Inside the carriage, the four talked a lot about the topic of Sorting.
As the sky gradually darkened, a mountain and forest appeared under the deep purple sky.
The train seemed to slow down.
"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train and we will take you to the school." The voice echoed in the train.
"Oh, we should change into robes!"
After changing into robes, Harry was so nervous that his stomach turned upside down. He stuffed the remaining candies into his pockets and rushed forward with the crowd in the aisle.
Damon got off the train. The night chill refreshed him and an excited smile appeared on his face, which made the little witches around him who were secretly paying attention to him tremble.
A lamp was swaying above the students' heads, and a muffled voice was shouting:
"First-year students! First-year students, come over here! Harry, come over here, how are you?"
"Oh, Hagrid!" Harry looked at the giant with a big beard, and happily led his friends forward, not noticing that Damon beside him was staring with his eyes wide open.
"Come on, follow me, are there any first-year students? Watch your step, all right! First-year students, follow me!"
"Turn this corner, and you'll see Hogwarts for the first time soon." Hagrid shouted back, followed by a loud "Oh!"
A black lake suddenly opened up at the end of the narrow path. On the high hillside on the other side of the lake stood a towering castle, with spires and windows twinkling under the starry sky.
"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid pointed to a team of small boats moored on the shore and said loudly.
Damon stepped on the boat with interest, watching the ripples on the surface of the black lake, and the other three followed closely.
Crossing the Black Lake, approaching the cliffs, passing through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff, following the tunnel to the underground dock, and finally climbing onto a ground of gravel and pebbles.
Hagrid raised a huge fist and knocked on the castle door three times.
The door opened immediately, and a tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes stood in front of the door. She looked serious, but she slowed down slightly after seeing Damon in the crowd.
"I am Professor McGonagall, and welcome to Hogwarts."
"Now, line up in a single file and follow me."
Damon stood in the queue and entered the luxurious restaurant through a double door, ignoring the old students who had already sat down at the four tables, leisurely admiring the thousands of candles floating in the air and the velvety black ceiling - stars were twinkling on it.
While Damon was admiring these strange views, most people in the audience also cast their eyes on him, including Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting on a large golden chair in the center of the guest of honor.
The much-anticipated sorting ceremony began.
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Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a pointed wizard hat on the stool. The hat was patched, worn, and extremely dirty.
"Is this the Sorting Hat?"
Damon looked at the dirty Sorting Hat, wondering if he should give it a good wash someday. The hat seemed to sense his thoughts, twisted, and began to sing.
You may not think I'm pretty,
but don't judge people by appearances.
If you can find a prettier hat than mine,
I can eat myself.
Come and wear me!
Don't be afraid!
Don't panic!
In my hands (even though I don't even have a hand)
you are absolutely safe because I am a magic hat that can think!
After the magic hat finished singing, Damon was the first to applaud, and even shouted "good", which made Harry look strange. Damon, who had been very calm in the carriage, gave him the feeling that he was drunk at this time, and his emotions were frighteningly high?
At this time, Professor McGonagall walked forward a few steps, holding a roll of parchment in her hand:
"Whoever's name I call now, put on the hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting."
"Hannah Abbott!"
A ruddy-faced little girl with two golden braids stumbled out of the line and put on the hat, which just covered her eyes.
She sat down.
After a pause, "Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted.
The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, welcoming her to sit at their table.
"Susan Burns!" "Hufflepuff!" the hat shouted again.
The Sorting Hat's decision was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and soon it was Damon's acquaintance's turn.
"Hermione Granger!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and hurriedly put the hat on her head.
"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted.
Then-"Harry Potter!"
As Harry walked forward, there was a sudden buzzing and whispering sound in the restaurant like the hissing of a small flame.
"Potter, is it calling Potter?" "Is it that Harry Potter?"
There was a commotion in the crowd. I don't know what they were talking about. Some male students started cheering loudly with excitement.
"He is actually Harry Potter!"
"He is worthy of being the savior. No wonder he can defeat the fourth-year students!"
The girls screamed in surprise, and their voices were so loud that even the teachers in the guest seats looked at them sideways.
Snape, who was wearing a black robe and had long hair that looked as if it had not been washed for ten thousand years, sneered:
"Harry Potter, the savior? What a sensation, isn't it?"
Dumbledore looked up and looked at the red-faced teenager, and said in surprise:
"I didn't expect him to cause such a sensation."
But when Harry walked to the four-cornered stool, the two were dumbfounded again - the commotion in the audience disappeared instantly after they saw Harry's face clearly, and the atmosphere changed from warm to cold so quickly that it was simply jaw-dropping.
But after a while, the chattering of discussion sounded again from underground - after all, it was Harry Potter, the living savior!
Harry put the Sorting Hat on his head with a red face, twisted it down hard, and wished he could bury his entire face with the hat - he knew what those people were discussing! It
was terrible that they mistook him for Damon!
In the end, under Harry's strong will, he went to Gryffindor.
Although everyone's mood dropped a little because of the previous mistake, they still gave Harry loud cheers and applause, but - there seemed to be some hesitation in the cheers and applause?
But Harry was very nervous at this time and didn't notice this.
Relieved, Harry quickly moved his eyes to the place where he stood before - Damon hadn't been sorted yet, where would he go?
There were only four students left in the field who hadn't been assigned yet. The new and old students finally saw the person they were looking for clearly in the waiting line.
What would his name be? !
"Lisa Dupin" "Ravenclaw!"
There were only three left.
The students looked eagerly, and their eyes were fixed on the most handsome boy among them!
"Ron Weasley!" "Gryffindor!"
The red-haired Ron thought those eyes were looking at him, and his steps on the stage were a little trembling, secretly hoping that no one saw him.
After he returned to his seat after the sorting, cheers like a landslide and tsunami suddenly broke out behind him!
"Damon White!"
As the name sounded, the figure that attracted all the students' attention began to step forward. A little witch finally couldn't hold back her excitement, and as she screamed, the entire auditorium turned into a noisy storm.
Wow!
As the
figure stepped forward, the entire auditorium erupted with the loudest cheers in history, like a wave, which lasted for a long time.
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