Great Britain has a humid climate.

Even in September, the night is still prickly cold.

Hagrid dangled a huge oil lamp: "First-year freshman, first-year freshman!" Come over here, oh Harry, are you alright? Come to my side. ”

They followed Hagrid across the path to the lake and boarded the boat.

Wandering towards Hogwarts.

There were four people in a boat, Harry, Ron, the other two were brown-haired bucktooth otters who had a one-on-one acquaintance on the train, and a young boy named Neville who looked like a Scottish round-faced fat chicken.

"Hello, meet again." The otter girl greeted them.

Ron responded perfunctorily: "Hello. ”

Harry nodded, more perfunctory.

His attention was elsewhere, for example... Of the mixed breaths underwater, one of them was extremely powerful; Another example... The magical aura that has been wrapped around himself and every first-year student since he stepped on the path.

As if the clouds were clear, the majestic castle of Hogwarts became clearer and more intimate to him.

A contract with the castle itself?

They emulated the experience of the four founders discovering Hogwarts Castle, an act of ritual in itself?

It's not mentioned in the book, and these can only be figured out when you enter Hogwarts.

Under Hagrid's leadership.

They walked to the castle gates, where they saw Professor McGonagall, the vice-rector who didn't look easy to provoke, and was ushered into the side hall and waited.

"How can they assign us exactly which house we are into?" The brown-haired otter frowned, a little tangled.

Ron clenched his fists and looked at Harry, "Fred, one of my older brothers, said he was going to pass a test that hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking on me. ”

"My uncle said he was going to fight trolls." Neville's face was horrified, his toad in his hand, the poor little thing struggling.

Harry shook his head.

He didn't believe that.

Even a cruel being like a witcher would not throw a child without any training in front of a demon, ghoul, or evil ghost.

"Don't worry, we've signed a contract with Hogwarts." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, "Maybe... Just a little spell, look at your personality and decide which academy to stuff you into. ”

According to the contents of the book......

The bold ones were thrown into Gryffindor, the studious ones were thrown into Ravenclaw, the sinister ones were thrown into Slytherin, and the rest were thrown into Hufflepuffs.

Neville cried, "Oh no, then I'll definitely go to Hufflepuff." ”

"Which house matters?" Harry was puzzled, "Everything I've learned is the same. ”

It's different from the school of witchers.

There are also many schools of witchers, but in different schools, the skills that can be learned are different.

The Wolf School is the most regular witcher, and it is more like the Griffin School, with the use of the Law Seal, pre-battle preparations, and solid swordsmanship, while the Bear School pays attention to a strong physique, stacks the thickest armor, and takes the most severe beatings, while the Cat School is more like an assassin, a bunch of mentally abnormal madmen, hiding in the shadows, and doing some shitty deeds.

The four houses of Hogwarts... It seems that there are only four kinds of personalities, and as for the skills learned, they are all taught by the same teachers.

Neville tightened the blessing in his hand, and the toad let out a miserable, feeble cry.

"If you are cowardly, you will only grow into a coward no matter where you are." Harry looked at Neville and said bluntly, "Only when you become strong inside yourself can you be really strong." ”

Neville lowered his head.

"No, you shouldn't have said that about Neville." The brown-haired otter bared his teeth at him, "He, he'......"

"Is there something wrong with what I said? Miss Otter. Harry shook his head.

The brown-haired otter covered his mouth and stared at Harry with round eyes, "Who is the otter, didn't you listen to my introduction on the ship?" I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger. ”

"Oh, okay, Miss Granger, is there something wrong with what I said?" Harry nodded, submissively changed his words, and repeated the question again.

Hermione covered her mouth and gritted her teeth.

This is not at all the same as the savior she imagined!

Professor McGonagall soon returned, leading them into the hall, where the ceiling seemed to be transparent, and the stars could be seen outside.

From the outside, it looked about the size of the Wolf Faction's castle of Kylemohan, and Harry thought he was living a somewhat cramped life.

But walk in, it's huge.

Just one hall is out of reach.

It's magic again, magic that can change the volume of space.

Professor McGonagall set up the Sorting Hat, and after enduring the slightly noisy little song, the first-year students understood that they didn't have to fight the trolls, they just had to put on the dirty hat.

"Whoever I call by name, come, put on his hat, and wait for the Sorting House." Professor McGonagall held the floor-length parchment, her face serious, and then pronounced the first name.

"Hannah Abbott!"

Harry waited a while for Professor McGonagall to pronounce his name.

There was a lot of chatter in the restaurant.

"Potter, is that Potter?"

