Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

On the high hillside across the lake stood a towering castle with spires everywhere and windows twinkling under the starry sky.

The black lake remained silent, with a giant squid lurking within. The young wizard carried an oil lamp, its faint light illuminating them both.

The young wizards clung tightly to the ship's edge, afraid they would fall and be dragged to the bottom of the lake by the monster hidden beneath the surface.

Of course, after the young wizards have lived at Hogwarts for a few years, they will gradually discover that the giant squid under the Black Lake is actually quite friendly.

You can gently stroke its tentacles while it basks in the warm, shallow water; some students have even gone swimming in the lake accompanied by the giant squid.

J.K. Rowling, the author of Harry Potter, even made a joke about a giant squid, saying that the giant squid was actually Gryffindor himself.

Hmm. Maybe it's not a joke.

After all, who can truly understand the nature of idealistic magic?

"Fluorescence."

Luke read it softly.

The levitation spell caused the wand to sway in mid-air above the small boat.

Wandless spellcasting requires a powerful and highly skilled wizard to consistently master advanced techniques.

Hermione's eyes widened; she realized she had been too conservative.

In terms of learning.

I've decided. After enrolling, I'll spend all my time in the college library except for attending classes!

Hermione made up her mind in secret.

"Brother, after I enroll in school, can you take me to see the godfather?"

Draco's voice was weak, and his eyes darted around.

"Of course, Draco, but is there something you need? If it's convenient, could you tell me?"

Luke found it strange.

What's wrong with Draco today? He looks so listless.

Where did the arrogant and haughty Ma Aotian go?

"Um... My father has something he wants me to talk to my godfather about."

Draco stammered and spoke rather vaguely.

He glanced nervously at Hermione and Neville, but the two of them didn't pay any attention to Draco at all.

Hermione pulled out her little notebook. Luke had solved many of her problems, and she needed to write them down quickly to avoid making any mistakes.

Neville was staring blankly at Hogwarts not far away.

Even if Draco had explained everything to Neville step by step, Neville would probably have forgotten about it right afterward.

Never underestimate a brain that has survived the Oblivion Curse! — Neville Longbottom

"I understand. I'll talk to the professor about it tonight."

Luke nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Draco's expression finally perked up a bit after hearing this.

Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, had some business dealings with Professor Snape.

He became acquainted with Professor Snape partly because they were both Death Eaters and now traitors, and they wanted to stick together for mutual support.

On the other hand, she had taken a liking to Professor Snape.

His identity!

Professor Snape specializes in Dark Arts and its Defense Against, Potions, Charms, Occlumency, and more.

He is the youngest headmaster in the history of Slytherin House, and will also be the youngest headmaster of Hogwarts in the future.

It was also the shortest-serving principal.

The Malfoy family had already been struggling for years due to the Ministry of Magic's targeting of them.

Even with a wealthy family, one can't just be a fat sheep to be slaughtered.

Lucius might as well go back and join Mystic in enjoying some gossip.

Therefore, in order to prevent his father, Malfoy, from completely squandering the family fortune, Lucius employed various means to maintain the family's financial balance and attempted to achieve profitability.

Professor Snape, who could produce large quantities of high-quality potions and held numerous potion patents, was exactly the kind of talent Lucius needed.

The two have a large amount of business dealings in potions, a fact that many people know.

Old Dumbledore didn't care, since if Old Malfoy made money, the annual funding for Hogwarts would automatically increase.

However, let Draco go to Professor Snape's place to discuss it.

Either the potion ordered this time was insignificant, or old Malfoy wanted his children to get closer to Professor Snape.

Either the potion he needed was something unorthodox, or he didn't dare to come to Professor Snape to discuss it in person.

Judging from Draco's absent-minded appearance now, it's easy to tell which one it is, the former or the latter.

Old Malfoy has only enjoyed a few years of peaceful life, and now he wants to jump out and get involved in the underworld again?

"Lower your head!"

Hagrid shouted as the first small boats approached the cliff.

In fact, the only one who truly needed to bow his head was Hagrid, a half-giant who was nearly four meters tall.

Luke's attention was diverted, not by Hagrid's reminder, but by the immense magical energy swirling above.

