The Weight of Expectations

"First-year students, come with me."

Professor McGonagall nodded at Elena, her mouth pressed as if it were not as tight as before, and turned to the side to open the door wide, indicating to the first-year students to follow her.

The specifications of the Hogwarts Castle building are larger than the vast majority in Europe, much like the Gu Ling Pavilion. Obviously, the considerations for some large-scale visitors from the magical world have been taken into account.

They all crossed the oak door and entered the entrance hall. Torches burned around the stone walls, and the ceiling was so high that the top was barely visible. At the front was a luxurious marble staircase leading directly to the upper floor.

Over the stone floor, Professor McGonagall led the first-year students to a small empty room at the other end of the hallway, turned around, crossed her hands in front of her dark green robe, straightened her waist, tensed her gaze, the first-year students looked away and cleared their throats.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" said Professor McGonagall, "but before the school banquet, there are some important things that need to be explained to the ladies and gentlemen..."

After hearing the familiar school introduction from Professor McGonagall and the introductions of the different houses, Elena silently rolled her eyes and pursed her lips incredulously.

Not to mention all the verbose words in the previous paragraph, she didn't know how many times she had read it, but from now on and for the next seven years, saying this paragraph is infinitely equivalent to saying nonsense.

Not that there's anything wrong with this passage, mainly since Harry Potter entered the school, Gryffindor House began to cheat shamelessly.

Before the sixth year, Dumbledore could put the House Cup in the arms of Gryffindor House through a seemingly reasonable operation at the end of the semester, no matter how much the house's total score was deducted each year.

Of course, in Elena's opinion, this is not really a bad thing. After all, no matter what she does, it will not affect the final allocation of the Academy Cup, and naturally there will be no psychological pressure or guilt.

Just as Elena was so bored that she started to bother the little Hermione around her, like secretly scratching her palm with her fingers or playing with Hermione's hair, Professor McGonagall finally reached the end.

"Some older students have not yet arrived at the castle, and it will take about half an hour to start the sorting ceremony."

Considering that before this, first-year students rarely waited so long, Professor McGonagall thought and took out her wand and waved it. To the complaints of the first-year students, the hard slate floor suddenly changed to a large soft wool carpet.

"Before that, you can sit down and rest for a while."

Professor McGonagall looked at the young wizards and continued, "Wait as quietly as possible while waiting."

She finished and left the room.

Watching Professor McGonagall walk away, the heavy wooden door slammed shut, and the young wizards felt relieved, sitting upright on the soft wool carpet without any pattern, and began to speak quietly.

I don't know if it was intentional. Although Professor McGonagall said a lot, she did not mention how to bypass the most important branch ceremony.

"Oh, I heard Fred talking about the ceremony, it could harm us a lot. But I think he's mostly joking."

Ron, who had five older siblings attending Hogwarts, quickly became the center of attention for the group. Many young wizards were around him, hoping to get some news about the branch ceremony from his mouth.

"Not necessarily, my cousin said that the branch ceremony is a public demonstration of magic to show that the school did not send the wrong invitation to enter. I don't know if it will be successful [flashing lights]."

Neville said grimly, his round face full of tension.

Tsk—

Draco Malfoy, with his arms crossed, heard a word from them and couldn't help but laugh, lightly raising his pale blond eyebrows, proudly waving his fingers, and slowly refuted.

"How is it possible that my father is one of the members of the Hogwarts council? He told me that it is only necessary to recite the list of the surnames of the twenty-eight pure-blood families to pass the evaluation smoothly."

"None of you have thought, why would they give us a month's time to contact teaching materials in advance?"

Hermione Granger anxiously interrupted Malfoy, pulling her long wavy hair and said slightly frenetic.

"It must be possible to take the entrance exam, oh my God, I didn't expect to bring a textbook off the train."

As the young wizards shared the branch ceremonies of their siblings and even their parents, the restless atmosphere spread quickly to the naked eye.

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