Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

He said calmly: "But before that... you should improve your manners, Mr. Malfoy."

"I think it's a good idea to start by rinsing your mouth so you can maybe stop saying those dirty words - clean it up."

He waved his wand carelessly, and water and foam began to form in Malfoy's mouth.

He began to struggle in fear, and water droplets and foam soaked his collar.

But at this very moment...

"Oh my God!"

He was interrupted by the exclamation of Professor McGonagall, who had synchronized the situation with Hagrid.

She exclaimed and waved her wand, breaking Ryan's spell.

"What are you doing?"

Her expression grew serious.

Cleaning up house—that's what Ryan wanted to say.

But in fact, he just smiled and looked at Professor McGonagall: "Professor, as you can see...Draco Malfoy challenged me to a duel, and I accepted."

Thousands of years ago, insulting another wizard's family or teacher was equivalent to "Let's duel."

So, Ryan said it with certainty.

Chapter 15 You are back, the heir of the Big Four

Perhaps it was because the time for the sorting ceremony was very tight, or perhaps he was used to seeing children misbehaving, or perhaps he had roughly figured out the reason after asking.

In short, although Professor McGonagall severely reprimanded Ryan, saying "Mr. Elias, you can't curse your classmates casually", "If you have already enrolled, your behavior will result in a detention and your college will lose points for it", etc.

At the same time, she also warned Malfoy that 'there are certain words that should not be used towards your classmates, Mr. Malfoy'.

After giving each of them fifty lashes, she led the little wizards directly into the auditorium.

It is worth mentioning that Mr. Zhua Ge, who was crying and still frightened and angry, was still saying things like "My dad will not let you go", but apparently no one cared.

"He's really cool, Harry. Did you see that? - those spells..."

On the contrary, at this moment, young wizards like Ron admired Ryan even more.

When the young wizards followed Professor McGonagall into the auditorium, the auditorium was already full of senior students.

Countless candles floated in the air, and the spell-cast hall looked like a dream.

The old students cheered and applauded to welcome the new students.

Ryan could see the Weasley twins at the Gryffindor table and Cho at the Ravenclaw table.

The former was waving his hand high in greeting, while the latter was smiling and nodding subtly.

Ryan smiled and greeted them, then turned his gaze to the head guest seat in the center of the hall - that was the table belonging to the Hogwarts professors.

Ryan immediately spotted Professor Flitwick, who had taken him to Diagon Alley. As the Head of Ravenclaw, he sat quite close to the center.

His body shape forced him to place a small cushion on the chair, which actually looked quite cute.

And next to him, on the most unique bench of all the seats.

An old wizard with a long beard, white hair and beard, sky-blue eyes, and a slightly crooked nose seemed to be chatting with Flitwick.

Ryan looked at the old wizard and felt as if he had gone back a thousand years and saw those powerful and secluded wizards whom he had visited with his four teachers.

That is a temperament that only appears in wizards who have gone very deep into the path of magic.

"Albus Dumbledore..."

Ryan whispered in his mind the name he had heard before.

The headmaster of Hogwarts and the greatest white wizard of our time.

But he didn't know that at this moment, on the long table of the guest of honor...

"That's Ryan, Dumbledore."

Flitwick was also introducing Lion to Dumbledore.

"He's a good boy with an excellent talent for magic. I've written to him before, and he's already mastered quite a few spells..."

Flitwick kept praising Ryan.

Opposite him, Dumbledore just listened quietly.

After Flitwick expressed his admiration for the gifted student, the renowned old man in the wizarding world smiled and said, "While what you said is correct, Filius... it's still a little lacking."

He looked at Ryan in the crowd.

The words were gentle, yet contained a hint of wonder and admiration.

"Oh?"

Flitwick raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

He knew well that Dumbledore had come far in magic—far further than any of them.

In the eyes of this old man, everything he sees may be different from theirs.

And this is indeed the case.

Dumbledore looked at the young wizards with his sky-blue eyes.

Dumbledore could see traces of magic on their bodies, some strong, some weak, and of different colors.

But there is only one thing that is the same - the magic of the little wizards is always jumpy and untamed.

However, Ryan is the only exception.

His magic was unusually docile, surrounding him like a guard protecting him.

This made the old wizard who had lived for more than a century couldn't help but admire.

"Talented? Genius? Of course, that's true, but it's not quite accurate."

Dumbledore said absentmindedly to Flitwick.

"He is better than any so-called genius... yes, much better."

Judging from his control over his own magic power alone, he is almost a mature, even very powerful wizard!

At this moment, Professor McGonagall, who was walking into the hall with the freshmen, came to Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid told me that there were some problems on the road today. The giant squid in the Black Lagoon..."

Professor McGonagall quietly told Dumbledore what Hagrid had said, interspersed with some of the information she had obtained from the children.

"Draco Malfoy claims that the giant squid may want to kill Miss Parkinson."

Professor McGonagall said hesitantly.

Of course she knew how powerful the giant squid was - as a magical creature that had existed since the time of the Big Four, its strength was unquestionable.

"Giant squid?"

After hearing this, a hint of doubt and thought flashed in Dumbledore's blue eyes.

But after a moment, he just smiled and said to Professor McGonagall, "I understand, Minerva."

These few simple words were enough to calm Professor McGonagall's heart.

"It's time for the Sorting Ceremony—the kids are waiting impatiently."

Dumbledore said softly.

Professor McGonagall nodded.

She motioned for the freshmen to come to the podium and stand in line.

There was a wooden bench on the podium.

On the stool, there was a worn gray-brown hat.

The hat was extremely old and even had cobwebs on it.

After seeing the little wizards walk down the stage.

The hat even turned, and then three slits appeared on it - they looked like its eyes and mouth.

"It moved!"

"It's alive, a living hat!"

There was an instant cry of surprise from the little wizards.

"Oh, I wouldn't say alive, exactly—I simply possess wisdom and knowledge, yes... the great wisdom of the Four."

Then, they heard the hat suddenly speak.

So the exclamations tend to turn into screams.

But the Sorting Hat obviously didn't care about that. It started singing the Hogwarts school song - if that tune-deaf thing could be considered a song.

And when it finished singing, Professor McGonagall clapped her hands.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet."

She raised her hand and picked up the worn hat: "Next, the sorting ceremony is about to begin."

"Whoever's name I call comes up and sits down—puts on his hat—and waits for the results of the sorting."

She had made similar introductions countless times, so she was very concise and clear.

"Hannah Abbott!"

The little witch, whose name was called, walked tremblingly to the chair and sat down.

Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head, but a moment later, the Sorting Hat made its judgment.

"Hufflepuff!"

Following the announcement of the sorting results, there was warm applause from the Hufflepuff table.

Then, Professor McGonagall called out the name 'Susan Burns'.

"Is this the Sorting Ceremony?"