Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Well, let me take this opportunity to introduce you to the Sorting Ceremony. There are four houses in Hogwarts - the brave Gryffindor, the loyal Hufflepuff, the wise Ravenclaw, and... the elegant (sure) Slytherin."

[It's a reckless guy, a fool, a nerd and a black guy] Ethan complained secretly.

“…The Sorting Ceremony determines which house you will go to based on your traits, but don’t worry, the courses offered in each house are the same.

"During your time at school, the college is like your home at Hogwarts. You will attend classes with other students in the college, live in the college dormitory together, and spend your spare time in the college common room together.

"During your time at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn your house extra points, while any violations will cause your house to lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will receive the house cup, which is a great honor. I hope that no matter which house you are assigned to, you can bring glory to the house."

Professor Figo talked a lot until the carriage stopped at the entrance of Hogsmeade village.

"Okay, put on your robes and let's go. I'll have someone take your luggage to school."

Ethan put on his wizard robe in the night and quickly followed Professor Figo's steps. The robe had a strange softness to it, and the hem touched the ground but did not collect any dust.

Don't ask, asking is magic.

"That's the forbidden forest over there. It's very dangerous in there, so don't go in." Professor Figo did not forget to explain to Ethan while he was on his way.

"That's the Quidditch pitch - I'll explain to you later what Quidditch is, it's a fun sport."

(Note: Most of the map layouts in this book are based on the reference maps drawn by Rowling.)

Professor Figo took Ethan and ran all the way from the main entrance, across the arch bridge courtyard and arrived at the entrance of the auditorium.

"Well, good, it sounds like the sorting ceremony is going on." Professor Figo panted and put his ear against the door to listen to the noise inside.

"I will find a chance to study this box later. There must be some clues hidden in it. Who knows what it might involve..." Professor Figo looked at Ethan and said seriously, "So I hope you won't tell anyone about what happened today for the time being."

"Understood, Professor." Ethan put away his unruly look and answered seriously.

"Thank you. Are you ready for the sorting ceremony?" Professor Figo rubbed his hands, pushed the door open a little, and stuck his head into the auditorium.

Ethan stood in front of the gate and could clearly hear an old female voice calling out a name every once in a while, and soon another hoarse voice would shout out the name of a college, followed by thunderous applause.

[I wonder which house the Sorting Hat will sort me into? No, I should be able to choose my own house when I am sorted. Which house should I go to?] Ethan was thinking to himself when he heard a familiar name.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry Potter, the famous four-eyed scarred man, is a master of the wizarding world. He is the leader of the Gryffindor deduction team, and is best at reducing the school's points to the lowest point during the school year, and then adding points back at the end of the semester to snatch the school cup from other schools. In addition, he is the nemesis of a noseless bald black wizard, who can kill himself three times by returning the opponent's killing curse.

Ethan immediately perked up, and just as he was about to put his head closer to the door to see what was going on, Professor Figo pulled him into the auditorium.

There were four long tables in the hall, with students in robes sitting around them. Above the tables, thousands of candles were floating in the air, illuminating the dining room. The four tables were set with glittering golden plates and tall wine glasses. The ceiling of the hall was dotted with stars, which was a spell cast by the professors of the school, making it look like the sky outside.

(I know who and which book you want to @ here.)

There was another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which was the seat for the teachers. In front of the long table for the teachers was a square stool, on which sat a boy wearing a peaked hat, looking very uneasy.

As the hat shouted "Gryffindor", three of the four long tables applauded and cheered. The boy stood up with a blushing face and sat down at one of the long tables.

"Professor McGonagall, please sort this student into a house." Professor Figo took Ethan across the long table to the stage and waved to the elderly witch who was holding the Sorting Hat and a piece of parchment.

"Ah, it's Mr. Ethan," Professor McGonagall said after glancing at the parchment. "It's just in time for you to come. Please take a seat."

Ethan turned around and sat on the stool, facing the gazes and buzzing discussions from all over the restaurant. Professor McGonagall walked up with the Sorting Hat and put it on Ethan's head.

-

These past two days I was discussing the plot of a novel with some of my stupid friends in the group, and some of the guys' outrageous remarks really opened my eyes.

