Chapter 18 The Nature of the Wizard

Some people came out with their own jokes, some people came out with bgm, and some people thought bgm was not enough, so they simply carried the stereo.

But in front of this tall black-haired witch in an emerald green robe, without any bells and whistles, she came with the cold wind blowing towards her face.

There was silence all around, and none of the little wizards who had complained just now dared to speak.

Professor McGonagall, one of the Weasley brothers most feared, looked so serious, pursing his lips.

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said quickly, avoiding the witch's eyes.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me to pick you up from here."

Hagrid gave William a good-luck look, turned hastily and walked in from the other side.

It looked like he was panicking too.

Can you not be frightened? !

Hagrid used magic in violation of regulations many times during the summer vacation, and secretly bought a three-headed dog that was banned by the Ministry of Magic... Now is the time to be a thief.

Even McGonagall is still his elementary school girl!

Professor McGonagall opened the door wide, revealing a luxurious marble staircase leading upstairs. The surrounding stone walls were filled with flaming torches, and the ceiling was barely visible.

The first-year students followed Professor McGonagall along the stone-paved floor, and there were hundreds of people humming from the door on the right.

But Professor McGonagall did not lead them directly into the hall, but turned a corner and walked to the other side of the hall, in a small empty room.

Everyone swarmed in, rubbing shoulders together, staring nervously at everything around them.

"First of all, welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said, "The opening banquet is about to start, but before you go to the dining room, I want you all to determine which academy you are going to enter. "

"Classification is an important ceremony because the house is like your home at Hogwarts while you are at school.

You will take classes with other students in the college, live in the college dormitory together, and spend your spare time in the college common room together. "

"The names of the four Houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house, with its own glorious history, has produced outstanding witches and wizards.

During your time at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn your house extra points, and any non-compliance will cost your house a penalty.

At the end of the year, the college with the highest score will receive the College Cup, which is a very high honor.

I hope you, no matter which college you are assigned to, can win glory for the college, instead of being naughty all day long! "

Professor McGonagall's last words, the voice of the elder, also glanced at William.

Through those stern eyes, William felt that the other party knew what was going on on the train.

His intuition has always been accurate!

However, at most, he can only be regarded as the most inconspicuous one among the many accomplices.

Compared with the heinous and wicked main criminals, the Weasley brothers, and the sniffle, William is not worth mentioning at all!

He so comforted his young and fragile heart.

Fortunately, Mag just glanced at William, and did not sneak him out to criticize in public.

William wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt that if his mental quality was low, he would probably be scared to cry directly?

As expected of Professor McGonagall!

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest you relieve your nervousness."

"I'll pick you up when it's ready over there." Professor McGonagall turned and walked into the hall. She turned her head and said, "Please keep quiet while you wait."

But as soon as Professor McGonagall left the room, the crowd began to buzz.

"How can they accurately assign us to which college?" a girl asked William, looking at him.

This man was Marietta Ackermore, who had just been squeezed into a small boat with William when he almost took his hand and squeezed into his arms, shivering.

William didn't speak, and as a repertoire, he didn't know how to sort.

A boy called Cormac McLaggen on the side, proudly showed off: "Don't worry about the test, I will definitely be admitted, my uncle..."

His uncle Tiberius was acquainted with Rufus Scrimgeour of the Ministry of Magic, who was the head of the Auror office.

This time, McLaggen has repeated it four or five times.

Human beings are repeaters, and wizards are no exception to this.

McLaggen also boasted of his flying talent, saying he would be the youngest player ever to enter the Quidditch team in his first year.

The boy said, giving William a defiant look.

This attitude probably started when he knew that William was only a Muggle.

William touched his wand, trying to quietly give him a Silence Charm to lock his noisy mouth, but Professor McGonagall just happened to come over.

William immediately pretended to be honest.

And so McLaggen suffered, with Professor McGonagall standing behind him like a ghost, and the boy was still chattering about his uncle's friend.

"Don't worry about your uncle, you are talking so much nonsense, I will definitely send you home!" Professor McGonagall said sternly.

McLaggen's legs went weak with fright, and he shuddered, nearly knocking Marietta Ackermore over.

The girl gave him a death stare and moved towards William, as if she wanted to hide in his arms so that she could feel safe.

Qiu was behind Professor McGonagall, winking and beckoning William to seize the opportunity.

Take a shit chance! William said that he came to study, not to fall in love!

Of course, if a witch is good looking, he doesn't mind being a soul mate with her!

But Marietta Aikemo, this little girl, must have no chance.

"Ah" - a scream came suddenly.

McLaggen howled, and it turned out that there were several ghosts behind him.

He was too frightened to breathe, and so were the people around him, and the temperature of the entire room seemed to drop a bit.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts slid across the room, whispering and paying little attention to these first-year students, who seemed to be arguing.

"Hurry up and get the bloody Barrow back, only he can control Peeves." A ghost wearing a corrugated collar tights said so.

"Barrow the bloody went to Ms. Grey, you know, something went wrong in the Ravenclaw lounge recently," said a chubby little monk-like ghost.

"So let's give Peeves another chance, just let him attend the party—"

"Absolutely impossible! My good friar, haven't we given Peeves enough chances? But he's smearing us all—hey, I say, what are you doing here?"

The ghost in the corrugated leotard suddenly spotted a freshman.

McLaggen was so frightened that he quickly hid behind William, which made Professor McGonagall's pursed lips even tighter.

"Newborn!" the chubby monk smiled at them. "I think, presumably preparing for a test?"

William nodded friendly.

"Hope you get a Hufflepuff!" said the monk. "I used to go to that house."

The ghosts walked towards the hall, drifting through the opposite wall and disappeared, and Professor McGonagall's voice sounded again.

"Move forward now, the sorting ceremony is about to begin." Professor McGonagall said to the first-year freshman.

Everyone walked honestly towards the hall.

——————I am the delimiter of the repeater ———

In order to entreat everyone's recommendation, McLaggen will read it a hundred times during the sorting.