It was expected that the rain would stop when it arrived at Hogwarts, but by the time the train stopped, it became heavier.

The little wizards stood at the door of the car, hesitantly watching the heavy rain outside, and the rumbling thunder came from the air, and no one wanted to plunge into the cold rain.

At Hagrid's urging, they shrunk their heads like quails and slipped into the carriage in embarrassment.

Then he leaned at the door of the carriage and looked sympathetically at the first-grade wizard who had been doused by the heavy rain.

"Oh, I can't imagine crossing the lake in such weather."

Hermione was shivering, her hair sticking to her face, and water dripping down the ends of her hair.

Not only him, but also several people in the car, and by the time they had finally taken care of everything with their magic, the carriage had already entered the gates of Hogwarts.

Everyone began to look forward to the warm auditorium and the hot pumpkin juice, and the big things that had been passionately guessed before had long since been thrown aside.

The auditorium is still as splendid and magnificent, and it has been specially decorated for the banquet of the new school.

Hundreds of candles float above the table, illuminating golden plates and goblets.

The four long college tables were already filled with twittering students.

At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table, where faculty members sit one by one, facing their students.

There were a lot of seats available for faculty at the moment, and Hagrid was still outside with the first-year freshmen across the Black Lake, and Professor McGonagall was in the foyer preparing to take them to the branch.

Zhang Xiao stared at the empty seats, one of them was taught by the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but he didn't know who it was this year.

Could it still be Barty Crouch Jr.'s mad-eye Moody?

There is a possibility, but Zhang Xiao thinks it is unlikely, Barty Jr. pretended to be Moody in order to get close to Harry, and did his tricks and feet to send Harry Potter to Voldemort under heavy protection.

Let Voldemort complete the resurrection, but now Voldemort has been resurrected, and made such a huge move last semester.

So there was no reason for Voldemort to risk his most loyal men into Hogwarts.

The original book has become less and less useful to him, Zhang Xiao sighed, fortunately, the Horcruxes have been mastered, and only Harry's body and Nagini remain.

The auditorium began to buzz with conversation, and the young wizards finally recovered from their frozen state and began chatting with their classmates they hadn't seen in a long time.

Of course, most of the conversation was at the recently concluded Quidditch World Cup.

Malfoy spread his hands outstretched, telling in his usual tone what he had seen in the minister's box, drawing the envy of the other Slytherin students.

It's just that Malfoy's gaze scanned the long table, and his face immediately turned gloomy.

"Zhang—" he leaned over and whispered.

"Huh? What's wrong, Draco? Zhang Xiaozheng heard the highlights, not to mention anything else, Xiaoma's ability to tell stories is still there.

"I just took a look, and the number of people wearing the badge of the Qingluan Society is a little less."

As the executive vice president of the Qingluan Society, he actually presides over the main work, and the clerk, Malfoy is dedicated to this club that carries his dreams.

Zhang Xiao glanced at it, and indeed, as Malfoy said, the members of the Qingluan Society, who accounted for seventy percent at the peak, had decreased by a large percentage when Azkaban escaped from prison in the third grade, and remained at about fifty percent.

But at this moment, a cursory glance shows that it is only about three percent.

As for why it is so. The answer is obvious, Voldemort is back again, and he has made a big move, and no one is afraid of the dead villain.

The villain who always can't die is different, and when the Dark Mark appears in the sky again, how can those who once once submitted to him not be terrified?

To be honest, Zhang Xiao was surprised that he could maintain three achievements, and he thought it would be good to have about two percent.

"How can they do that?" Malfoy lowered his voice and said angrily, his eyes narrowed with a chill.

Uh, Zhang Xiao was a little speechless, in fact, their choice was similar to your family before, riding the wall to see the direction of the wind.

They took off the badge of the Qingluan Society, but they were also outside of the extreme purebloods, forming the largest and erratic group of wallheads.

The whole of Slytherin has magically become 334, and there are less than 100 students in the house.

It can only be said that the temple is a small demon, just such a small person, and it is the same as the Three Kingdoms, if I am the Minister of Magic, the first thing I need to consider is how to encourage childbirth.

Pull the population up first, and no one says anything for nothing.

"Draco, don't worry, the seeds have been planted, at least now the blatant bullying of newcomers and non-pure-bloods is gone, isn't it?"

Zhang Xiao comforted Malfoy, and now Slytherin's ills were not in the academy, but in Voldemort's body.

Just as Dumbledore was a banner of righteousness, Voldemort was the last hope for those who were extremely pure-blooded.

Why did they support Voldemort, wasn't it because the general trend of pure-blood decline made them desperate?

Malfoy nodded, pulled out the small notebook with the black cover, and began to write and draw.

"What are you doing?"

"Write it down! Although I can't do anything now, I've decided to write them down in my notebook, a two-faced family can never be trusted! ”

ZHANG Xiao:.

At that moment, the door to the auditorium opened, and everyone fell silent.

Professor McGonagall led the long line of first-year students to the top of the auditorium.

If the little wizards were just drenched and drenched in soup before, then these first-year freshmen didn't seem to be taking a ferry.

Rather, it swam from the lake.

They stood in a row along the staff's desks, stopped, and faced everyone, shivering from the cold and nervousness—except for the youngest boy.

He wore a moleskin coat, which was so large that it was like a tent on the little boy's head.

As soon as he entered, the boy shouted to the happy voices of Gryffindor:

"I fell into the lake - a tentacle helped me up."

The auditorium was silent for a moment, and then a loud laugh erupted, and another boy who looked very much like him stood up excitedly:

"That's so cool! Dennis—" He held up his camera, and the flash went off.

Professor McGonagall straightened her face immediately, her head slightly bowed, and she stared at Colin Creevey with her own oppressive gaze.