"He doesn't look like a savior at all, is he too thin?"

"Oh my God, you look at his eyes, just like my cat."

On the teacher's seat, the black-robed sea leader snorted unabashedly.

Harry put on his hat.

The wide brim of his hat obscured his vision, and there was a strong smell of hair oil......

"Oh no, Mr. Potter, you should say it's a historic vintage." The Sorting Hat's voice rang in his ears, "I'm just a hat, and I want to go to the bathroom too, but no one is helping me. ”

"Can you read minds?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"It's just a few simple thoughts." The Sorting Hat said in an innocent tone, "I'm not a dark magic object after all, and Gryffindor didn't give me the ability to take a deer. ”

"Let me see ...... you"

"Just, brave, and intelligent." The Sorting Hat's tone was tinged with surprise, "What a prophetic savior, so many good qualities. ”

"It's hard for the hat."

"Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff is the best for you, what a hot and sincere heart, if Hufflepuff is still there, she must love you to death."

"But if you want something bigger, Slytherin or Gryffindor, that's where you belong."

"I don't mean to discriminate against Hufflepuffs, but you know, maybe you don't know, the badgers are very capable, but they are too indisputable."

"Slytherin and Gryffindor are always so showy."

Harry interrupted him, "Do you only have the opportunity to talk to people every year when you are in the Sorting House?" ”

The Sorting Hat was stunned, "No, sometimes I also chat with Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. ”

"Talking to a bird?" Harry nodded, thoughtful, "No wonder you talk so much. ”

"You're too Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat scolded, "So, are you going to Slytherin?" ”

Harry shook his head, "I heard Gryffindor has a sword?" ”

"Yes, I'll tell you, it's actually inside me, and Gryffindor has set a spell that the Gryffindor with courage can pull out of me when he needs it." The Sorting Hat enthusiastically introduced, "It feels bad, like pulling your throat out of your mouth. ”

"Hats have a throat too?" Harry was taken aback.

The Sorting Hat wanted to dance on Harry's head, "It's just a metaphor, you little gentleman doesn't have any humor at all. ”

Harry asked, "Pull the Gryffindor Sword out of your throat, and that sword belongs to me?" ”

"No, just borrowing." The Sorting Hat vetoed decisively, "The sword has always belonged to Gryffindor, and perhaps Hogwarts now." ”

"Then how can I actually get the Gryffindor Sword?" Harry asked again.

The Sorting Hat fell silent, "Actually getting the Gryffindor Sword, a good question. ”

"You've probably heard... The legend of the Chamber of Secrets? ”

Harry nodded, it was rumored that Slytherin had a secret room left in the castle, and only the true Slytherin heir could open the secret room and get his inheritance.

"The Big Four have all done that." The Sorting Hat spoke with some nostalgia, "They all left their legacy. ”

"Everyone who can draw the Gryffindor Sword is eligible to participate in the Gryffindor Trial, and if you can pass the Gryffindor Trial, then you will be able to obtain the Gryffindor Sword."

"Of course, hats don't work, I belong to Hogwarts now."

"It's a kind of protection, Gryffindor let the goblins build the sword, but the goblins are the kind of creatures, they are very strange, after Gryffindor died, they wanted to get the sword back more than once."

"If you don't have the strength, even if you get the sword, you will only be snatched away by the goblins."

Harry interrupted, "If I draw my sword, does that mean I'm qualified to participate in the trial?" ”

"Yes, but it has to be ......," the Sorting Hat began, and before he could finish speaking, Harry took it off.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry in amazement—she thought Harry was going to be another hat embarrassment, after all, the hat had a good conversation with him.

But halfway through the division, take off your hat, what's going on?

McGonagall looked up at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore poked his head forward, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked at Harry meaningfully.

Ignoring the gossip and stares, Harry reached into his hat and felt the hard, cold hilt of the sword, grabbed it, and pumped it out.

A silver sword nearly a meter long, exuding a strong magical aura, the years have not been able to leave a mark on this sword, and the cold light is still pressing.

Harry's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a sword flower.

It's a good sword.

He fell in love with it.

"Alright, boy, rein in your greedy gaze." The Sorting Hat said in a somewhat vomited tone, "This sword doesn't belong to you yet, stuff it back for me." ”

"I really don't know how you pulled it out, you can only pull it out when you need it."

Harry pursed his lips, loving the sword - the witcher needed a sword in his hand at all times.

The Sorting Hat continued to yell.

"And the Sorting Results—"

"The person who pulls out the Gryffindor sword naturally belongs only to Gryffindor!"