Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 11 He is the savior? !

Inside the carriage, the four of them talked a lot about the branch.

As the sky gradually darkened, mountains and forests appeared under the deep purple sky.

The train seemed to slow down.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train and we will take you to school." This voice echoed on the train.

"Oh, we should change into robes!"

After changing into his robes, Harry, his stomach churning with nervousness, stuffed the remaining candy into his pocket and followed the flow of people down the aisle.

Damon got out of the car. The cold night air cheered him up and an excited smile appeared on his face, which made the little witches around who were secretly paying attention to him tremble in their hearts.

A lamp flickered above the students' heads, and a muffled voice shouted:
"First years! First years come over here! Harry, come over here, how are you?"

"Oh, Hagrid!" Harry looked at the bearded giant's face and happily led his friends forward, not noticing that Damon beside him had his eyes wide open.

"Come on, follow me. Are there any first-year students out there? Watch where you step. Okay! First-year students, follow me!"

"Turn this corner and you'll be seeing Hogwarts for the first time," Hagrid called over his shoulder, followed by a resounding "Ouch!"

At the end of the narrow path, a black lake suddenly opened up. On the other side of the lake, on the high hillside, stood a towering castle with towers and windows flickering under the starry sky.

"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid shouted, pointing to a fleet of small boats moored to the shore.

Damon stepped onto the boat with great interest, watching the ripples on the surface of the Black Lake, and the other three followed closely.

Cross the Black Lake, approach the cliffs, pass through the ivy curtain covering the cliff face, follow the tunnel to the underground dock, and finally climb out of a ground of gravel and pebbles.

Hagrid raised a huge fist and knocked on the castle door three times.

The door opened immediately, and a tall, black-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of the door. She had a serious expression, but her expression slowed down slightly when she saw Damon in the crowd.

"I'm Professor McGonagall, and I welcome you to Hogwarts."

"Now, form a single file and follow me."

Damon stood in the queue and walked through a double door into the luxurious restaurant. He ignored the four tables of seniors who had already taken their seats and leisurely admired the thousands of candles floating in the air and the velvet black ceiling - stars were twinkling above it.

While Damon was admiring these strange sights, most people in the audience also turned their eyes to him, including Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting on a large golden chair in the center of the main guest seat.

The much-anticipated sorting ceremony has begun.

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Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and on the stool she placed a pointed wizard's hat - the hat was patched, worn, and extremely dirty.

"Is this the Sorting Hat?"

Damon looked at the dirty Sorting Hat, wondering if he should give it a good cleaning someday. The hat seemed to sense his thoughts, twisted, and began to sing.

You may think I'm not pretty,
But never judge a book by its appearance,
If you can find a prettier hat than mine,
I can eat myself.

Come wear me!
Don't be afraid!
Don't panic!

In my hands (even though I don't have any hands)
You're absolutely safe because I'm a thinking magic hat!
After the Magic Hat finished singing, Damon was the first to applaud and even shouted "good", which made Harry look strange on the side - why did Damon, who had been very calm in the carriage, give him the feeling of being drunk at this moment, with his emotions so high that it was frightening?
At this time, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand:

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting."

"Hannah Abbott!"

A rosy-cheeked little girl with two golden braids stumbled out of the line and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.

She sat down.

"Hufflepuff!" the hat called out after a pause, and the people at the table to the right applauded and cheered Hannah, welcoming her to their table.

"Susan Burns!" "Hufflepuff!" the Hat called again.

The Sorting Hat's decisions were sometimes quick and sometimes slow, and soon it was Damon's acquaintance's turn.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione almost ran to the stool and hurriedly put the hat on her head.

"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.

Then—"Harry Potter!"

As Harry walked forward, there was a sudden humming of voices in the restaurant, like the hissing of a small fire.

"Potter, is it calling Potter?" "Is that Harry Potter?"

There was a commotion among the crowd. I don't know what they were talking about, but some male students started cheering loudly with excitement.

"He's actually Harry Potter!"

"As expected of a savior, no wonder he can defeat a fourth-grade student!"

The girls screamed so loudly that even the teachers in the guest seats looked at them.

Snape, who was wearing a black robe and had long hair that looked as if it hadn't been washed in ten thousand years, sneered:

"Harry Potter, the savior? What a sensation, isn't it?"

Dumbledore raised his head, looked at the red-faced boy, and said in surprise:
"I didn't expect him to cause such a stir."

But when Harry walked to the square stool, the two were dumbfounded again - the commotion in the audience disappeared instantly after they saw Harry's face clearly. The atmosphere changed from warm to cold so quickly that it was simply jaw-dropping.

But after a while, the chattering sound of discussion was heard again from underground - after all, it was Harry Potter, the living savior!

Harry put the Sorting Hat on his head with a flushed face and twisted it down hard, wishing he could bury his entire face with the hat - he knew what those people were talking about!
It's so horrible that they mistook him for Damon!

In the end, under Harry's strong will, he went to Gryffindor.

Although everyone's spirits were a little down because of the previous blunder, they still gave Harry loud cheers and applause, but - amidst these cheers, there seemed to be some hesitation?
But Harry was so nervous at the moment that he didn't notice this.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned his gaze to where he had stood before - Damon had not been sorted yet, so where would he go?
There were only four students left who had not been assigned. The group of freshmen and old students finally saw the person they were looking for clearly in the waiting line.

What will his name be?!

"Liza Dupin" "Ravenclaw!"

There are three people left.

The students looked eagerly, their eyes fixed on the most handsome boy among them!

"Ron Weasley!" "Gryffindor!"

The red-haired Ron thought those eyes were looking at him, and his steps as he walked onto the stage were a little shaky, secretly hoping that no one saw him.

After he finished sorting and returned to his seat, cheers like a landslide and tsunami suddenly erupted behind him!
"Damon White!"

As the name sounded, the figure that attracted all the students' attention began to step forward. A little witch finally couldn't contain her excitement, and with her scream, the entire auditorium turned into a noisy gale.

Wow!
As the figure stepped forward, the entire auditorium erupted in the loudest cheers ever, like a wave that lasted for a long time.

(End of this chapter)