As the young wizards embark on their journey, magic begins to entwine around each newborn.

The reason why the new generation should follow the path taken by the four great founders is not because crossing the lake is merely a Hogwarts tradition.

More importantly, it allows the young wizards to form a pact with the castle.

Ritual magic?

Luke pondered carefully, but didn't gain much.

Although he had lived in the magical world for over ten years, he had been a Squib and had little understanding of the mysteries of magic.

However, in the last few months I've felt like I'm about to throw up.

Luke's lips twitched involuntarily whenever he thought of Professor Snape's torturous teaching methods.

However, besides the entrance ceremony for new students, the headmaster and professors of Hogwarts probably also have similar ceremonies.

I haven't heard Old Deng mention this before; I'll ask him when I have time.

Everyone lowered their heads as the small boat carried them through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff to a hidden, open entrance.

They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to lead them underground to a place resembling an underground dock, and then climbed onto a ground covered with gravel and pebbles.

Then, illuminated by Hagrid's lantern, they climbed a tunnel through the rocky hillside and finally reached a flat, damp meadow in the shadow of the castle.

They climbed a stone staircase and gathered in front of a huge oak door.

Hagrid raised a huge fist and knocked on the castle door three times.

The door slowly opened, and a witch wearing a dark green robe and square glasses stood in front of it.

Professor McGonagall looked at each new student with a serious expression and a focused gaze.

When he saw Luke, his expression softened and his eyes relaxed slightly.

Poor little Luke, if it weren't for those old witches helping him when he was young, he probably would have been sent to meet Merlin by Snape long ago.

Merlin's beard!

Can you imagine a newborn baby drinking a magic potion instead of milk?

However, Luke grew up safely and without incident.

The young wizards lowered their heads and fell silent, unaware of Professor McGonagall's change in expression.

"First-year students, come with me."

I got home at 4 AM this morning, and when I woke up it was already 7:30 PM. I threw up, and my alarm clock didn't even wake me up.

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Chapter 67 Iron Hat King

Professor McGonagall raised her hand, and the door was magically pulled open, with the young wizards following closely behind.

But instead of leading the students to the hall first, she went to a small room first.

Professor McGonagall stopped and waited until all the young wizards had entered before solemnly saying:

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

"The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the auditorium, you all need to decide which college you will be attending."

“Sorting is a very important ceremony.”

Luke blinked; he had heard this phrase many times before.

As a child, Professor Snape didn't know how to take care of children, and with his busy schedule, it was difficult for him to be with Luke all the time.

Moreover, what he does is not suitable for having a child with him.

Fortunately, the professors at the college were kind-hearted, and they arranged their schedules to take turns caring for Luke.

For this reason, Luke occasionally appears at the welcoming ceremony for new students.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, after a large number of Hogwarts students have graduated.

Luke, who was beloved by students and professors, was even given the eerie title of "Son of Hogwarts".

"I'll come and pick you up once everything is ready over there."

"Now, please remain quiet."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she returned to the auditorium first.

"How are they supposed to correctly assign us to other colleges? Do you know?"

"Little Harry, the newbie in magic, asked."

"I think it might be some kind of entrance exam."

Hermione, who was also a bit of a novice, guessed.

But at this moment, Neville's expression changed.

He remembered!

"My uncle told me that we have to fight trolls to get into school!" Neville exclaimed in panic.

Although he couldn't recall what his grandmother had said, he remembered what his uncle had said!

Neville wished he could not remember.

A brain struck by the Oblivion Curse is indeed extraordinary.

Ron nodded vigorously beside him; his brother had said the same thing to him.

Harry and Hermione stared at each other, wondering if the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony was always this Spartan.

Troll: You freshmen, come and attack me?

"I don't think so. Fighting trolls every year, how tiring must those trolls be?"

Luke explained, and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"So I think we should switch to a fire dragon this year."

Luke then added.

Upon hearing this, the freshmen who had just thought Luke's words made sense immediately turned green with anger.

"Luluk, are you kidding me?"

Neville stammered.

He wasn't like Ron, that simpleton who knew nothing but what to eat.