Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Comics to American Comics, a Powerful Attack

Upon hearing this, the other students immediately began to chime in with their own thoughts.

Some say there's a monster in the lake, others say there are vengeful spirits in the Black Lake, and still others say that Malfoy and his crew simply couldn't swim and fabricated the monster story to cover up their embarrassment.

Professor McGonagall disliked the various opinions and immediately shouted, "Quiet!"

When the stern-faced Professor McGonagall got angry, she was quite intimidating, and all the freshmen shut up almost at the same time.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and asked, "Where is Hagrid?"

Harry shouted from the crowd, "Take the boy to the infirmary!"

“The infirmary…” Professor McGonagall’s forehead creased with a deep furrow. She hesitated for a moment and said, “I have to go there and see how that student is doing. You wait here for me to return.”

After Professor McGonagall left, the group of freshmen became noisy again, sharing their gossip about the Sorting Ceremony.

First was Ron, who confidently declared, "I have five older brothers studying at Hogwarts, and they told me that the Sorting Ceremony is extremely rigorous, and if you don't meet the standards, you might even be kicked out of the school tonight!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Weren't we already enrolled? How could we be expelled? We didn't just buy all those items on the list for nothing! That was a huge sum of money!"

Ron, who had overblown his bragging, awkwardly touched his nose and said, "I heard it from Fred and George. They always like to tease me, or maybe they're just lying to me."

At this moment, another student said, "I don't think they're lying to you. I heard that the Sorting Ceremony involves fighting a giant monster, and the results determine which house you're assigned to. In previous years, many freshmen have lost their lives because of this!"

Another exclamation came from the crowd, "No wonder people always say that Hogwarts has a certain number of deaths; students die every year!"

Some of the girls, who were already timid, started trembling in the corner when they heard their discussion.

Hermione impatiently interrupted the boys' wild speculations, stating logically, "How could the Sorting Ceremony for wizards be so barbaric? We are wizards, not warriors! How could we be sent to fight trolls right from the start of the school year?"

“True wizards rely on their intellect and knowledge! Therefore, I think the Sorting Ceremony is actually an exam, and the houses are assigned based on the exam scores!”

"Otherwise, why would the school remind us to buy textbooks a month in advance? Isn't it so we can prepare for the exams earlier?"

Many freshmen nodded in agreement upon hearing Hermione's explanation, finding it far more reliable than the idea of ​​fighting trolls.

But many people are frowning and sighing. They have never read any textbooks, and some don't even know what the books they bought are.

"Oh no, oh no! I'm definitely going to get a zero!"

"My book is still on the train, can I go back and get it?"

"It's too late, those luggage have already been sent to the dorms!"

Hearing the groans coming from all directions, Chu Yang shook his head helplessly, thinking that these little brats were quite good at scaring him. They would never have imagined that all they had to do was put the Sorting Hat on their heads to complete the Sorting Ceremony.

Ron nervously tugged at Harry's sleeve and asked, "Have you read those textbooks?"

Harry shook his head and said, "My aunt and uncle didn't want me to go to Hogwarts. They tried everything to prevent me from getting that acceptance letter. It wasn't until a few days ago that I finally got the chance to go to the school with Hagrid's help. Do you think I saw it?"

“That’s good then. It looks like we’ll definitely be assigned to the same house.” Ron was immediately relieved and even had the mood to wink at Harry.

"You have such a good attitude." Harry was amused by Ron, then turned to look at Chu Yang and said enviously, "Chu Yang will definitely get the highest score."

“That’s true. Chu Yang’s brains are beyond the reach of ordinary people. I think only that girl can catch up with him.” Ron clicked his tongue, agreeing with Harry’s thoughts.

Hermione, who shared the same thought, looked at Chu Yang seriously, saying with a mix of resentment and despair, "You'll probably get first place in this exam, but only this once. I promise I'll score higher than you in the next exam!"

Although he knew Hermione had guessed the Sorting Ceremony wrong, Chu Yang still felt a headache coming on because he couldn't back down on this issue.

Hogwarts' preference for geniuses is very obvious.

Chu Yang's excellent learning ability and the fact that he was first in his grade helped him gain some minor privileges, such as reading books in the library that ordinary students could not read.

Moreover, the professors and teachers at the school are more willing to give extra tutoring to gifted students, which allows Chu Yang to learn a lot.

Just as the freshmen were having a field day, Professor McGonagall rushed to the infirmary and saw Head Nurse Pomfrey treating Malfoy, while Hagrid stood anxiously by her side.

"Hagrid!" Professor McGonagall called out softly as she entered the room.

"Oh! Professor McGonagall!" Hagrid was startled and felt a little guilty, avoiding Professor McGonagall's gaze. After all, strictly speaking, this was a mistake on his part.

“Ms. Pomfrey, how is the child?” Professor McGonagall walked slowly to the head nurse’s side and asked with concern, “Does he need to be transferred to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses for treatment?”

“Professor McGonagall, don’t worry, it’s not that serious.” Ms. Pomfrey smiled and said, “This freshman just drank some dirty water and caught a cold. He’ll be fine after resting for two or three days.”

