days at Hogwarts

Chapter 13 In the branch, where the dream begins
Following Professor McGonagall to a small empty room, all the freshmen huddled together, staring nervously at everything around them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall introduced Hogwarts in a gentle voice, about the four houses, and about the House Cup.

Light shone through the eyes of all the little wizards, and for some of them the world was different.

"...I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you can win glory for the college."

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that while you are waiting, you should tidy up your appearance and keep quiet. I will pick you up later." After speaking, Professor McGonagall left the room.

The little wizards were talking to each other after a while.

Harry asked Ron and Neville, who came from wizarding families: "How did they manage to put us in exactly which house?"

Hermione also pricked up her ears, waiting for an answer.

"A test, I suppose. Fred said it hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking."

Harry and Hermione shuddered again, filled with panic.

"[Repair as before]..." Hermione began to silently recite the spells she knew.

Loren was worried whether the Sorting Hat would see the memories of his previous life, and whether he would be regarded as an evil dark wizard.No one really got sorted into Azkaban at the beginning of Hogwarts.

He hadn't thought about it before, he believed that Dumbledore and Snape wouldn't be prying into the minds of first-year students.But I forgot there is such a thing as the sorting hat.

A group of ghosts came out of the back wall and chatted with the freshmen, comforting them and introducing their colleges.But it just didn't disclose the specific process, which made Hermione very anxious.

Not long after, Professor McGonagall came back and directed the students to line up in a single row through the foyer and into the luxurious dining room.

The magic on the dome brought the starry sky at night into the auditorium, and students from four colleges sat around the four long tables in the center, and the tables were full of shining gold plates and goblets.The table in front is the seat of the professors.

All eyes were on the group of freshmen.

Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool in front of it, on which stood a battered pointed wizard's hat.

The new student watched helplessly as the mouth-like opening in the hat opened, and began to sing:
...put it on and try it, and I'll tell you,
Which college should you go to.

You may belong to Gryffindor,
There is courage buried in the bottom of my heart,
Their courage, boldness and chivalry,

Make Gryffindor stand out;
You may belong to Hufflepuff,
The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuffs are stoic and honest,

Not afraid of hard work;

If you're smart,
Into wise old Ravenclaw, perhaps,
Those who are wise and learned,

Will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,
Maybe you make a true friend here,
But those cunning and insidious people will do everything possible to
to achieve their goals.

Come put on me!Don't be afraid!
Never panic! ...

After singing, the freshmen understood the sorting process and relaxed.

Except for Ron, who was frightened by all kinds of scary rumors about Fred for a long time, and he yelled to wring Fred's neck off.

The sorting process officially started, and Professor McGonagall began to shout: "Hannah Abbott"

Loren finally saw the head of the Hogwarts freshman eldest sister. The little girl had two golden braids, staggered up and sat down, and put on her hat.

"Hufflepuffs!"

The little wizards of the Hufflepuffs burst into applause, all were welcome, pure-bloods and half-bloods alike.

When Hermione's name was read, the little girl hurried up, and before the hat was put on, the Sorting Hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

Hermione sat on the long table in Gryffindor, slowed her heartbeat and breathing, and then stared at Loren.People always want to stay with people who are more familiar when they are in an unfamiliar environment.

"Loren Morgan."

It was finally his turn. At this moment, Loren was worried about his little secret, and his heart couldn't stop speeding up.

"Oh, strange boy, there is a cloud of fog in your mind, and you don't look very smart." The Sorting Hat whispered.

Although Loren felt that this was a personal attack, he was also relieved. It seemed that the Sorting Hat could not see the previous memories.

"Hufflepuff is a good choice." The Sorting Hat continued, very good, the attack has affected the little badgers.

Loren relaxed, and his thoughts couldn't help but wander: it's not Azkaban.

"What's in your head? How could it be Azkaban?" the Sorting Hat asked.

Loren shivered and didn't answer.

"Okay, okay, then—" the Sorting Hat dragged on:

"Gryffindor!"

Finding a vacant seat at the Gryffindor table, Loren put his heart and butt down.

When the branch ended, the little wizards below were basically looking at the professor on the stage.

The most eye-catching is the silver-haired Albus Dumbledore, who looks very old but very energetic.

"Fools! Crying noses! Dregs! Twist! Thank you all!"

Dumbledore stood up and said a few words that made people think that he was out of his mind.

But when Percy explained to everyone that Dumbledore was the best wizard in the world, those few words seemed to have a lot of meaning.

The dishes on the table kept coming out of food, roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, carrots and potatoes that Loren remembered so well.

The atmosphere of the banquet rushed to a climax, and the freshmen talked happily with the ghost.

A ghost calls itself "Sir Nicholas of Mimsy" and is less inclined to talk about his own head.But in the end, under the expectant eyes of everyone, he swayed his head and slid off his neck.

Loren feasted his eyes, and said to him with some regret: "If you can live until Louis XVI improves the guillotine, you won't have this trouble."

Next, he and Sir Nicholas began to discuss Louis XVI and his guillotine. At the end, Sir Nicholas paid great respect to Louis XVI.

After the main course, there were various desserts. Loren took several flavors of pudding and tasted them slowly one by one, and hid one for supper.

The conversation turned to their respective families.

Ron and Neville are both pure-blood wizards, but such families are still a minority.Most of them are half-and-half hybrids like Seamus, and the rest are lucky little wizards from Muggle families like Hermione and Loren.

Amidst the laughter, Loren saw black shadows flashing on Professor Snape's arm and Harry's scar at the same time, which was particularly dazzling under the soft light in the hall.

The shadow faded quickly, but the scarf on Professor Quirrell's head began to glow black again, and it lasted for a while.

Prefect Percy introduced everyone one by one. The one in purple is Professor Quirrell, who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts.The black robe and hooked nose is Professor Snape of Potions, who is very good at black magic.

Harry silently took the professor to heart.

Professor Snape in the distance noticed those eyes early in the morning, and the memories were flooded like sea water, and complicated emotions stirred up storms again and again in his heart.

That child is not very attractive, but has a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Oh, everyone is finished eating now. I want to say a few more words to everyone..." Principal Dumbledore told everyone not to enter the woods, not to cast spells in the corridor, and then frantically emphasized the corridor on the right of the fourth floor.

Loren believes that this somewhat means that there is no silver 300 taels here.

At the end of the dinner, there was an indescribable school song, with the melody of "Funeral March", which was sung with great interest, and Loren listened with great interest.He will definitely teach the twins lost rivers before graduation, it must be a fun scene.

After the meeting, the freshmen dragged their tired bodies back to the lounge with their seniors.Loren and his party followed Percy and saw the fat lady in the portrait.

Loren, Harry, Ron, Neville, and Seamus were assigned to a dormitory.

Even though he was still very tired in the dining room, he was refreshed in the dormitory and didn't want to just go to sleep like this.

After greeting each other, the conversation gradually sounded.Harry and Ron had known each other on the train, Loren and Neville had known each other, and Seamus had known Loren and Neville on the boat.

Everyone talked about sex, and talked about the courses they knew, from Transfiguration to Charms, from herbs to potions.

Neville also knew some, but he was not very good at speaking, and he stuttered when he spoke too quickly.Mostly Ron was saying that he was enjoying the scene.

Harry was a little worried about whether he could keep up with the progress. Loren and Neville took turns to comfort him, and he soon felt relieved.

Before going to sleep, Loren saw Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the moon outside the window.

"Harry?" Loren asked.

"Ok?"

"sweet Dreams."……

(End of this chapter)