Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

There are many creatures in the Black Lake, and some of them will surface and look at them with curious eyes.

Unbeknownst to them, the small boat passed through a curtain of ivy and gently landed on the lake shore.

Hagrid led the way, carrying a lantern, guiding the children through a dark tunnel to a place that resembled a shipyard.

From here, we can finally see the traces of human excavation.

Following the cobblestone path upwards, then climbing a long flight of stone steps, and entering the spacious courtyard, you finally arrive at the gates of Hogwarts Castle.

During the short break, although the children were panting, they didn't stop and started chatting and laughing again.

Boom boom boom!

Hagrid raised his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and slammed it heavily against the oak door.

The door slowly opened, and Professor McGonagall stood before it. Her tall figure and serious expression instantly silenced the children's laughter.

Hagrid walked to the door. "Professor McGonagall, I've brought the first-year students!"

“Thank you, Hagrid.” Professor McGonagall nodded gently, glancing at the group of children. “Come with me, the opening banquet is about to begin.”

The hall inside the gate is very spacious, with a luxurious marble staircase in the center.

The group ascended the marble staircase, turned onto a side corridor, and entered a small house with a fireplace.

The fire in the fireplace burned brightly, dispelling the chill from the children.

There was another door at the far end of the hut, and noisy sounds came through the crack in the door.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall stood before the door. "Before entering the Great Hall, you will need to undergo a ceremony—the Sorting Ceremony."

"The house is like your home at Hogwarts. You will study and live with your classmates, and spend your free time in the same common room."

"Therefore, this ceremony is extremely important, as it determines your house affiliation. After the ceremony, you will become a member of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin."

“Each academy has a glorious past, producing countless outstanding wizards. Your performance in your daily life and studies will determine the selection of the year-end Academy Cup.”

"This is the highest honor one can receive at school. No matter which college you are assigned to, I hope you can bring glory to the school..."

She suddenly straightened her back, exuding an aura of authority without anger, and said, "Please wait here for a moment. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes."

"The entire faculty and student body will be attending your college selection ceremony. We hope you can take these few minutes to adjust yourselves and present your best selves!"

She turned and opened the door, then turned back to add, "I'll come pick you up once the stage over there is ready. Please keep quiet and get yourself together!"

Undoubtedly, Professor McGonagall's series of remarks, coupled with her serious expression, plunged the children into an indescribable tension.

They looked at each other, but all they could see was tension; the cheerful atmosphere was gone.

“We might have to fight giants! Or even dragons!” Ron said with unusual certainty. “I didn’t believe Fred and the others before, but now it seems… they were telling the truth!”

“Vizette, aren’t you nervous?” Harry breathed on his glasses and awkwardly wiped them. “The Sorting Ceremony is about to take place.”

"Don't be nervous." Vizet shook her head gently. "Just keep a calm mind; it's a good way to adjust."

Perhaps it was the help of the Guardian Meditation Method, but he sensed a hint of barely suppressed laughter in Professor McGonagall's serious tone.

In addition, Qiu Zhang's previous words made him feel no worries about the upcoming division ceremony.

Wizette's calm remarks seemed to have a magical power, making those who heard him less nervous.

During the brief rest, Vizet walked around the room, taking in everything.

A sudden realization dawned on me.

He unleashed his Eye of Magic, absorbing the ancient magical power contained within the room.

These powers transformed into an ink-like silver-blue liquid, which was stored in the notebook.

It was within Vizet's expectations that the ancient magical power of just one room could not turn the pages of the book any further.

At the same time, the map in the notes has a small brighter area.

The room doesn't contain enough power to allow the Eye of Magic to grow.

However, Vizet did come to a conclusion: only by continuing to explore Hogwarts Castle could she gain more ancient magical power.

"A ghost! There's a ghost on the wall! It's haunted!"

The screams drew the children's attention, and they all looked towards the wall.

However, the ghosts weren't focused on them; instead, they were engaged in a heated discussion about something.

It wasn't until a ghost resembling a monk floated down that another commotion broke out.

