In front of the huge oak door, Professor McGonagall, dressed in emerald green robes, observes the nervous young wizard.

"Thank you, Hagrid, just bring it here, and leave it to me." Professor McGonagall said to a relieved Hagrid.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall glared from the tip of the line to the back of the line, "the opening party is about to begin, but you need to take an important test before you can take your seats in the dining room.

It will determine which house you are assigned to, and during your time at school, the house will be your home, and your classmates will be your relatives at Hogwarts, taking classes together, living in dormitories together, and spending free time together in the common room.

The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. ”

Before the words fell, the young wizards from the wizarding family suddenly turned heads, and as they exchanged information with each other, some of the children who were not so nervous instantly turned pale.

After all, anyone who hears that they have to fight an ugly troll, or steal its eggs from under a vicious dragon to get into school, will feel like it's not something they can do.

Many young wizards have even imagined themselves coming home dejected, telling their families that they were eliminated from Hogwarts, and then thinking of their parents' disappointed eyes, the scene immediately became tearful.

"Silence!" Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, but didn't tell them that family and friends were just playing a good-natured joke on them, and that the prank could even be traced back to their ancestors.

"Each of the four academies has its own glorious history and has educated countless outstanding wizards. During your time at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn you extra points for your house, and points will be deducted for violations.

At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will receive the House Cup, which is a high honor, and I hope that you will be able to bring glory to your house no matter which house you are assigned to. ”

Many young wizards bit their lipes and secretly cheered themselves up, at least to be brave, so that their parents might not be so disappointed.

While the other wizards were apprehensive, Professor McGonagall finally found her target in the shadow of the corner of the young wizard on the right.

Gretel didn't notice Professor McGonagall's eyes, or rather his attention was entirely focused on the torches stuck in the surrounding walls.

As he climbed up after Hagrid, he noticed the torches, which he was sure must have been the work of magic, and he didn't feel the slightest warmth from the rising flames as he passed.

It's just that whether it is an alchemy product or a torch conjured simply by Transfiguration, at least the most basic laws of physics should be followed, which he has verified in his study in the past month.

Feathers can float on the surface of the water, but when they transform into a stone, they sink to the bottom.

The knife turned into cotton can also be used as a knife, which is a complete transformation from the whole to the microcosm, but this torch is magical.

Whether it is a flame fluttering in the wind or a spark bursting, it is exactly the same as the torch of the objective law, but only light has no heat, and the wizard's talent does not indicate that he is dangerous.

So there is a high probability that it is not radiation, this phenomenon really fascinates him.

He didn't know that at this time, Professor McGonagall did not observe the savior of fate, the great Mr. Harry Potter, or for Harry Potter, Professor McGonagall just swept away, and focused more on him.

Harry Potter felt Professor McGonagall's gaze, or rather, since he came into contact with the wizarding world, all those who saw him for the first time would cast their eyes on his forehead, the location of the lightning scar.

He was used to that kind of gaze.

What made him unaccustomed was that the witch in front of him, who seemed serious and made him feel uncomfortable, just swept him away, and didn't even stay for a second.

This long-lost sense of difference made him follow Professor McGonagall's gaze.

Oh, it turned out to be today's cool brother, this kind of person who is a genius at first glance, of course he will get more favor.

Harry lowered his head and wondered how he could outfight the giants, Ron was the first friend he knew, both in the Muggle world and in the wizarding world.

So he believed Ron's words, and Ron's brother told Ron that the sorting ceremony was to fight a giant alone, and that only successful people could enter Hogwarts.

But what to do, he couldn't do a single magic, and even he couldn't run fast, and Harry couldn't help but worry if he would die at the feet of the giant.

The little wizards here were terrified, and out of the wall came the mascots of Hogwarts, the ghosts of the various houses.

They have no quarrel with the world, except Peeves, the little ghost who panicked at the front of the ghost team, and always brought the greatest emotional turmoil to the ghosts of their group.

The appearance of the ghost was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing a scream everywhere it went.

Peeves is one of the few ways he can be happy as he runs away and laughs on the young wizard's head, and if he chooses, Peeves wants every day to be the first day of school at Hogwarts.

The ghosts chased and intercepted the young wizards, weaving through the ranks of the young wizards until they saw Professor McGonagall, and Peeves let out an exclamation and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

The rest of the ghosts quieted down and talked to the little wizards around them in a friendly manner, and the chubby little friar-looking ghosts even recommended their own academy to the little wizards.

"Little wizard, I hope you get a Hufflepuff."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, "Now, follow me in a single row." ”

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Even if they have exhausted their imagination, the little wizards, including Gretel, could not have imagined that there is such a fantastical and magnificent place in the world.

The ceiling of the auditorium is magical, and you can see the twinkling stars set in the black velvety night sky, and beyond, thousands of candles float in the air, illuminating the entire dining room like a white ground, and the candlelight flickering, and the light and shadow are enchanting.

Glittering gold plates, knives, forks, and goblets, as well as students from other grades of the four major academies seated neatly at four long tables, welcomed the arrival of the young wizards.

The young wizards, led by Professor McGonagall, walked all the way to the teacher's table, which was placed horizontally at the top of the cafeteria.

As Greet passed the teacher's table, he saw Dumbledore wink at him, and he knew it was Dumbledore showing off Hogwarts to his little Muggle-born wizard.

On a four-legged stool sat a patched peaked wizard's hat, which looked old and dirty, presumably not cleaned since the day it was made.

In the expectant gaze of the young wizards, the Sorting Hat twisted and opened what looked like a gaping hole more than a mouth, and tore open his throat.

How do you describe the singing?

Perhaps he should apply for a job in the choir of St. Mary's Welfare Institute, where the children, young and old, should have a lot in common with him.

It wasn't until the applause of the four colleges became thin that the Sorting Hat bowed one by one, and then calmed down, like a normal hat.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and unfolded a parchment roll, "Now, whoever I call is called, come up, put on your hat, and sit on a stool to wait for the Sorting House." ”

"Hannah Abbott." The little girl with her long golden pigtails squeezed out of the crowd, and the little girl was ruddy and looked extremely excited.

Almost as soon as he sat down, the hat couldn't wait to shout, "Hufflepuff." ”