People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

They almost all looked in Harry's direction.

Even those students who did not go back during the holidays were still waiting in the auditorium.

They had all heard what had happened on the train.

The cold face Ginny had just walked into was also good evidence.

Harry could only try to pretend that he didn't see anything and didn't care, and walked towards Ginny.

Basil left the three and sat down at the Hufflepuff table.

Hermione gave Harry a shove and he sat down heavily on the empty seat next to Ginny, while Ron took the other side, also pretending to be nonchalant.

"Ginny," said Harry.

Ginny snorted.

The students who were paying attention to this side began to talk and whisper to each other.

Across the street, Seamus and Neville winked at each other.

Fred and George have clenched their fists. If Harry treats Ginny badly, they will teach Ron a lesson!

If they couldn't teach Harry a lesson, how could they teach their own brother a lesson?

Under the attention of the people around him, and even the Durmstrang students far away, Harry took a deep breath and said, "I have no feelings other than friendship for Ron."

"But you are mean to me." Ginny's square cheeks trembled.

Harry hugged Ginny directly and gave her a deep kiss.

What he learned in the spell card world was that actions sometimes speak louder than words.

He does this every time Draco makes trouble.

Ginny indeed lost her ability to resist in an instant.

Under the wizard's charm and the physical and spiritual blessing of her love for Harry, Ginny was unable to resist at all.

Her skinny arms and legs were no match for Harry's magically transformed body.

She could only close her eyes and enjoy it.

Ron, who was about to say something to help Harry, froze, feeling inexplicably sour in his heart.

But Lavender hugging him from behind made him find himself again, so he raised his head and kissed Lavender.

The whole auditorium suddenly became noisy.

Countless couples began to follow the example of Harry and Ginny.

Snape looked at Lily, he tried to touch her fingers, and then felt air (heroic spirits are just projections in the real world).

Dumbledore blocked Ariana's view.

Hagrid took a sip of his drink and lunged at Madame Maxime.

Professor McGonagall also took a sip of wine, and a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, perhaps she was thinking of her deceased husband, or the kiss with Hagrid at the ball.

Pansy and Luna glanced at Hermione, then secretly

Hermione ran to the Hufflepuff table, shouted away the witches who wanted to take advantage of the situation and made a move, and prepared to stamp Bagel's mouth to declare her sovereignty.

Fleur appeared with a flash of fire, pulled Hermione away, and put her mouth close to hers.

"Attention!" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but knock on the cup, ending the excitement in the hall.

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin. I hope everyone can set an example for the new students instead of..."

She didn't say the last word, but stood up and walked out of the auditorium quickly.

Hermione cast a sensitive look after Professor McGonagall.

She didn't realize that Furong took advantage of the moment when she turned her head to launch a sneak attack on Bagir.

Bajir could only respond with "hardship" and "helplessness".

Who says he is a warrior? As an outsider wizard, I can only bear it silently.

Sometimes life is so cruel that we have no choice but to endure it.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 317 Duel Club

Happiness, bah, the time of pain is always short.

After Hermione withdrew her gaze from Professor McGonagall, Fleur stopped the little movements of her mouth and hands, and used magic to clean up the traces.

In Hermione's eyes, Fleur was just a nuisance who disturbed her good deeds, not a thieving cat.

So, she just snorted and returned to the Gryffindor table, and after seeing Fleur also sitting back at the Beauxbatons table.

Baqir

If someone is not influenced by the ocean of subconsciousness, he will be very surprised.

How come there is a Badgill Granger at each of the Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff tables?

This is the characteristic of being omnipresent and all-pervasive.

Even behind Voldemort, who was doing Thomas Young's light interference experiment in the basement room of the Royal Academy of Sciences in London, there was a Basil.

He floated in the air, pointed with his right hand, and Voldemort's brain was cut open and exposed to the air.

But Voldemort himself seemed unaware.

This was not due to Bagel's superb skills. Although the cross-section of Voldemort's head was extremely regular and not a drop of blood had seeped out, the fluid in the brain was swaying as if the scalp and skull were still there.

But this is actually all due to the influence of the subconscious ocean.

Now the subconscious ocean of wizards around the world is controlled by Bagir through the live broadcast room.

Not to mention that Bajir himself is able to distort reality and human hearts according to his own ideas.

Even if Baldwin dissected Voldemort alive, he would not discover what Baldwin had done.

"Interesting, is this the embodiment of the mind being superior to matter?" After examining the source of Voldemort's magic power - the brain, Bagel exclaimed, "Because he believes that his body is intact, even if the top cover is removed, the body can still function normally."