It was quite normal at the beginning, with things like persecuting Professor Snape, persecuting Malfoy, and deducting big points from Gryffindor, but it gradually turned into a discussion about who the heroine is.

Some asked me to take in Luna, some asked me to take in Ginny, some asked me to take in Hermione, some asked me to take in Qiu Zhang, and some asked me to take them all.

These are nothing. There was even a bastard who suggested that I take Professor McGonagall in.

Well, there was also a suggestion to feed old Dumbledore a rejuvenation potion and a sex-changing potion and then take him away.

One cannot, at least one should not...

Chapter 9 Which one should I choose?

As the hat felt heavy on his head, Ethan felt a subtle voice ringing in his head.

"Ahaha, a little older than the others, right? You already have your likes and dislikes, opinions... and expectations about the world. And you have a strong mind that doesn't match your age.

"Well... never give up easily, right? Not afraid of the challenges ahead, even though I'm late tonight, I still choose to be loyal to my friends.

"Well... maybe... I sensed something in you, but it's just a feeling. What is it?"

[I'm not going.] Ethan became playful and started to tease the Sorting Hat in his mind.

"Interesting. You have a clear understanding of yourself, but you have no plan for the future... Very interesting. Where should I assign you?"

[Which one should I choose? Which one should I choose?] Ethan began to make a comedic statement.

"..." The Sorting Hat fell strangely silent.

[Hey, hey, hey, brother, why are you silent? Talk to me for two more dollars! ]

"..."

[Look at this guy, he's so lame, he fell silent after just a few words. ]

"..."

[Unlike me, I am very brave and I am very good at speaking. ]

"..."

[Maomao, Maomao, I've said so much to you, you won't be jealous, will you? You won't be angry, will you? You won't not give me a house, will you? Unlike me, I will only feel sorry for Maomao~]

"..."

[I am waiting for you to come back here~ Waiting for you to come back and see the peach blossoms bloom~]

[Come back soon~ I can’t handle it alone~]

【Never gonna give you up~ Never gonna let you down~ Never gonna run around and desert you~】

"…Perhaps I should get your opinion. Which college are you interested in?"

[Hey, you finally said something. As for the academy... you can do whatever you want. If it doesn't work, just do anything. ]

"Casually? Sorting is a serious matter, how can we just take it lightly? Everyone else is extremely nervous, but this is the first time I've seen someone as off-kilter as you."

【That gives me a whole lot of power. 】

"Ah... you want to seek excitement? I think I understand, you can go--"

"Gryffindor!"

As the Sorting Hat loudly announced Ethan's belonging, the long table belonging to Gryffindor erupted in deafening cheers. Ethan waited for Professor McGonagall to take off the hat, then stood up and walked to one side of the long table to sit down, greeting the students sitting on his left and right.

"Hey, good evening everyone. Please give me your guidance in the future."

"Welcome to Gryffindor, er, 亻尹..." A red-haired senior student sitting on his left wanted to say hello, but was choked by his name.

"Yi Sen, my last name is Yi Sen, just call me Ethan."

"Okay, Ethan. My name is Percy, Percy Weasley. I'm the prefect of Gryffindor." Percy and Ethan shook hands.

"Ethan! You are the one..." The red-haired boy with freckles sitting opposite Ethan exclaimed in a low voice, "I heard my father mention you."

"Ron, you can't say that here," Percy interrupted.

"Sorry, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley, Percy's brother, nice to meet you, Ethan."

"Nice to meet you too."

Ron Weasley. The youngest son of the Weasley family, a member of the Gryffindor deduction team. The most outrageous thing he has ever done is sleeping with a middle-aged man for three years.

After Ron greeted Ethan, he started talking quietly with the boy next to him.

[Hmm, scarred head, glasses, it must be Harry Potter. So the person sitting on my left should be...]

Ethan turned and glanced at the girl on his left.

Well, messy hair, big front teeth, it's Hermione, the curly queen.

[Then this is...] Ethan looked at the twin brothers on the other side of Ron, who were teasing Percy and making him angry.

Well, the Bludger brothers, the Weasley twins.

"Everyone, please pay attention." Professor McGonagall tapped the glass with a spoon.

Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them. It seemed that nothing made him happier than to see the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is: "Idiot! Crybaby! Scum! Screw! Thank you all!"

