A few minutes later, more and more ghosts began to appear in the small room, tall, short, fat, thin, and all kinds of things, which really surprised the freshmen.

At first, the little wizards were scared enough, but soon they realized that these ghosts were not scary, but very friendly and greeted everyone warmly.

Even in order to relieve their nervousness, a ghost even deliberately performed a ghost-only little talent to them, such as holding his head in his hands.

"Cool ......"

Looking at the head that flew up and down, someone couldn't help but sigh.

"Thanks for the compliment, but I've got something cooler."

The ghost also seemed to be interested, and threw his head out directly after speaking, and then a gorgeous front flip spun in the air for three and a half weeks, and finally landed on the ground and reached out and caught his head steadily.

The movements are smooth, the postures are elegant, and every landing point is exactly right.

Not surprisingly, this set of actions won everyone's applause, even Kyle.

This kind of talent is not often seen.

Wonderful, indeed wonderful.

"Thank you, thank you." The ghost walked around the field, bowed slightly to everyone, and said very proudly: "Oh, did I forget to mention, I just joined the Headless Hunter Club with this set of moves." Of course, I'm not showing off anything, I mean you're all very discerning. ”

After that, the field was completely hot.

The little wizards all gathered around, and coaxed him to come again.

The ghost was not stingy, although he did not perform the same difficult moves as before, but the continuous little tricks also made everyone laugh.

"Huh."

But at this moment, a gloomy sneer suddenly came from the side: "What is there to be proud of." ”

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look over, only to realize that the person who spoke was also a ghost.

"I'm sorry, Sir Nicholas Boltington." The headless ghost also recognized the colleague wearing a wheel-like wrinkled collar, and quickly said, "I just want to amuse the children, and I don't mean anything else." ”

"It's better to be like this."

"Absolutely, and I sincerely hope that Jazz will join the Headless Hunters Club this year."

Nick, who was almost headless, gave the other a blank look and walked away through the wall.

Being interrupted by him like this, the headless ghost didn't continue to perform, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay guys, you should also start the branch, take advantage of the time to prepare well, see you later." ”

After saying that, he also went through the wall to the auditorium.

Although everyone felt pity, they had no choice but to watch the headless ghost leave.

However, the atmosphere in the room did not drop much.

After watching the ghost show, everyone was very happy and looked forward to the next branch.

……… Except for Connor.

She was the only one in the room who didn't pay attention to the ghost performance.

When Professor McGonagall returned, the little girl was cowering in a corner, her whole body almost gray, and her whole body was still exuding an aura called despair.

Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't notice this.

"I'll be away for a while, and you'll be like this!"

She pursed her lips and looked at the group of freshmen below with a serious face and said, "You can hear your laughter in the whole auditorium, is it that funny, or do you think the Sorting House is a funny thing?" ”

Professor McGonagall's voice was not loud, but everyone was silent, and they all lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe.

It went on for just over a minute before Professor McGonagall continued, "Remember, the Sorting House is a serious matter, please be quiet.

Now, line up and follow me. ”

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone moved, and in less than a minute they were lined up, and then followed closely behind Professor McGonagall.

Connor was among them, pulled by Kyle, moving like a walking corpse.

……

They walked out of the room, through the foyer, through a double door, and finally into the sumptuous auditorium.

Compared to the hall, the auditorium is even more magnificent.

The whole auditorium was jaw-droppingly large, and even with four long tables full of students, it didn't feel crowded at all.

Extravagant gold plates and goblets are placed on the table, and thousands of candles fluttering in the air illuminate the place.

Further up, the velvety black ceiling is dotted with stars, and the clouds are tumbling, and those who watch are dumbfounded.

Someone whispered to his companion, "There is magic here, and it looks like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, a piece of school history." ”

Kyle follows the prestige and loses interest when he realizes that it is a boy who is talking.

Unfortunately, if he had enrolled a year later, he should have become good friends with Hermione.

The crowd didn't stop until they reached the front of the auditorium.

Further up is the teacher's seat.

Dumbledore, dressed in a purple robe, sat in the middle, his silver-white hair and beard neatly groomed. At this time, he was wearing that signature pair of half-moon shaped glasses, looking gently at each new student.

And sitting next to him was the Fourth Dean.

The shiny head of Slytherin, Severus Snape.

The small Dean of Ravenclaw, Filius Flitwick.

The kind-looking Hufflepuff dean, Pomona Sprout.

As for Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, her place is temporarily vacant because she is presiding over the branch.

Including them, there were about twenty professors who came to the opening banquet today, but Kyle only recognized less than ten people, and the rest were not impressed at all.

But this is also normal, Hogwarts is so big, if there are only a few professors in his memory, no matter how he thinks, it will not be enough.

What's more, half of the professors he knows are still thrown away every year, so even less if he loses it.

……

Kyle withdrew his gaze.

At this time, Professor McGonagall also happened to hold a quadrangular stool in front of the freshman, and then placed a patched, brown peaked wizard hat on the stool.

Well, let's be brown.

Because the hat was so dirty, Professor McGonagall's movements were already light, but the moment it fell, it still shook up a lot of dust.

Moreover, in the candlelight, there was a glint of light on the hat, which was obviously starched, and it was basically impossible to see its original color in this case.

Kyle promises that if the hat hadn't been the Sorting Hat and had reappeared in his house, he and Chris would have died.

Or, they were both beaten to death by Diana together.