Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Ron, who had just changed into robes, was sticking his butt out and stuffing clothes into the broken box. "After the You-Know-Who disappeared, their family was the first to come back to us. They said they were possessed and bewitched - but my dad didn't believe it. He said that all the Malfoys were like this, and so were the Slytherins."

It was dark when the train stopped, and the children could only see dense forests crowded together and the vague outlines of the mountains behind them.

Ron's robe was a little short, and I don't know which brother's robe he wore. Harry was different - with half-long black hair and gentle green eyes, people standing in front of her would always be infected by the girl's gentle and quiet temperament.

She has a pair of eyes that always calm people down.

"…I just realized that you really suit the wizard robe." Ron looked at Harry in surprise, up and down. He put the unfinished bag of gummy candy on the seat into his pocket and said, "You are much more beautiful than before!"

You'll have no friends if you talk like that.

Nagini rolled her eyes and pushed the two children out of the car.

They followed the crowd to get off the train, and pushed and shoved their way onto a small, dark platform. It was a bit cold at night, and an old-fashioned lantern was swaying above the students' heads. Then, a rough voice startled everyone like thunder.

"First years! First years! Get over here! Everybody - get closer to me!"

The owner of the huge voice had an equally huge body - Harry Potter could tell at a glance who he was: a half-giant. The same was true for Zales, who was even stronger and taller than him.

"Everyone, come here! Don't get separated! First grade, freshmen!"

Nagini pulled the two children closer and they saw each other's appearance clearly: a giant with a thick beard, maybe nine or eleven feet tall; he was wearing an oversized moleskin coat with bulging pockets on both sides; his voice was heavy and muffled, and the stones under his feet made a thudding sound when he walked.

All are oversized.

He held a black-painted lamp and shone it into every carriage of the train, driving the little wizards off the train one by one like sheep and gathering them behind him. The tail of the team was getting longer and longer.

"Don't be shy, come with me, hurry up, we can still make it in time for dinner."

When he passed by Nagini, his big feet stopped for a few seconds, then he walked towards them quickly with an excited look on his face.

"Harry Potter! I knew it! So nice to see you!"

I'm such a celebrity.

Harry tried to be cheerful despite the misery, and waved at him with a businesslike smile.

Chapter 127 The Philistine Significance of the Branch

Rubeus Hagrid, who claimed to be the key keeper of Hogwarts - Harry was not sure what position it was. This half-blood giant was very affectionate to her, and among all the new students, he was the only one who stopped in front of her for a while.

"You were only this small the last time I saw you."

The giant used his hands, which were bigger than Harry's head, to make a not-so-circular shape: "You didn't cry or make a fuss, you were very quiet. I--" He bent down, looked at the 'little tails' behind him, and lowered his voice (self-righteously): "I should have picked you up in person, but something delayed me--we'll talk when we're free. My name is Hagrid, Rubeus Hagrid, follow me, Harry."

He straightened up and began to shout to the carriage again: "The conductor told you to leave your luggage on the train. I will take it to school for you - all move closer to me... Don't push him, kid. You stand back."

He was not surprised by the appearance of Mori Yuesha and Nagini. It seemed that someone had told him in advance. He led the freshmen along the steep and narrow downhill for a while, through the woods, and suddenly a black lake appeared in front of them.

"Come on... come on. Look, this is your first look at Hogwarts."

He raised the lantern above his head. "Give me some reaction, kids."

The lights illuminated the surroundings, and the little wizards exclaimed "Wow" a few times out of respect - the scenery before them was indeed beautiful.

The silver moonlight was reflected on the tranquil lake, and on the hillside across the lake stood a towering castle - the twinkling stars in the night sky contrasted with the dots of fire; the castle had many spires, absolutely meeting all the characteristics of "magic" in everyone's dreams.

This is Hogwarts.

School for wizards.

"Come on, you can watch for years." Hagrid led the little tails to the shore and pointed to a row of neatly arranged leaf boats: "Four, four people on each boat, no more."

He occupied one boat all by himself, directing the children on the shore from the boat. He would occasionally shout to urge the girls who were about to retreat back into the woods: "Hurry up, girls. Aren't you really hungry? Get on the boat, I'm following you."

Since it is a magic school, the tools leading to it must also be magical.

They had no need of oars.

The windless boat broke through the lake water, and everyone kept their mouths shut. Perhaps it was because of the uncertainty about what was coming, or perhaps it was because the rolling black waves around made people feel nervous.

There was a dim yellow light hanging on each boat, which, from a distance, looked like countless tiny sparks rushing towards a burning fire.

The young wizards listened to Hagrid's instructions and lowered their heads. After passing through the ivy curtain covering the cliff, they entered an inconspicuous cave inside the mountain and walked along the dark tunnel - until their feet stepped on the cobblestone ground.

finally reached.

Hagrid led the students, who had calmed down their fear and started chattering, up the stone stairs, turned back several times, and stopped in front of a woman.

She wore a witch hat with a pointed tip that was hammered crooked, and a long green velvet robe. She held her left wrist with her right hand and stared at them with a serious expression.

Her eyes were a similar color to Harley's.

"First years, Professor McGonagall. They're all here."

"Thank you, Hagrid."

After seeing Hagrid off, the woman turned to the young wizards again and said, "Welcome to Hogwarts. Before the opening banquet, you must first determine which college you will each enter. Sorting is a very important ceremony. During your stay at school, the college is your home in Hogwarts. You will attend classes and live with other students in the college, and spend your spare time together in the college's common room."

"Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin."

"Each house has its own glorious history, and has produced outstanding wizards. Your outstanding performance during your time at Hogwarts will add points to your house - conversely, any violations will subtract points. At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will receive the House Cup: this is a great honor. I hope each of you will work hard for your house."

She glanced at a master and servant in the crowd, her throat moved, and she added, "Hogwarts does not allow the use of large-scale, high-destructive spells. Every portrait and every decoration here is at least thousands of years old. If anyone damages it, they will have to pay..."

The students looked at each other.

What large-scale spell?

What compensation...what compensation?

Nagini glared at Mori Yuesha helplessly.

'Look at the impression you make.'

"My dear, you are the only one who understands me."

Nagini thought to herself, I understand you, little dimple.

You are the mess maker.

"Follow me. In two lines, kids."

Professor McGonagall pushed open the thick, tall, brown-gold door.

——Golden and magnificent.

An extremely luxurious auditorium.

Four long rows of tables were filled with senior students, piled with gleaming gold plates and goblets—and overhead, thousands of floating candles lit the auditorium brightly.

At the end of the auditorium there is another wider and longer table: the seats for the classrooms.

Professor McGonagall led them to the front of the stage, and they stood under the velvety, dark, silky dome under hundreds of gazes.

Harry was keenly aware that there was a gaze different from that of the others lingering around her - it kept circling around a few people in the front row, and finally stopped on her face.

She tilted her head imperceptibly - and the gloomy black-haired man in the teacher's seat in the distance happened to look away.

"Shh, don't be distracted, look!"

Ron nudged her, and pointed his short fingers in his sleeves at the tattered hat on the stool.

Professor McGonagall placed the patched, dirty, and worn hat on a chair. Soon it began to sing - a wide slit in the hat revealed its beak:

"You may not think I'm pretty, but don't judge a person by appearance;"

"If you can find a prettier hat than mine,"

"I could eat myself!"

The song the hat sang was no longer in tune.

"You may belong to Gryffindor, and have the courage hidden deep in your heart;"

"You might belong in Hufflepuff, where people are honest and loyal;"

"If you have a sharp mind, you might go to old Ravenclaw,"

"Wise and learned men will meet their fellow men there;"

"Perhaps you chose Slytherin,"

“Make genuine friends here.”

"But beware: those who are cunning and sinister will stop at nothing,"

"Achieve their ambitious goals."

"Come on—put me on!"

"I'm a thinking hat!"

After it finished singing, it stood up and bowed to the four long tables - Nagini was not like the other children, she heard the stance hidden in the song: Yes, this 'magic prop' has thoughts - things with thoughts must have stances.

It praised three houses, except for Slytherin.

The owner of this hat...

"It was the magic hat of Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor." Hermione was standing right behind Nagini and Ron. They listened to the girl next to them explaining: "The four founders all injected their own thoughts into it -"

It turned out to be the case.

It's no surprise then that this hat has a tendency.

"Hannah Abbott!"

Professor McGonagall held up the parchment.

"I'd rather be in Slytherin than be sorted into Hufflepuff and have classes with a bunch of foodies..." Feeling relieved, knowing that the so-called 'Sorting' was not something dangerous, the little wizards finally relaxed. They gathered in groups of two or three and started to chat.

Mori Yuesha found it more and more interesting the more she listened: in the children's minds, if Gryffindor is similar to a knight, then Slytherin is the aristocracy; Hufflepuff is a commoner, and Ravenclaw is a scholar.

No one would be content with being ordinary if they could become a wizard.

So, Hufflepuff is the last, followed by Ravenclaw and Slytherin - Gryffindor is mentioned the most, partly because the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, graduated from Gryffindor.

Not bad, the uncle whom I only met a few times back then has become a legend.

"If possible, I also want to go to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw." Harry tugged at Mori Yuesha's sleeve and said shyly, "The top college among the four major colleges, and... the college with a separate library."

The clever little Harry guessed that choosing a college was not about "brave people go to Gryffindor" or "those with a strong thirst for knowledge go to Ravenclaw" - choosing a college was like choosing your future colleagues and social circles. When the department was full of Gryffindor seniors, you, a Slytherin, would be in an awkward situation; and vice versa.

This era belongs to Dumbledore, and he deserves to be among the hottest.

Unless you choose to fight alone in the future.

"Want to go to Gryffindor?" Mori Yuesha rolled her eyes: "I have a way."

Chapter 128 Sorting you into a house

Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were both sorted into Gryffindor.

"That child has a strong desire for knowledge, but he was still sorted into Gryffindor. I guess personal choice plays a big role in this sequence of head-mounted magic props."

Come to think of it, Hermione Granger, the girl who was talking so much in the train compartment, should have been sorted into Ravenclaw.

The result is Gryffindor.

"Either this hat is manipulated, or it's just a weight ranking - if it's manipulated, there's no need to pretend to have a ceremony. Nana, what do you think?"

——I wonder why Mori Yuesa called Arrietty out.

Miss Bad Bag smiled like a white fox that stole a chicken. She put her hand on Hallie's shoulder, and Arrietty understood and disappeared into the girl's hair.

"Master... Actually, this hat can..."

Nagini was just about to relay Hera's words to Mori Yuesha and Harley, but by chance Harley's name was called on the stage.

"Harry Potter!"

There was an uproar.

A famous girl.

"Come here quickly."