"If you don't want to be deducted points before the school starts, I recommend putting your camera away and sitting honestly in your seat.

What do you say, Mr. Creevey. ”

The two Creeves shrunk their necks at the same time and obediently returned to their positions.

Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and placed a tattered, dirty, patched wizard's hat on top of the stool.

The first-year students stared at it in amazement. Others looked at it too. For a moment, there was silence in the auditorium.

Zhang Xiao also sat up straight, intending to listen carefully to the song of the Sorting Hat, he had always suspected that the old hat knew something, and every time he sang a song, there was a certain metaphor.

Under the gaze of all the teachers and students of the school, a crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and a hoarse song began to sing:

That was more than a thousand years ago.

I've just been woven into shape,

There are four famous wizards,

Their names have survived to this day:

Brave Gryffindor, from a barren swamp,

Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the tranquil riverside,

Merciful Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

Shrewd Slytherin, from that quagmire.

They share a dream, a wish,

At the same time, there is a bold plan,

To nurture young wizards into talents,

Hogwarts School was founded in this way.

These four great wizards

Everybody builds his own college,

They are in the students they teach

There are different ideas about the talent valued.

Gryffindor believes that the bravest of the people

deserves the highest reward;

Ravenclaw felt that the minds were the smartest

Always the most promising;

Hufflepuff felt that the most diligent and hard-working

to be the most qualified to enter the college;

And power-hungry Slytherins

I like ambitious teenagers the most.

A thousand years have passed, and the shadows are spreading.

Wizards of the Four Academies,

Hurry up and unite,

Gryffindor stands in front of all,

Ravenclaw's true wisdom emerges,

Hufflepuff will always be with you,

Slytherin's talent is indelible.

The four great wizards in their living years

Okay, put me on the head,

I've never looked at it,

I want to look at your mind,

Determine which house you belong to!

After the Sorting Hat was finished, there was a round of applause in the auditorium, and likewise there was a discussion at the table

"What does the Sorting Hat's song mean this time?"

"Like to unite us?"

"Solidarity? Why? ”

"I don't know, you can ask for the hat."

Zhang Xiao thought a little deeper, he became more and more sure that this hat should know something, but it didn't say anything.

As a creature of wisdom, the Sorting Hat is unique, what kind of thing can maintain its wisdom for more than a thousand years?

Monster! Put Huaxia, the height is also a hat into a fine.

There was no surprise in this time, it was just a matter of time for the sorting to be completed, and the young wizard who had just been assigned to Slytherin sat down in his seat with a dazed and new look.

Actually, most of the time the internal atmosphere of Slytherin is okay, as long as you are not the target of those extreme purebloods and are not near them.

"It's time." Malfoy tried to grab the knife and fork, but saw that Crabbe and Goyle on the other side had already put the knife and fork in their mouths, swallowing desperately, staring at the gilded plate in front of them.

He immediately withdrew his hand.

"I'm not going to be like those two stupid pigs, and I don't know what benefits the Dark Lord has given them, and I'm determined to follow him."

Malfoy tapped the cup with the knuckle of his index finger, making a clink, and then taunted:

"Maybe it's because they are pitiful and give them a big bag of feed?"

Zhang Xiao smacked her lips, the pony was still the same pony, and it was still so sharp when it was time to have a bad mouth, but the object was no longer 'Scarhead Potter'.

Just then, Dumbledore stood up. He looked at all his classmates with a smile and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

"I only have two words to say to you." Dumbledore's deep voice echoed through the Great Hall, "Eat! ”

The plate in front of him was immediately filled with food, and I have to say that after Zhang Xiao's education, the elves' cooking skills have grown more and more.

With a great understanding of seasonings and cooking techniques, they have succeeded in making creative foods such as wolf tooth potatoes and whirlwind potatoes, even if it is a food that is deeply hated.

The rain still pounded heavily on the high, dark windows, but the atmosphere in the auditorium grew hotter and hotter, and the hungry young wizards enjoyed their feast.

Another thunderclap rang out, making the glass windows rattle, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the gloomy ceiling, illuminating the golden plate, the first remaining dish of food on the plate vanished, and in the blink of an eye it was filled with desserts.

Malfoy took a piece of syrup pie, took a small bite, and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, Zhang Xiao likes fruit pies, the elf uses a lot of ingredients, and the fruit flavor is strong.

At last, when the dessert was swept away, the last remaining crumbs of the plate were gone, and the plate was clean and shiny again, Albus Dumbledore stood up again.

The humming of the hall suddenly stopped, and only the beating of the wind and heavy rain could be heard.

The young wizards looked at the headmaster expectantly, wanting to hear what interesting welcome the headmaster would say this year.

And the little wizards who vaguely got a little bit of news clenched their fists excitedly, wanting to hear what would happen.

"That's it!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we've all eaten and drunk, I must ask for everyone's attention again, and I have a few announcements to make. ”

"Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year, there are a few more items that are forbidden in the castle, which are screaming balls, toothed saucers, and combo darts. The whole list of about four hundred and thirty-seven items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those interested can check it out. ”

Dumbledore paused, obviously puzzled by the growing list, but he respected Filch's position.

He continued: "As before, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the field is not accessible to students, and Hogsmeade Village is not allowed to be visited by students below the third grade. ”

"I'd also like to regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

What? Quidditch is gone?

Malfoy's eyes were round, and he didn't notice the syrup of the pie in his hand dripping onto his clothes.

There was a loud cry from Gryffindor, and when he heard it, he knew that it was Ron, Harry, and the Weasley twins.

Just then, there was a deafening thunderclap, and the door to the auditorium slammed open.

Zhang Xiao suddenly turned his head to look at the door, his eyes becoming focused and sharp.

Mad-Eye - Moody!

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