Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

And Simo, who was on the same boat, came over at this time.

He excitedly took out his wand and made some whirring movements. "What kind of spell is that? Shah or something... so cool!"

He certainly didn't manage to cast any spell, but Ryan saw flames starting to form at the tip of his wand.

"..."

Ryan, keenly aware of the danger, immediately stopped him: "That's not a spell... I panicked and just said it casually based on what I read in the book."

"Maybe Hagrid is right, and the giant squid is just playing a joke on us?"

He made a few perfunctory remarks, but Seamus and the Parvati sisters still looked at him with admiration.

The same goes for the other little wizards. After all, their actions of facing the giant squid alone under the moonlight and saving their classmates were truly unforgettable!

Especially Pansy Parkinson.

She didn't apologize or say thank you, but just huddled in the corner of the boat with a pale face, secretly glancing at Ryan from time to time, and then suddenly turning her head away before Ryan looked at her.

But Ryan didn't care and just continued to deal with Seamus.

After this little episode, there were no more setbacks along the way.

After passing through the curtain of ivy, the boat docked smoothly and the little wizards hurriedly got off the boat.

"Oh, you..."

While getting off the boat, Ryan heard Hagrid talking to him.

"Lian Elias."

"Oh, Ryan, thank you - you're a brave and wonderful boy, and that levitation spell was brilliant."

Hagrid sighed.

Although he now really thought that the giant squid might just be playing a joke on the children, he also knew that if Ryan did not take action, Pansy Parkinson would definitely fall into the Black Lake.

Although nothing might go wrong, it was inevitable that he would get sick or scared - if that happened, it would be his responsibility as the guide.

"Headmaster Dumbledore trusted me and asked me to guide you. I almost got him into trouble."

Hagrid said this - which made Ryan realize that he seemed to trust and respect Headmaster Dumbledore very much.

"You're welcome, Hagrid."

But Ryan just responded politely.

Then, led by Hagrid, they passed through the tunnel and a lawn and came to the door of a hall.

"Slow down, follow the stairs—Professor McGonagall is waiting for you at the door of the Great Hall."

"The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin."

Chapter 14 Slytherin's Glory Has Nothing to Do with Blood

In front of the door of the auditorium, Ryan saw Professor McGonagall, whom Hagrid had mentioned.

She was a witch wearing a green wizard robe and a wizard hat, with sharp brown eyes.

She was very tall, with a serious demeanor and expression - this was evident from the instant silence of the little wizards.

"You're a little late, kids."

She said majestically, "Time is running out. Now let me tell you what you need to do next - you will walk through the auditorium and gather with other senior students..."

She described the Sorting Ceremony, but did not elaborate on its details.

But after she finished her brief words, Hagrid invited her to step aside.

"Professor McGonagall, on the Black Lagoon... yes... the Giant Squid..."

Hagrid lowered his voice and told Professor McGonagall in detail what had just happened.

Meanwhile, the young wizards were already discussing the matter.

Obviously, many young wizards are still a little scared about what happened on the Black Lake just now.

Of course, there are also people who hold different opinions.

"I heard from my grandmother that the giant squid in the Black Lagoon has been in Hogwarts for a long time."

"Legend has it that it's Gryffindor's pet, a spiritual animal that protects the students of Hogwarts..."

A little wizard with a slightly chubby face, holding a toad, said this.

"Like that ugly thing you have in your hand?"

But at this moment, Draco Malfoy, who had platinum blond hair, laughed and said, "The beast in the Black Lake would attack noble wizards, what about yours?"

"What did your grandmother expect it to do? Wash your face with slime—Neville Longbottom!"

His wizard robe was delicately embroidered, but now there was a hole on the lower left hem.

This is the hole made by his wizard robe hanging on the side of the ship when the giant squid appeared just now. There are traces of moss and water on it.

This is obviously the source of his attitude at the moment.

"Don't talk to Neville like that! That toad was a gift from his family!"

At this moment, Hermione in the crowd said dissatisfiedly.

As the enthusiastic person who helped Neville find the toad on the train, she of course learned the origin of the toad from Neville.

"Oh? Who are you?"

Malfoy frowned.

Then two little wizards walked up to him - one was short and fat, the other was tall and fat... In short, they didn't look very smart.

It is worth mentioning that Pansy Parkinson was also standing next to them.

One of the young wizards came up to Malfoy and said something, and Malfoy looked at Hermione with even more contempt.

"How dare you speak to me, a mudblood?"

As soon as he said this, more people were obviously angered - at least the two young wizards next to Hermione looked at him with obviously unfriendly eyes.

But Malfoy still held his head high and glanced at the two young wizards who were obviously angry.

"And you...red hair—you must be a Weasley, needless to say."

He looked arrogant and said, "Look at your ugly robe. Was it made from your brother's old clothes?"

Hearing his words, Ron Weasley's face turned red.

He clenched his fists and even put his hand into his sleeve, as if trying to take out his wand.

But Malfoy ignored him and looked at the other young wizard.

"And...oh, I've heard that Harry Potter will be enrolled this year."

He looked at the boy with glasses: "But you shouldn't make friends with the wrong people - Weasley? The shame of pure-blood families, they can't even enter Slytherin, which symbolizes the glorious bloodline."

"And that Mudblood..."

When he said this, Ron was about to draw his wand from his sleeve and cast a spell on Malfoy.

But before that, the little wizards present had already heard a voice.

"Silencio!"

Then Malfoy found that he couldn't speak. No matter how hard he tried, no sound came out of his throat.

"I've heard enough."

Then, a voice came into his ears.

The young wizards looked up and saw the person who had cast the spell just now - Ryan Elias.

At this moment, Ryan walked towards Malfoy.

There wasn't much anger on his face, only indifference—or perhaps this was a manifestation of a deeper anger.

So all the little wizards subconsciously made way for him.

"There are many questions about what you just said, Mr. Malfoy."

Ryan walked up to Malfoy and spoke softly.

"Firstly, magical creatures like the giant squid, which have lived for hundreds of years, are as intelligent as any wizard. Calling them 'beasts' is a sign of extreme lack of education, just like you guys like to call other wizards 'mudbloods'!"

As Ryan said this, Pansy Parkinson's pretty little face, not far behind Malfoy, turned visibly pale.

At the same time, Draco Malfoy's two followers, the two fat little wizards, also reached out to draw their wands.

but...

"Everything is petrified."

Ryan waved his hand casually, and the two men's bodies instantly stiffened and fell heavily to the ground.

Ryan didn't care at all. He just gracefully retracted his wand and continued to look at Malfoy.

"Secondly, I noticed you mentioned Slytherin—you said it symbolizes the glory of blood..."

He looked at Malfoy, his pale blue eyes still cold.

He shouldn't have done it.

After all, for him, getting angry with a child is not decent.

But there was no way, the little wizard named Draco Malfoy succeeded in angering him.

It wasn't just because of his insult to Shaka, the more important thing was that - on the way to the auditorium with Hagrid just now, he had heard a lot of comments about the four colleges from the young wizards.

He was surprised at the gap between the four houses, especially the evaluation of Slytherin by most young wizards.

Dark wizards, followers of the Dark Lord, bigots, evil people, conceited rich second-generations... In short, there are few good reviews.

This is the thing Ryan can't accept the most.

"The glory of Slytherin has nothing to do with blood."

Ryan looked at Malfoy, his voice soft but clear.

"If you don't understand, that's okay—I'll teach you."