Connor and the others watched the Gryffindor side, someone patiently explained it to them.

It wasn't the prefect Gabriel, but another, more handsome man.

At first glance, it feels like the kind of honor student.

"Excuse me, ...... you are?"

"Cedric Diggory, just call me Cedric."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

There's a very warm and peaceful atmosphere at the Hufflepuff table, and some social freaks even run back and forth just to get to know the new students.

Since Cedric, Connor has also met a lot of people, and the sorting ceremony belonging to the freshmen has also ended in this atmosphere.

The Savior, Harry Potter, goes to Gryffindor, which causes a wave of cheers and seems to be proud of it.

The Weasleys seem to have always belonged to Gryffindor.

The last Brace Zabini entered Slytherin, impressing Connor with his dark complexion, narrow eyes, and perhaps even more arrogant attitude than Draco Malfoy.

Truth be told, Connor didn't like arrogant people.

But there is nothing to say about this kind of thing now, and it should be more worth caring about after the sorting ceremony.

For example, the principal's speech or something, this kind of thing is always indispensable.

After Professor McGonagall returned to his seat with the Sorting Hat, Headmaster Dumbledore slowly stood up.

He stretched out his arms with a kind smile on his face:

"Welcome to Hogwarts, children, the new term has begun, and before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words as is customary."

At first, Connor thought it should be an ordinary blessing or something, which is common.

Even from the school's point of view, you have to say something about the scene.

But just when he was thinking so, there were some words that made him a little dazed:

"Clumsy, crying nose, residue, twisted ...... Thank you! ”

"Hmm...... What does this mean? ”

The Headmaster sat down satisfied, and Connor felt his head buzzing.

"Ah, that kind of thing doesn't matter."

Ernie didn't seem to care about any of this, and Connor even suspected that he hadn't listened to the headmaster.

"I haven't seen the food truck or anything now, is it possible that we will have to eat later?"

"The food at Hogwarts is more amazing than you think, don't worry, you'll see it later."

Cedric smiled and reassured.

At this moment, Headmaster Dumbledore spoke in an elegant and slow tone:

"Now, let the feast begin."

With the command, the originally empty table was instantly filled with food.

At a glance, there are quite a lot of variety, except for the basic staple food, all kinds of small sausages seem to be taken from different animals, and there are also large pots of meat.

The recipe varies, and Connor even sees a slimy curry.

There is no such thing as plating, and the dining hall banquet stands out for a large amount of satiety.

But Connor actually cared more about how it was presented.

The food appeared out of nowhere, as if it were unusual, and Connor didn't even notice any signs of concern.

"It shouldn't be a temporary means...... Or is it a problem with the table itself? Or is it a plate or something? ”

Subconsciously glanced at it, but Connor didn't notice a reason.

And when it was time to open the meal, it was impossible for him to directly pick up the plate stacked with various foods and inspect it.

Anyway, I'm hungry, just eat, and I can't care so much.

Connor took some bread and curry, and ate it like that, and then brought himself a pork chop.

And Ernie is actually pretty much the same, they all choose to use a little pasta to cushion themselves first.

But this approach was quickly corrected by some of the old-timers.

"Actually, I suggest you eat a little bit of everything, and less bread or something."

It was Prefect Gabriel who spoke.

"Huh? What's the point? ”

"No, nothing, there's no way to say it."

Cedric interjected.

Connor noticed that the handsome man had already settled a few cutlets, and after wiping the rich sauce from the corners of his mouth, he put down his knife and fork.

"After a while, there will be a welcome ceremony for new students in our college, and there will be a supper or something, if you eat too much, it is estimated that you will not be able to enjoy supper."

"Is this something that every house has?"

Connor couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's unique to us Hufflepuffs, the Gryffindor head is notoriously serious, and it's expected that there will be a night curfew, and maybe a Ravenclaw reading party or something, and as for Slytherin......"

Gabriel smiled rather unceremoniously.

"It's good that they don't give the new students a bad horse."

"Don't get involved with other academies at this time."

Seeing that the prefect did not mean the slightest politeness, Cedric said helplessly.

"In short, the founder of our house was the innovator and developer of the food curse, and Hogwarts is still using her recipes, so our house is destined to be inextricably linked to food and the kitchen."

"Wow, that's great, doesn't that mean you can eat anytime and anywhere when you're hungry?"

"That's it."

As Connor drank a glass of pumpkin juice without changing his face, the meat and pasta on the table were removed along with the scraps, replaced by a variety of desserts and fruits.

Honey badger pies sprinkled with icing sugar, crisp cheesecakes, sweet chocolate cakes, and some native fruits.

"Wow, syrup pie, I used to love this one when I was in school."

An ethereal, ethereal voice rang out, and Connor saw a chubby monk.

"Oh, who are you?"

"I used to be a Hufflepuff student, so just call me Fat Friar."

Before Connado could reply, there was another exclamation from elsewhere.

Before you know it, the ghosts that are visible to the naked eye are already hovering in the auditorium.

They welcomed the students and showed who they were.

At the same time, it also marked the end of the banquet.

'Dangdang'

In the teacher's seat, Professor McGonagall tapped her cup lightly with a spoon.

The crisp but pleasant sound lingered, making the lively auditorium a lot quieter at once.

"Although I know that the children may not be willing to listen to me as an old man, I would like to take advantage of the wonderful time when everyone is enjoying the desserts, and I would like to tell you about some of the staff changes in our school."

Well, the classic link.

Hearing this, Connor just took a bite of cheesecake.

But soon, he hears a message that makes him nervous, which almost makes him squirt the cake out.

"It's a shame that our last Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Mr. Troca, left us, just like his predecessors, because of some regrettable but well-known factors."

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