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Hagrid and asked, "Before we came, I heard some absurd stories from the children. Can you tell me what they were about?"

Hagrid scratched his head and said, "When I turned around, he had already fallen into the lake. I didn't see how he fell in, but there was definitely something in the lake at the time!"

Professor McGonagall said confidently, "We all know there are magical creatures in the Black Lake, but it's definitely not in that area. The designated protected area is a contract Hogwarts made with them a long time ago, and they wouldn't dare to attack students under Dumbledore's nose!"

"More than that, I suspect that someone used magic. Casting offensive magic on classmates is a very serious misconduct."

Hagrid immediately shook his head and said, "Professor McGonagall, I was nearby at the time and didn't sense any magical fluctuations. Besides, all the students' wands were left on the train. You don't think any of them are powerful enough to cast spells without a wand, do you?"

“Hagrid, not everyone will follow the rules.” Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, “After the Sorting Ceremony, I will check each of them to see if they are hiding any wands.”

Chapter 31 The Fear of the Sorting Hat

In the lounge next to the auditorium, the freshmen were waiting for Professor McGonagall's return, and many had resigned themselves to the fate of taking the exam.

After all, one person might feel anxious before an exam if they haven't studied, but when they know that most people haven't studied either, giving up becomes a source of collective joy.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet today?" Professor McGonagall appeared at the doorway, staring at the students in the lounge like a homeroom teacher.

The shadows of the past resurfaced in his mind, giving the usually calm and composed Chu Yang a jolt.

"Now line up and get ready to head to the Great Hall, where you will complete your Sorting Ceremony."

Under Professor McGonagall's sharp gaze, the freshmen quickly stood up.

They quickly lined up and obediently followed behind Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall led the new students out of the side door and towards the main hall. As they approached, the door opened automatically, and the group entered the magnificent hall.

There are four rows of long tables in the hall, each occupied by one of the four colleges, while at the very top there is a smaller long table, which is for the teachers.

Thousands of candles floated in the air above the auditorium, illuminating it as if it were daytime.

On both sides are statues with braziers burning brightly.

The ceiling was enchanted, turning into the appearance of night, with occasional stars appearing, giving the illusion of dining outdoors.

Chu Yang was somewhat amazed when he first saw the auditorium, but his thoughts were quickly replaced by other ideas.

"It would be better to replace the candles with LED lights with adjustable color temperature. The candle light is unstable, quite dazzling, and also makes the view from the ceiling look much lower."

As amazing as it may seem, Chu Yang, who was gradually becoming familiar with Hogwarts, felt that the development here was becoming increasingly detached from the Muggle world.

The magical world is like a stubborn old man, conservative and afraid of change, stagnating with an air of decay, while the Muggle world has already boarded the train of the times and is moving forward rapidly.

Chu Yang was well aware of the enormous changes that technology would bring to the world in the next twenty years. If this generation of young wizards did not make changes, the status between wizards and Muggles might be completely altered.

Lost in thought, Chu Yang suddenly felt someone watching him. He looked in the direction of the gaze and saw Dumbledore sitting in the center of the teachers' seats.

This wise, powerful, and highly respected old wizard was looking at Chu Yang with curiosity.

Not far from him, Professor Sprout, a herbalist, was also waving at Chu Yang.

And she kept pointing at herself with her finger.

What do you mean?

Does this mean I should choose Hufflepuff?

Chu Yang stared wide-eyed, looking completely bewildered.

This made Sprout extremely anxious; he almost stood up and shouted.

"Cough cough." Dumbledore coughed quickly upon seeing this.

He signaled to Sprout to be careful, and the latter could only back down and sit properly.

However, this little incident caught the attention of Professor Snape, who was standing next to Dumbledore.

His attention was originally focused on Harry Potter...

Besides Snape, Quirinus Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, was also observing Chu Yang.

To be precise, it was Voldemort within him that was stirring.

In front of the teacher's table was a four-legged stool with a worn-out pointed hat on it, patched up here and there.

It's hard to believe that this is the Sorting Hat, which embodies the ideas of the four founders of Hogwarts!

As Professor McGonagall led the freshmen to the Sorting Hat, the Great Hall fell into an unusual silence, for everyone knew what was about to happen.

Before the Sorting Ceremony begins, Headmaster Dumbledore has a few words to say to everyone.

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, the elderly Dumbledore stood up and spoke. He didn't say much, but mainly focused on two points: reminding the new students not to enter the Forbidden Forest next door, and also about the corridor on the right side of the third floor.

Chu Yang wasn't really interested in the corridor on the right side of the third floor. Even if Dumbledore hadn't reminded him, Chu Yang wouldn't have planned to go there.

But forest bans...

That's a great place to make money. Not even Dumbledore, let alone the King of Heaven himself, could stop Chu Yang.

“Now, whoever hears your name, step forward. I will place the Sorting Hat on their head and then decide which house they will go to.” Professor McGonagall lifted the Sorting Hat, her eyes fixed on the list in her hand, ready to read out the names.

"Is it really that easy to be assigned to a department?"

"What happened to the exam, Hermione?"