"Wizards are scary, but they are not suitable for studying science."

"Muggles are necessary."

Because only wizards can see what they want to see during their experiments.

Light will only be composed of the elements they think of according to their thoughts, such as tiny runes, rather than waves or particles, and will not have duality.

Only Muggles who do not have idealistic powers can truly see the laws of physics.

The reason why Voldemort before him could do this was that he controlled his own scattered thoughts. There were only a handful of wizards who had such attainments in the art of brain occlumency.

"In this case, the interstellar era cannot be full of wizards. That's not right. We just need to improve it again."

"Ah, the Sorting House."

Basil, who was sitting cross-legged in the air, disappeared, and Voldemort's head returned to normal, growing lush black hair (the current Voldemort was not resurrected through magic, the cloned body had hair and was not disfigured).

After regaining his senses and suppressing the emotions that were almost thinking with his lower body, Bagel withdrew his hands from Pansy's thighs and Luna's lower abdomen and began to listen to the song, the Sorting Hat Song.

I am the unique magic hat,

You all already understand my importance.

The depository of the thoughts of the Big Four,

The heart of Hogwarts Castle,

Or is it the leader who categorizes you?

To Gryffindor shall be the bravest.

Go to Ravenclaw wisely,

The ambitious man sits in Slytherin.

The rest ran to Hufflepuff,

This classification is necessary and traditional.

Now I don't need to explain to you.

You all already understand,

Wizards all over the world already know my name,

The system of Hogwarts is admired by everyone.

But even so, I still work diligently.

To carry out the duties entrusted to me by the Big Four,

Now let's start sorting.

The hat remained motionless again after saying this, and applause broke out all around.

But there were whispers in between, and everyone in the auditorium noticed that there was something wrong with this year's song and started talking to each other.

“This year’s song is so short.”

"And most of them are just bragging about how great they are."

“It must have learned the content of the live broadcast from somewhere.”

"Did you notice that it looks a lot dirtier?"

"It's not that it's deliberately made old to show the heaviness of history."

“I don’t know about the heaviness, but the students in the branch this year must be having a hard time.”

Professor McGonagall also looked at the students sympathetically, and without even asking them to be quiet, she dropped her eyes to the long piece of parchment in her hand, and loudly announced the first name.

"Euan Abercrombie."

A little boy with unusually large ears walked out of the queue reluctantly, picked up the hat with his fingers, closed his eyes and pursed his lips to put it on.

Then the crack next to the hat brim opened again, shaking off some dust: "Gryffindor!"

As the Gryffindor students applauded, he patted his hair and shoulders, staggered to their table and sat down.

This time the sorting was particularly lengthy. Because of the appearance of the God Behind the Scenes, Hogwarts, which was considered the center of both worlds of the live broadcast, became famous overnight, so many wizarding families chose to come here to study.

This summer, in that inconspicuous locked tower that no students have ever visited, the [Pen of Acceptance] and the [Book of Admission] are so busy that they are almost smoking.

Harry also realized this as Ron's stomach growled.

But the first thing that came to his mind was what happened between him, Ron and Ginny on the train, which was probably known to the whole world.

His face was pale, and Ginny's small hands could not soothe his current worry.

The last time this happened was a month ago when he learned that a magazine named after him had been created, and it was his mother who founded it.

At the time, Lily said, "Instead of letting others criticize and spread rumors about my son, it is better for us to start it ourselves and keep this power firmly in our hands."

"I really hope the trial can start right away." Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time, the last of the little wizards' house, who were obviously from Germany, ended.

"I also hope that the dinner can start right away." Ron, whose mind was dominated by hunger, misheard the words.

Harry was touched for a moment. Look, even though he was so hungry, he still noticed me talking and said Ron didn't care about me?

"Yeah." Harry nodded repeatedly.

However, there are many people like Ron. This sorting took too long.

So after the Sorting, Dumbledore's speech as usual was given, and he paid attention and shortened it.

Go straight to the point.

After all, the newly emerged professor Horace Slughorn and his Slug Club had become famous after Harry's birthday party, and his role as Potions professor was also widely known, so there was no need for an introduction.

"Welcome our new students, welcome! Welcome our old students - even if most of you haven't left at all! But this is not the time to get hung up on details, and there's plenty of time for speeches. Let's just eat happily!"

There was appreciative laughter and warm applause in the hall, and Dumbledore sat down upright, throwing his long beard over his shoulders to prevent it from blocking his plate - delicious food suddenly fell from the sky.

The seven long tables, piled high with large joints of beef, pies, plates of vegetables, bread, jam, and jugs of pumpkin juice, groaned under the weight.