Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Ah~~"

Just after Clark and the others dealt with the conflict, twenty or so ghosts suddenly came in from the walls and ceiling.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts whispered as they slid across the room, causing some timid children to scream.

In fact, even children from wizard families rarely see ghosts outside. Except for some castles with ancient magic circles, only Hogwarts can see a lot of ghosts.

And this just proves what Clark just said, these ghosts are all because they were absorbed by Hogwarts Castle when they entered the school, so that after death, the soul returns to Hogwarts Castle to become ghosts .

Therefore, these ghosts are also very friendly, after all, they were also former students of Hogwarts.

"Newborn!"

A chubby monk-like ghost smiled at them and said, "I think, you are probably going to be tested, right?"

Some students nodded silently.

"Hope you can get a Hufflepuff!" said the friar, "I used to be at that college."

"It's better to go to Gryffindor, that's the academy that men should go to!"

"Shit, Gryffindors are all barbarians, and we Slytherins are where we can really learn magic!"

These ghosts quarreled as they talked, and the chaotic scene didn't stop until Professor McGonagall came back. They fluttered, filed into the wall and disappeared.

"Now, in a single line," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students, "follow me."

The little wizards lined up in a row, with Clark walking at the very center, Hermione and Neville following behind him, and Ron standing at the front, as if he wanted to stay far away from Clark.

They walked out of the room, passed through the entrance hall, and after passing through a double door, entered an incomparably luxurious auditorium.

On the velvet-black ceiling, twinkling stars, thousands of candles, floating in the air like jellyfish, illuminated the entire auditorium.

Under the stars, all the classmates except the first-year freshmen were already sitting around four long tables, full of gleaming gold plates and goblet glasses.

On the upper stage of the auditorium, there is another long table, which is the seat of the teachers.

Professor McGonagall took the first-year students over there and had them line up facing all the seniors, with the teachers behind them.

The candlelight above his head flickered, and hundreds of faces stared at them like pale lanterns. Ghosts were also among the students, shimmering dimly with silver light.

This is such a magical and wonderful place!

"The ceiling here is enchanted and looks like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History of the School."

Hermione stood beside Clark like this and whispered to him, her voice full of pride that could not be concealed.

And Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year freshman, and then placed a patched, well-worn pointed wizard hat on the stool.

The pulp on the wizard's hat reflected the bright candlelight, and at first glance it seemed that the vicissitudes of the years had been left on the body.

There was silence in the entire auditorium. Under the gazes of everyone, the hat twisted and cracked a wide slit, like a mouth, and began to sing:

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance. If you can find a hat more beautiful than me, I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and your silk top hats smooth and crisp. I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, which is naturally much taller than yours.

Any thoughts hidden in your mind can't escape the golden eyes of the Sorting Hat. Put it on and try it. I will tell you which college you should be assigned to.

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is courage buried in the heart, their courage, courage and chivalry make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to Hufflepuff, where people are upright and loyal, and Hufflepuff students are stoic and honest, not afraid of hard work;

If you are shrewd, you may enter the wise old Ravenclaw, those who are wise and learned will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you will enter Slytherin and make sincere friends here, but those cunning and insidious people will use all means to achieve their goals.

Come put me on! Don't be afraid! Don't panic!

In my hands (though I don't even have one), you are absolutely safe!

Because I am a thinking hat!"

In the splendid auditorium, the dilapidated Sorting Hat sang the last sentence. When it finished singing, the audience burst into applause.

The hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, then stood still.

"Looks like we just need to put on this hat."

Hermione whispered to Clark, "Oh, that's too bad, the spells I taught myself won't work anymore."

The breath of speaking blew on his ears, making it ticklish. Clark smiled lightly, speechless for her slightly ostentatious words.

Of course, wearing a hat is much better than casting a spell in front of everyone, at least it won't make him feel like a showman under the bridge. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Perhaps the only thing he was worried about was the actual principle of this hat?

Is it a solidified Dementorism spell? Or is it just a mental perception that can only read the superficial mind?

Clark doesn't know, at least from the original book, it seems that it is safer than facing Dumbledore, the White Devil.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

Hannah, who was always the first, stumbled out of the queue and put on her hat, which just covered her eyes.

She sat down, paused for a moment—

"Hufflepuff!" cried the hat.

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, welcoming her to take a seat at their table.

Clark even saw the fat monk ghost just now waving to her happily.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" cried the hat again. Susan quickly ran to Hannah and sat down.

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

This time, the second table from the left clapped.

When Terry joined them, several Ravenclaw students stood up to shake his hand.

Mandy Blohe was also assigned to Ravenclaw, and Lavender Brown became the first freshman in Gryffindor. The table farthest to the left immediately burst into cheers, and Clark saw his own Two cousins, George and Fred, whistled loudly.

Then Millicent Bird became a new Slytherin.

The entire team was like this, moving forward little by little.