Chapter 361: Sorting - Gryffindor
Chapter 361: Sorting - Gryffindor
Standing at the entrance, the young wizard had light brown hair and an unusually pale complexion, with faint bluish veins visible under the light.
He wore a brand-new black school robe without any extra adornments, and his posture exuded a bit of swagger.
As he was being observed by numerous students and teachers, he didn't show any signs of shyness or embarrassment. Instead, he waved his hand cheerfully and greeted everyone, "Hello, everyone!"
Many students from Gryffindor instinctively waved back, and those from Hufflepuff smiled warmly, while Slytherin and Ravenclaw continued to observe him.
Professor McGonagall frowned and scanned the surroundings. After the students quieted down, she said, "Come with me, Mr. Johnson."
The two walked forward, and Filch placed a small stool, while Professor McGonagall took the Sorting Hat from Dumbledore.
Before entering, Carrel had already learned the sorting procedure from Professor McGonagall. He took the dirty hat, clicked his tongue in disgust, and then placed it on his head.
The pointed hat wobbled slightly on his head, seemingly in a dilemma.
As the seconds ticked by, Ron Weasley muttered, "Is the Sorting Hat malfunctioning? After all, it's been over a thousand years old..."
As if to prove Ron wrong, just as his words trailed off, the Sorting Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Instantly, the Gryffindor table erupted in enthusiastic applause. The Weasley twins banged on the table and shouted, "I knew it! He's definitely Gryffindor material!"
Harry clapped vigorously—his own sorting had taken a long time, and encountering a student who also gave the Sorting Hat a difficult choice made him feel a sense of camaraderie.
But Carrel held onto the hat as if the sorting ceremony wasn't over, until Professor McGonagall forcibly pulled it off his head.
"Oh, you pesky kid!" The Sorting Hat exclaimed angrily, "He almost tore me apart!"
Professor McGonagall suppressed her anger, not wanting to scold a new student on the first day. She said sternly, "Mr. Johnson, you may take a seat at the Gryffindor table."
"Yes, Professor," Carrel replied, feigning innocence.
Professor McGonagall gave him a deep, piercing look, then picked up the hat and stool and strode away.
Carrel found an empty seat and sat down. He shook hands with the students nearby, but before they could introduce themselves, a sumptuous dinner appeared on the long table, with more variety than usual.
The students cheered and eagerly dug in.
Fred leaned over and grabbed a piece of beef, then teased Carrel, "Good job, provoking Professor McGonagall right off the bat. Why didn't you want to let go of the Sorting Hat?"
"Just chatting with it," Carrel smiled mischievously. "I've never seen such an intelligent hat before. It's like it can see right through people's minds."
The Gryffindors weren't interested in this topic.
Angelina said, "Hello, I'm also a Johnson—Angelina Johnson. I've been at Hogwarts for a while, and this is the first time I've seen a transfer student. Which school did you come from?"
"I came from the United States," Carrel replied.
"Is it Ilvermorny?" Percy showed off his knowledge, "I heard that school was established based on Hogwarts, and it's also divided into four houses. Which house were you in?"
"I didn't study at Ilvermorny," Carrel explained. "I was studying under a teacher."
"Oh, a master-apprentice relationship? Not many people do that these days..." Percy nodded in understanding.
Harry whispered to Ron beside him, "Are there other magic schools besides Hogwarts?"
"Of course," Ron replied, counting on his fingers, "I know of Ilvermorny in America, Beauxbatons in France, and Durmstrang in Scandinavia. They're all well-known magic schools."
"I've heard of Durmstrang," Harry said. "I remember Malfoy wanted to go there."
"Yeah, because they teach Dark Arts..." Ron shook his head. "Even if they paid me, I wouldn't go to that school."
"Dark Arts..." Harry was taken aback.
"There's also a school in Brazil called Castro... something." Ron struggled to recall, explaining, "Bill has a pen pal from Brazil who graduated from there."
"Castrobosch," Fred, sitting next to them, corrected. "And I heard there's a Vagadu School of Magic in Africa, where they're good at self-transfiguration..."
The students' discussion shifted to these renowned magic schools worldwide, and Harry was amazed to learn that there were so many schools different from Hogwarts.
Midway through the meal, Cyril turned to Fred beside him and asked, "I know we're in Gryffindor, but where's the Ravenclaw table?"
Fred pointed with his thumb over his shoulder, "It's right there—the one with the bronze and blue colors. The yellow and black one is Hufflepuff, and the remaining one belongs to the cunning Slytherins! They'll pick on you for no reason, so remember to fight back fiercely!"
Cyril didn't pay much attention to what Fred was saying and turned to look at the Ravenclaw table. The identical uniforms seemed to blur everyone's features.
He asked again, "I heard Ved Gre is in Ravenclaw. Where is he sitting?"
"Hmm? Ved? Are you his fan?" Fred looked up, searched, and pointed, "He's sitting right there—the one with black hair."
Cyril looked over and finally found his target among the crowd.
At that moment, Ved seemed to sense their gaze and also looked up, and their eyes met.
After more than two years, both had grown significantly, but their appearance hadn't changed much.
Cyril happily raised his hand and shouted, "Ved!"
Everyone turned to look, but he ignored their stares and picked up his plate, walking down the center aisle of the long table.
Michael raised an eyebrow, watching the transfer student approach with a plate in hand. With a smile, he said, "Long time no see!"
Ved glanced at the staff table, which was also paying attention, and silently sighed, "Long time no see."
Cyril turned to Michael and asked, "Hi, can I switch seats with you?"
Michael smirked, "No."
"Alright," Cyril shrugged, unbothered. He turned to another student and asked, "Hi, can I switch seats with you?"
The student was a younger boy who already looked nervous sitting next to Ved. Hearing this, he immediately nodded and picked up his plate, moving to the end of the long table.
Cyril then sat down casually and even took another piece of bread.
"Honestly, I thought Britain was a food hell! I didn't expect the food at Hogwarts to be pretty good."
Cyril took a bite of the bread, and seeing that Ved was still staring at him, he bluntly asked, "What's with that expression, Ved? Don't you welcome me? I missed you a lot when I was in America!"
(End of Chapter)
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