Everyone applauded and cheered, and he waved his hands: "Now, the banquet begins!"

The empty plates on the long table were suddenly filled with food: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, chicken legs, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, chips, Yorkshire puddings, and, for some odd reason, mint candies.

Ethan rubbed his hands, put a little of each meat on the plate, picked up the knife and fork and prepared to eat.

"It looks really good." A ghost wearing a ruffled collar floated up from the middle plate and said sourly while watching Ethan chewing on the lamb chops.

"Then why don't you come over for a bit?" Harry chimed in.

"I have not eaten for four hundred years," the ghost sighed. "I do not need food, but I certainly miss its deliciousness. I suppose I have not introduced myself yet? Sir Nicholas of Mimsy, resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."

"I know who you are!" Ron said, swallowing the chicken leg in his mouth. "My two brothers told me about you - you are the 'Nearly Headless Nick'!"

"I prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas of Minsy." Sir Nicholas, who is almost headless, looked a little uneasy.

"'Almost headless'? How did you almost lose your head?" asked curious baby Hermione.

"Like this." Nick grabbed his hair and pulled it to the right. His head tilted to the side like an open box, with only a small piece of skin connecting his head to his body. It seemed that someone had cut off his head, but did not cut it completely.

Hermione looked constipated and turned her head away.

"Wow, look at this cross section." Ethan carefully examined the blood vessels and muscle texture on Nick's neck and said in amazement, "Just looking at the number of flesh flaps, you must have been hit at least thirty times."

"Forty-four to be exact," Nearly Headless Nick was a little disappointed to see that Ethan was not frightened. He gently bounced his head back onto his neck and cleared his throat, "Okay, new Gryffindor students! I hope you can help us win the House Cup this school year, okay? Gryffindor has never gone so long without winning a prize - Slytherin has won six consecutive championships! Slytherin's ghost bloody Baron is showing off every day, which is really unbearable."

Ethan glanced at the Weasley twins who buried their heads and pretended to be ostriches when they heard this, and immediately understood everything. He looked at the three protagonists next to him and sighed secretly.

"What a bad fate!"

After everyone had eaten their fill, the remaining food disappeared from the plates. The plates and forks became clean as before. After a while, the plates were filled with puddings, cakes and other desserts.

Ethan took a piece of cream cake and ate it with a fork. At this time, the topic of discussion at the table turned to their respective families.

"I'm a half-blood." Seamus Finnigan said, "My father is a Muggle. My mother didn't tell him that she was a witch until she got married. He was really scared."

Everyone laughed, and Hermione asked Ethan: "What about you, Ethan?"

"Me? My parents are both gone." Ethan swallowed the cake in his mouth and said indifferently, "I don't even know if they are Muggles or wizards."

"Uh... sorry, I didn't mean it." Hermione apologized uncomfortably, and the atmosphere at the long table became slightly awkward.

"I don't care, don't worry about it." Ethan spread his hands.

At this moment, Harry suddenly asked, "Percy, who is the teacher sitting next to Professor Quirrell and talking to him?"

Ethan and Percy looked in the direction of Harry's finger and saw Professor Quirrell, with a ridiculous scarf wrapped around his head, talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.

"That's Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to teach it - everyone knows he covets Professor Quirrell's job. Snape is very good at the Dark Arts."

"Why is his hair so greasy? Doesn't he ever wash his hair?" Ethan joked, glancing at the teachers behind the long table.

"I don't know. No one dared to ask." Percy shrugged.

Ethan soon saw Professor Figo at the corner of the long table. Professor Figo also noticed Ethan's gaze, raised his head and smiled at him, raising his glass to signal him.

Ethan smiled back, raised his gold-plated glass to signal Professor Figo, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Chapter 10 Good night and sweet dreams to all freshmen

Finally, the pudding disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, and the restaurant returned to silence.

"Well, now that everyone has had enough to eat and drink, I want to say a few words to everyone. At the beginning of the term, I want to give you a few tips.

"First-year students, please note that no student is allowed to enter the woods on campus. Some of our senior students should also remember this."

Dumbledore's shining eyes swept towards the Weasley twins.

"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors between classes.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team please contact Mrs. Huo Qi.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

"Weird." Percy frowned.

"what happened?"