Sorting Ceremony

The door opened immediately, and a tall black-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of the door. She looked serious. It seemed that Hogwarts' tutor was pretty good. Looking at the female professor, Augustus nodded secretly.

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me to pick you up when you get here."

Following behind Professor McGonagall, the stone wall was surrounded by flaming torches. The ceiling is so high that you can barely see the top. On the front is a luxurious marble staircase leading upstairs.

Walking along the stone-paved floor, Augustus had already heard the humming of hundreds of people from the door on the right, and students from other classes in the school must have arrived.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said. "The opening feast is about to begin, but before you go to the dining room, you should first make sure you all decide which house you are going to. The classification is one This is a very important ceremony because the House is like your home at Hogwarts while you are here. You will have classes with the rest of the House, you will live in the House dorms together, and you will be in the House common room together. spend spare time.

"The names of the four Houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its glorious history, and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. During your time at Gwarts, your excellent performance will earn your college points, and any infractions will cost your college points. At the end of the year, the college with the highest score will receive the College Cup, which is very high. The honor. I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you can win glory for the college."

For these four academies, Augustus knew it very early. His mother was from Ravenclaw and his father was from Slytherin, but for him, no matter which academy he entered, he believed that his parents would not be too confusing.

"Then, get yourselves in order, the sorting ceremony is about to start, and I'll be here to pick you up." Her eyes were on Neville's cloak (which was tied under his left ear) and Ron's nose. The piece of dirt moved around a bit, then turned and left the room.

Harry took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his mind. He turned to look at Ron, who was also nervous, Hermione, who seemed to be preparing a spell, and Augustus, who was still standing there calmly. All. Suddenly less nervous.

"How can they put us in exactly which house, you say?" Ron said, turning to Harry and Augustus, "Fred told me it was some sort of damn test, and it was We hurt a lot, I think he must be joking." Ron's tone trembled slightly.

Having been admiring the murals all over the castle, Augustus waved his hands helplessly with the floating ladder and said: "Ron, it seems that your brothers like to lie to you, the school can't set up settings that can cause harm to new students. Test, this is the minimum rule."

"Yeah, I don't think it's possible. If you've seen a piece of Hogwarts' school history, you'll know that there's never been a record of a freshman returning home injured before entering school." Hermione also came over and said.

After hearing Augustus and Hermione's statements, Harry's heart was swayed by what Ron said, and he put it down again. "Then they'll let us perform~?" Before Harry could finish speaking, the door was opened again, and Professor McGonagall returned.

"Now, in a single line," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students, "follow me."

Harry felt like lead was poured into his legs, but oddly he was still in the queue, behind Augustus, and behind him was Ron. They walked out of the room, through the foyer, and a double door behind them into the luxurious dining room.

The other classes in the academy were already sitting around four long tables, above which thousands of candles floating in the air illuminated the dining room. On four tables were gleaming gold plates and goblets. There is another long table on the upper table of the dining room, which is the seat of the teachers. Professor McGonagall took the first-year students there and made them line up facing the entire upper class. The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces stared at them like pale lanterns. Ghosts also shone dimly silver light among the students.

The Augustus who walked in quickly attracted the attention of everyone. His calm, calm and elegant temperament was too conspicuous among a group of trembling freshmen. The dazzling golden hair and handsome face also stood out in the crowd.

Many academy students were sitting behind the dining table facing Augustus, pointing and whispering, while the girls looked at Augustus from time to time and let out a few pleasant snickers.

At this time, in the eyes of Augustus, there was only one person, the white-haired principal sitting in the middle of the teacher's chair, Albus Dumbledore. In his eyes, this white-haired old man is like a huge fireball,