“You can call me Fat Monk,” the ghost said cheerfully. “The Sorting Ceremony… I really wish you came to Hufflepuff; I’m from that house.”

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These words reignited the tension in the children's hearts.

Professor McGonagall returned to the room at the opportune moment and announced loudly, "Line up in a single row and follow me. The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin!"

The auditorium was imbued with an incredibly rich magical atmosphere, and its high dome was almost transparent, allowing a view of the dazzling starry sky.

Beneath the starry sky were thousands upon thousands of candles, floating in mid-air without dripping a drop of wax or emitting a wisp of black smoke—a wondrous creation of magic.

As a top student who memorizes her textbooks, Hermione's way of relieving tension is quite interesting; she recites long passages about ceilings.

"The ceiling is enchanted...you can see the sky outside...and it can change the weather...from 'Hogwarts: A History'..."

Professor McGonagall brought over a four-legged stool and placed a pointed hat on it.

The pointed hat, looking dirty and patched, drooped on the four-legged stool, making it all the more conspicuous.

Vizette half-jokingly guessed, "Do you want to use a restoration spell to restore this hat to its original state?"

"I've never practiced this spell!" Hermione's voice sounded like she was about to cry. "What should I do?"

Just then, the pointed hat split open on its own, and a "singing" sound like a saw cutting wood came from the crack.

Putting aside the hat's extremely unpleasant singing, Vizette could still hear a lot of interesting content in the music.

For example, this hat is the executor of the Sorting Ceremony; as long as someone wears the hat, they can be assigned to a suitable house.

For example, entering Gryffindor requires courage, Hufflepuff values ​​integrity and loyalty, Ravenclaw prefers intelligent students, and Slytherin favors those who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

When the music ended, Professor McGonagall unrolled the parchment scroll.

“Whoever I call, come and sit on the stool and put on the Sorting Hat. Hannah Abbott!”

Chapter 26 The Sorting Problem

A girl with two golden braids ran forward, her face flushed, and put on the Sorting Hat. She then pulled it down a bit, and the brim covered her eyes.

Wizette seemed to understand why the Sorting Hat was covered in patches.

It's very likely not to convey a sense of historical weight, but rather that this hat was genuinely damaged.

A moment later, the Sorting Hat tore open again, "Hufflepuff!"

Cheers and applause erupted from the long table on the right.

The ghost that had spoken earlier emerged from the long table and waved its hands in the air in congratulation.

Hannah Abbott pulled down her hat and let out a long breath.

She seemed to have relaxed too much and appeared somewhat dazed. She stumbled and ran toward the long table where the applause was taking place.

"It's that simple!" Ron was furious, glancing back furtively. "George is making faces at me; he's doing it on purpose!"

"Susan Bornes!"

"Hufflepuff!"

The children are much more relaxed now, and many are eager to try, hoping that they will be the next ones to wear the Sorting Hat.

However, the order of the schools was determined by the first letter of their surnames, which meant they could only watch helplessly.

The Sorting Hat takes varying amounts of time to announce a house; for some people, the Sorting Hat will announce their house as soon as they put on the hat.

Some people, after being put on the Sorting Hat, need to go through a long period of silence before the final result can be announced.

Just like Hermione, who sat on the four-legged stool for more than four minutes before the Sorting Hat reluctantly called out the name of the house: "Gryffindor!"

“Oh…” Ron groaned.

Neville sat on the stool for a long time before the Sorting Hat called out firmly, "Gryffindor!"

“Vizette Lovegood!”

Vizette calmly stepped forward and placed the Sorting Hat over her head.

With the help of the Guardian Meditation Method, he was able to feel the attention of many people.

Two girls were sitting at the long table on the left, and both Cho Chang and Penelope were giving him their attention.

Surrounded by watchful eyes, Professor McGonagall leaned forward slightly, anticipating the sorting results.

Behind him, there were two other groups of people paying attention.

A concerned gaze, carrying a familiar kindness, must have come from Dumbledore.

Another gaze, however, was filled with malice, like that of a robber eyeing treasure.

That gaze lasted only a few seconds before vanishing without a trace.