And while everyone was talking, Hagrid grabbed Anthony's arm and pushed and pulled violently, only to hear "Click! With a single blow, his dislocated arm was restored.

Anthony endured the pain and did not cry out. Cold sweat slid down his forehead, the little guy gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face twitched from the intense pain.

"Looks so much better!"

Hagrid looked at his restored arm and smiled innocently.

But he didn't wait for the smile on his face to unfold.

I saw Anthony's arm, and the bruises that had been bruised suddenly swelled.

And Harry, who was holding Anthony, only felt that his arm sank and almost fell.

This made him have to exert more effort to drag him.

"What's wrong?"

Harry asked worriedly.

Because just now, Anthony's head tilted, as if he had fainted.

"This—" Hagrid quickly picked up Anthony from Harry's hand in embarrassment, and then shouted to Percy behind him, "Percy, the little wizards will be handed over to you, and they will be left in the castle." ”

Then he carried Anthony all the way towards the castle.

He has experience in orthopedics, and as a magical beast expert, injuries are common, how to deal with wounds, how to avoid injuries, how to correct bones, he knows everything.

It's just that Hagrid obviously overestimated the physical fitness of Anthony, a little wizard, or rather, he often gave himself a straight bone, and never tried it for a little wizard.

He was just a little bit stronger...

Really, just a little...

...

When Anthony woke up again, he found himself lying in what looked like an infirmary, and the smell of herbs filled the air. He slowly moved his right hand, only to feel heavy.

Looking down, his right hand was wrapped in a thick bandage.

"You're awake!" Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in his ear.

"I..."

"You're finally awake." A voice sounded distinctly different from the previous one, and this one sounded even rougher.

"If you don't wake up, you're going to miss the sorting ceremony." Hagrid said with a weak heart.

"Whose fault is this!" At this point, the voice from before clearly gained the upper hand, and she completely suppressed Hagrid. Stern and angry, he said, "Don't you know how strong you are? ”

"In the future, you are not allowed to treat the little wizard privately, are you not there for me?"

"Madam Pomfrey," said Hegno, and it was hard to believe that such a tall and burly giant could make such a sound.

"Okay, I'm just giving him some pick-me-ups, he's weak right now, if you're going to take him to the Sorting House, then as soon as possible!" Pomfrey said, solemnly. It was as if fire was coming out of her eyes.

Because right behind her.

There were still seven or eight little wizards lying on those hospital beds.

None of them were as serious as Anthony's injuries, but there were too many injured to fit in her small school infirmary.

"We'll leave right away." With that, Hagrid tiptoed to pick up Anthony from the hospital bed, then looked apologetically at Ms. Pomfrey.

Then he quickly left the school infirmary.

...

On the other side, in the Hogwarts auditorium, a grand evening was being held, all the professors were in attendance, and everyone had a festive smile on their faces... It's no wonder!

Professor McGonagall's grim face was dripping, and Dumbledore had a dark face, glancing at the 'ragged' and 'bruised' Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Fight!

They had heard the truth from Hagrid and the other students of both houses.

It's hard to imagine that these students could have a massive fight on the Hogwarts Express.

To add insult to Professor McGonagall's infuriation, there were still seven or eight seriously injured people lying in the infirmary. Even a freshman was affected.

The little wizards in the auditorium could all sense the cold eyes of the many professors on the rostrum.

They didn't dare to make a sound, and even the Gryffindors, who were usually the most lively (troublemakers), fell into a dead silence today.

At what was perhaps the most deserted opening ceremony in Hogwarts' history, Professor McGonagall said slowly with a cold face and a gloomy voice, "Whoever I call now, I will put on my hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the Sorting House." ”

She said, "Hannah Abbott! ”

There was a commotion in the crowd of a little girl with a ruddy face and two blonde braids. Stumbling out of the queue, nearly tripping as he walked towards his chair.

Professor McGonagall quickly cast the spell and caught her steadily, and then her grim face finally melted, and she said, "Don't be nervous, just put on the Sorting Hat." ”

"Yes, Professor!" Hannah steadied herself, then said timidly. She quickly sat down in her chair and placed the Sorting Hat on top of her head.

After a moment, the hat cracked open and said loudly, "Hufflepuff!" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, someone on the first row of tables on the right waved her arms. But compared to the cheerful shouts of the past, the sound of their welcome today is simply negligible.

"Susan Burns!" Professor McGonagall said.

"Hufflepuff!"

...

The sorting ceremony proceeded smoothly.

At this time, the senior wizards in the Great Hall, especially the Gryffindors, were sitting on pins and needles, and they silently prayed that the sorting ceremony would last a little longer, and finally until tomorrow.

At that time, everyone will go straight to class, and they will not hear the professors' reprimands.

"Justin Finchrie!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Anthony Faulkirk!" (Middle name, bar scared, it's time to go.) ）

Professor McGonagall looked at the list in her hand, and she was so angry that her mind was completely out of the sorting house as she was going to punish these serious students for serious disciplinary violations after the sorting was over.

She called out to Anthony, and then suddenly remembered that Anthony was in the school hospital at this time!

Just as she was about to skip and pronounce the next name.

The door to the auditorium was suddenly pushed open.

It was Hagrid, who rushed over with Anthony in his arms.

"Oh! Merlin's beard! Professor McGonagall looked shocked, and then sped through the young wizards gathered in front of her, and came to Hagrid.

The child in his arms was pale, sweating profusely on his forehead, and his arm was covered with a thick bandage.

Just looking at the appearance, it really looks like he is about to die, and his life is short.

"He's been dislocating his arm for too long, and the kid has been suffering from the pain, and now he's a little nervous." Hagrid whispered.

Surrounded by students.

They craned their heads curiously and looked into Hagrid's arms.

"Divide the hospital first, and when it's over, send him back to the infirmary quickly!" Professor McGonagall glanced at Anthony with some pity.

What a poor child.

It was his first day in the wizarding world!

With that, the professor quickly turned around and put the sorting hat on his chair on Anthony's head in Hagrid's arms.

"Gryffindor!"

The moment the hat was placed on his head, the voice of the Sorting Hat rang out.

And Professor McGonagall on the side suddenly looked a little unnatural after hearing the words 'Gryffindor'...

Although they have not yet investigated the cause of the fight on the train, this kid is only in the first grade and can participate in it, and he is also a Weasley-like twins.

Such a naughty boy was assigned to his own academy.

It's no wonder that Professor McGonagall's expression is a little unnatural.

"Professor McGonagall, I'll go first!" Hagrid hadn't thought much of it, and he was glad that the little one had been sorted into Gryffindor.

"Go ahead!" The professor waved his hand and watched Hagrid immediately into the auditorium.

Then her eyes fell on the list in her hand again.

Next...

"Hermione Granger!"

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