I swung a sword at Hogwarts

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When Ludvig saw that there was one less person in his team, he looked calm, as he had already gotten used to it.

"Go back, Gresham said there's a strange wizard making trouble there, with a strange wand in his hand."

...

On the coast, on the horizon, the sun rises little by little.

The golden color spread on the sea surface, broke the dawn, and fell into the eyes.

Heinrich stood there, muttering to himself, "How beautiful."

Jin came closer, the sun shining on her golden hair.

"Where are we going next?"

I don’t know, but either is fine.

Isn’t that what traveling is all about?

Just be with the people you want to be with.

...

"Here comes the extra episode, this time it's the interweaving and joint appearance of two stars.

Dark vampires are cursed by the sun, and the light will burn their bodies and destroy their souls.

But the sun wanted to hug him and let him know that the sun was also warm.

Kim Ludislai, the sun of Ilvermorny.

Heinrich Edgar, The Darkness of Durmstrang.

From the moment they met, it was like a collision of two colors.

Dark Edgar has a pair of beautiful golden eyes.

Even the sun-like Ledisrae hated the light in the dark.

A fire took away everything that belonged to Jin.

Now that he had it back, he was reluctant to let go.

Edgar followed the light, so let Ludwig follow Edgar.

They are indispensable to each other.

Just as light cannot lose darkness, night cannot abandon day.

Special stars, intertwined destinies.

I am an unruly white horse, and I am willing to offer you the reins.

Kim Ledislay could not extinguish the flame of Heinrich Edgar.

Then hug.

They are the stars, the light and the dark.

They are Ledisla and Edgar, the Fire Charm and the Extinguishing Charm.

It's the Dark Arts and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

They are also two followers who have achieved their wish.”

Chapter 864 Professor Longbottom of Hogwarts

The school is an ivory tower, and the beauty inside the ivory tower will be remembered for a lifetime.

The curiosity and anticipation of new students as they board the Hogwarts Express.

When crossing the Black Lake in a small boat, the huge creature hidden under the Black Lake shook the boat and made people scream.

When they arrived at the oak door of Hogwarts, they met the professor who would accompany them for the next seven years.

"Professor Longbottom."

Hagrid smiled innocently and greeted the man in the white wizard robe.

The man turned around slowly, and his round face became thinner, making him look less immature and more mature.

The wide sleeves concealed his well-developed muscles.

Neville, who is already the head of Gryffindor, is in charge of the freshman sorting ceremony.

Neville, who once walked through this gate, has now become a guide.

"Professor Hagrid."

The tall Neville looked a lot thinner standing in front of the even taller Hagrid.

Hagrid wiped his tears emotionally, "In the blink of an eye, you have become a qualified dean."

In this school, Hagrid undoubtedly has the deepest feelings.

Years ago, he had come here, just as he does now, with young Neville.

Today's Neville has long lost his childishness.

His many years of teaching career have given him an air of erudition.

This was Neville's first time sorting.

Hagrid couldn't help but cry because he was moved.

He pulled out the large handkerchief and blew his nose with a hissing sound.

Neville coughed twice, "Professor Hagrid, you should go in."

"Oh, you must listen carefully to Professor Longbottom." Hagrid then realized that as a professor at Hogwarts, he also needed to attend.

Before he turned and entered the auditorium, he spoke to the students with some concern.

Finally he went in, and Neville sighed, "Well, you also saw that Professor Hagrid was particularly enthusiastic."

Some students tried to hold back their laughter; they really liked the sentimental Professor Hagrid.

"Keep order."

Neville led the team in.

In the auditorium, candles were floating in the sky.

The candles were brightly lit, and at four rows of long tables, students from the four colleges were eagerly awaiting this year's freshmen.

Minerva McGonagall sat in the middle of the staff table, and next to her was Professor Severus Snape, who still had not become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

Hagrid sat on the side, in stark contrast to the diminutive Ravenclaw Headmaster Flitwick.

The Gryffindor lion cubs discussed how Professor Hagrid could eat Professor Flitwick with just one forkful.

Professor Sprout, the Hufflepuff head of house who had taken a back seat, was all smiles and clapped her hands to welcome the new students.

A stool is placed on the platform between the staff desk and the student desk.

After bringing the new students in, Neville stood beside the stool and took out the student list from his pocket.

He was careless, like sometimes forgetting to remind students to wear earmuffs when pulling out mandrakes.

Still, the headmaster, Professor McGonagall, could not bear to see this and whispered, "Professor Longbottom."

Neville looked over in confusion. Professor McGonagall pointed anxiously at the wizard hat on her head, "Hat."

"Oops, I forgot!"

Reminded, Neville hurried out.

When he entered the auditorium again, he had a hat in his hand.

There was a thin layer of dust on the hat, and the wrinkles on it looked like a mouth and eyes.

He was still muttering, "Careless guy, be gentler, don't knock my explosive liquid off."

The hat, which had been muttering along the way, was placed on the stool.

"Oh, yes, I should sing now."

The Sorting Hat appeared, and when it saw those young wizards with young faces, it remembered its proper job.

The sound came from the hat.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome everyone."

"The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin."

"I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat."

“It’s time for me to play my part.”

"You could say I'm shabby."

"If this is the superficial appearance you see."

"But please listen to me and I will announce which house you will be assigned to."

"Brave Godric Gryffindor loves the strong, and his students are full of courage and justice."

"Rowena Ravenclaw only wants to teach the brightest students."

"Good Helga Hufflepuff accepts everyone."

"Salazar Slytherin's students should be rational and ambitious about magic."

"..."

Listening to the Sorting Hat's hoarse voice singing, one feels like one has accidentally entered an opera house.

Among the freshmen, a red-haired child asked doubtfully: "My uncle said that Slytherin is obsessed with bloodline. When he was in school, a Slytherin snake was released in the school to bite to death all those who were not pure blood."

Apparently the Sorting Hat's song wasn't the same as the one he'd heard from his uncle.

The girl with platinum-blonde pigtails said, "That's your uncle talking nonsense!"

The strong girl made the red-haired boy blush. He felt that his uncle would not deceive him, but the girl's pretty face made him dare not look directly into those beautiful eyes.

"Hmph!" The girl who grew up surrounded by honey snorted.

She looked at the boy's ashamed look, but couldn't bear it, so she said awkwardly: "If you admit your mistake, I will forgive you."

The boy pursed his lips, but still said in a low voice: "Okay, I was wrong."

The girl nodded with satisfaction, stretched out her hand and said generously: "You will know that Slytherin is the best. My name is Alice, what's your name?"

"Me?" The boy blinked and was about to speak when he heard the Sorting Hat's voice stop.

Neville began to read out the names.

He closed his mouth, causing Alice to stamp her feet in anger.

"Stella Weasley."

When the name was read, whispers were heard all around.

"Weasley?"

"The second ancient clan."

"It seems that the head of the Magic Department also has this last name."

These sounds made the usually shy boy feel embarrassed.

He stepped forward.

"Another Weasley."

The moment the hat was put on, the Sorting Hat had already become accustomed to this Iron Gryffindor.