The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts Chapter 14

[As long as you don't lose your sublime, the whole world will open to you

Arrived at Hogwarts, the first chapter of the main quest opens, and the quest will be unlocked according to the results of the division]

"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid exclaimed, pointing to the small boat moored on the shore. Tom and Hermione got into the boat, Neville followed, and Hagrid was in a boat by himself.

"Are they all on board?" Hagrid shouted, and after getting a positive answer, he announced the departure, and the boats immediately began to travel on their own. The boat sailed across the calm surface of the Black Lake to the bottom of the cliff where Hogwarts Castle was located, under a cliff-covered ivy drapery with a hidden open entrance.

Behind the entrance was a dark tunnel. The boat carried the freshmen through the dark, and finally reached a place similar to an underground pier. The freshmen walked onto a ground paved with gravel and small pebbles.

"Neville, your toad." Tom called Neville to a halt, and Neville landed his toad on the boat again.

"Thank you!" Neville was overjoyed, reaching out and holding Toad in his hands. It can be seen that although this guy is ugly, he is very important to Neville. The freshmen climbed along a tunnel in the rock, eventually reaching a flat, damp meadow in the shadow of the castle.

Now before them was a huge oak door, and Hagrid knocked three times on the castle gate, and it opened. Many young Muggle-born wizards thought there would be a scene similar to Open Sesame, but it didn't, and they could only be disappointed.

The door opened, and Professor McGonagall stood behind the door solemnly. Today she was wearing an emerald green robe with her hair still pulled back in a bun, and she led the first-year freshman into the hall.

The whole hall is luxurious, the ceiling is so high that you can't see the top, the stairs are marble, and the walls are full of flaming torches, illuminating the whole hall as bright as day. People who live in the 21st century and enjoy the convenience of electricity may have no concept of sufficient light. But you know, for most of human history, it was a luxury to have lighting at night. An idiom like "cutting the wall and stealing light" can well reflect this.

Of course, the authenticity of the story behind this idiom is questionable: after all, the ancients did not live next to each other like modern people, and there is a yard between every household. It's kind of creepy to think about. And are you sure you read the book when you squatted against the wall? Not too noisy?

From a door to the right of the foyer came the humming of hundreds of people, presumably the other grades had already taken their seats, but instead of letting them in, Professor McGonagall took them to a different room at the other end of the hall. big empty house.

After Professor McGonagall waited for all the freshmen to come in, he began to give them a brief introduction. She told the freshmen that there was a separation ceremony before the opening banquet. After the separation, everyone would eat, live and study together, and everyone's performance would win or deduct points for their own academies, and there would be a college cup at the end of the year...

"...In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that while you wait, you should sort out yourselves and be more alert." Professor McGonagall's eyes were on the crooked cloak of the Neville Department. , the filth on the tip of Ron's nose and Harry's chicken coop hair swam.

"I'll pick you up when it's ready over there." Professor McGonagall said, "Just wait here, don't move around, keep quiet."

She left the room.

Everyone was relieved.

Professor McGonagall had the temperament of an elementary school head teacher, which made these eleven-year-old wizards tremble like thorns on their backs. So after she left, there was a buzzing sound in the small room, just like the study room where the head teacher left, and then the sound gradually became louder, and finally it seemed that everyone was talking.

Everyone is most concerned about the sorting ceremony. Professor McGonagall talked a lot, but she didn't talk about the most crucial part—that is, how to sort, and she didn't know if it was intentional or not.

"How could they accurately assign us to which house?" Harry asked Ron, and the voices around him fell a bit when he asked this question. Many people know that this red-haired guy has five older brothers who are studying at Hogwarts, and the news in his mouth should be credible.

"Some kind of test, right? Fred said it hurt us a lot," Ron added quickly when he saw the face of the friend he just made turned pale, "but I think he's joking."

I don't know if the branch hurts the students, but the hurt this sentence does to the students is real. Everyone's heart trembled violently, and everyone around was in danger.

"Yes, my cousin also said that he would perform a magic in public." A tall and thin boy echoed Ron.

Harry's heart sank to the bottom: magic? But he doesn't even know a little magic until now, UU reading www.uukanshu. com He somewhat regretted not previewing the textbook during the vacation. He looked around anxiously, but no one spoke. Only Hermione was chanting words, she was reciting the spells she had learned quickly, and from time to time she would ask questions to the boy named Tom next to her. Harry had some trouble imagining when he handed the Dursleys his school's withdrawal letter.

However, Malfoy sneered disdainfully, raised his eyebrows with his arms crossed, and refuted in his lazy voice: "Nonsense! My father is one of the twelve directors of Hogwarts, he told I, the sorting ceremony is to test your talent, and only the most talented pure-blood wizards can enter Slytherin..."

Inexplicably, another scene appeared in Tom's mind:

The boy walked to a stone tablet and put his hand on it, and then five dazzling characters flashed on the stone tablet:

The power of magic, the third stage!

The boy's face was expressionless, with a self-deprecating look on his lips, his eyes were 30% stubborn, 30% unwilling, 30% angry, and 10% sad, his clenched palms caused nails to sting due to excessive force. Entering the palm of the hand, it brings bursts of heart-piercing pain...

"Pfft." Tom couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Anyone with a little common sense can tell. This is what your dad coaxed you to play. If the most talented students are in Slytherin, then why did Dumbledore graduate from Gryffindor." He teased Malfoy mercilessly.

When Malfoy saw it was Tom, there was a blush on his pale face. He wanted to be more stubborn, but he was worried that he would talk about his ancestor Yanxin in public.

Fortunately, a large group of ghosts suddenly appeared from the wall and interrupted their conversation.

Chapter end