Reborn at Hogwarts - Chapter 105

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After telling Ivan the password of the principal’s office, Professor McGonagall patted him on the shoulder, then looked away, and said loudly to the students who were still waiting:

“Okay, hurry up and take your seats in the auditorium, the prefects pay attention to maintaining order.”

After finishing speaking, she turned around and left in a hurry. Judging from the direction she was leaving, she should be heading directly to where the freshman was.

“Hey, Ivan, aren’t you going to watch the sorting ceremony?”

Ivan heard someone in the Gryffindor team shout, and he followed the sound, and it was indeed the twin brothers who spoke. Ivan waved to them and walked into the castle along the steps.

“Everyone follow us!” Before entering the castle, he heard Allen shout at the top of his voice.

…

Because the students were all gathering towards the auditorium, even the ubiquitous ghosts in the past were gone, and the Hogwarts Castle at this time seemed extraordinarily quiet,

“…It feels like traveling at night.”

As Ivan walked slowly towards the principal’s office, he wondered in his mind why Dumbledore called him over.

When taking Ivan to Nurmengard, Dumbledore said he would take him home before school started.

But because of the message about the Philosopher’s Stone ring from the “saints” under Grindelwald, the study in Nurmengard had to be suspended in advance. Grindelwald notified Dumbledore by some means, and hurriedly The old bee who came over didn’t ask any more questions, and directly took Ivan back to London with apparation.

It can be seen that Dumbledore was very preoccupied at the time, so Ivan didn’t find a chance to tell him about his learning results.

Now he told himself to go over, which should be the reason.

But why did you choose the time when the sorting ceremony was held?

Although Ivan himself didn’t want to participate, he still had some doubts in his heart.

After all, according to what the old bee did last year, Ivan always believed that Dumbledore wanted him and Zoe to join the fight against Voldemort, so there was no reason for him to avoid the branch where he had the opportunity to meet Harry Potter ceremony.

Did something unexpected happen?

Ivan came to the eighth floor of the castle.

He saw the stone lion lying lazily on the ground at a glance.

But before he walked out and continued to walk, a figure suddenly came out from the corner on the other side.

A black robe with a hood covering the face.

Ivan’s eyelids twitched suddenly, and he looked at the person walking towards him in disbelief.

“Why are you here? Haven’t you already left?”

…

In the Hogwarts auditorium, the old students were already seated at the long tables of their respective colleges, while the freshmen lined up in front of a four-legged stool, watching Professor McGonagall nervously and curiously place a piece of paper on it. Top wizard hat.

“Uh—looks dirty.”

Harry heard Ron whisper behind him.

“Shut up, Ron,” Hermione reprimanded in a low voice, “everyone is quiet.”

So Ron fell silent, and Harry felt him poke him in the back, probably asking for Harry’s help to speak. But Harry ignored it, and he focused his attention on the tattered hat, wondering whether he would need the little wizards to conjure a rabbit out of it later – he didn’t have the ability.

Although on the way to the auditorium, Hagrid had already quietly told him not to worry, most of the new students here had no foundation in magic like him, but Harry always felt that Hagrid was trying to comfort him.

Look at Hermione – she is also a freshman, her parents are Muggles, but she doesn’t know how much better than him in her understanding of magic.

In the box of the Hogwarts Express, Hermione had a lively discussion with the second-year girl named Zoe, and tried to cast a few small magic spells, all of which were very effective.

Zoe even praised Hermione for doing better than many second years, which made Hermione’s jaw drop even higher.

As for Ron—well, Ron, who came from a wizarding family, looked similar to him and hadn’t practiced magic before entering school, but he obviously knew more than him.

And that Draco Malfoy who spoke to him in line just now, although he looked arrogant and obnoxious, seemed to be—

“Hannah Abbott!”

Harry’s contemplation was interrupted by a loud shout. The boy looked up and saw Professor McGonagall holding a roll of parchment in his hand, standing by the four-legged stool and looking around.

A rosy-cheeked little girl with two blond braids stumbled out of the queue and put on her hat, which just covered her eyes. She sat down. Pause for a moment—

“Hufflepuff!” shouted the hat.

The table on the right applauds Hannah and welcomes her to their table. Harry saw a fat ghost and waved happily to her.

“His name is Fat Friar, isn’t he?” Harry whispered to a girl beside him.

“Really?” the girl said perfunctorily, she looked so nervous that she was not in the mood to talk to Harry at all. After Professor McGonagall called out the name of “Susan Bones”, she straightened her back suddenly, walked forward stiffly, and sat on the four-legged stool.

“Hufflepuff!” the hat called again. Susan quickly ran to Hannah and sat down.

“Looks like we’ll just have to put on that hat,” Harry heard Ron mutter under his breath, “I’m going to kill Fred, he sounds like he’s going to fight a troll. ”

Harry forced a smile. Of course, wearing a hat was better than casting a spell, but he still didn’t want to wear it in public.

Next, the students were called to the front of the stage one by one by Professor McGonagall. Whenever the Sorting Hat announced the house they were assigned to, the corresponding long table burst into cheers and applause. Harry noticed that Gryffindor Loudest of all, followed by Slytherins, and then Hufflepuffs.

As for Ravenclaw—they were more reserved, and they were very happy when they could see that the freshman cup was allocated, but they just clapped their hands as much as possible, and the cheers were not loud.

“I hope to be sorted into Ravenclaw.”

said Hermione, her voice strained.

“Why? Gryffindor is the best!” Ron’s voice sounded very puzzled and slightly angry.

“I like Ravenclaw better.” Hermione stopped talking to Ron after finishing speaking.

Harry wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to the small quarrel between the two. He found that sometimes the hat called out the name of the college immediately, but other times it took a while to make a decision. For example, Seamus Finnigan, the sandy-haired boy next to Harry, sat on the stool for almost a full minute before the hat announced that he was sorted into Gryffindor.

“Hermione Granger!” cried Professor McGonagall.

Hermione almost ran to the stool and hurriedly put her hat on her head.

“I hope she doesn’t go to the same college as me.” Ron snorted.

Like Seamus Finnigan, after the Sorting Hat was put on Hermione’s head, there was a long silence.