Chapter 533 New Students Admission

Just as everyone was talking and complaining, the hall opened, and people immediately fell silent. Professor McGonagall led a long line of first-year students into the hall.

If Harry, Ron, Vernon and Hermione were wet, it was nothing compared to the new students, who looked like they had swum across the lake rather than boated across it, and were all shivering with cold and nervousness. With.

They stood in a line, facing the other teachers and students, and then stopped.

All the new students were like this, except for the youngest boy among them, who had mouse-like hair and was wrapped in what Harry thought was Hagrid's moleskin coat, which looked too big for him. Going up, he seemed to be trapped in a furry black tent.

His little face stuck out from his collar, and he seemed to be trembling with excitement. When he stood in line with his frightened companions, when he caught Colin's gaze, he gave a thumbs up and mouthed, "I fell into the lake."

He was quite happy about it.

In front of the first-year students, Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool on the ground. On top of the stool was an extremely old and dirty patched wizard hat. The freshmen stared at the hat, and others also stared at the hat. .

For a moment, there was silence.

Then a crack in the edge of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat began to sing: "At least a thousand years ago when I was first woven there were four famous magicians whose names are still widely recognized.

Brave Gryffindor,

Righteous Ravenclaw from the wasteland,

Sweet Hufflepuff from the canyon,

Wherever they come from, the valley is full of shrewd Slytherins.

Emerging from the swamp, they share aspirations, hopes and dreams.

They come up with bold plans to educate the younger generation.

So Hogwarts School was founded.

Now each of these four seniors have separated their blood ties.

Each college has a different collection of moral values.

For Gryffindors, the bravest are rewarded before the rest.

For Ravenclaws, the wisest are always the best.

For Hufflepuff, hard workers are the most worthy of appreciation.

Slytherin, who seeks power, favors those who are ambitious.

While they are still alive they can pick Tomalia when they are gone many years ago.

Gryffindor found a way.

He took me off his head,

The Herald gave me some mana,

So I'm able to choose for them, instead of sliding me comfortably past you.

I never make a mistake.

I can read your mind and tell you where you stand. "

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, there was deafening applause in the hall.

"This is not the song it sang when it sorted us," Harry said, applauding with the others.

"Singing a different song every year," Ron said. "Living in a hat is always pretty annoying, isn't it? I guess it takes the whole year to make up the next song."

Professor McGonagall now unrolled a large roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, put on your hat and sit on the stool."

She instructed the freshmen, "After Hat announces your house, you go and sit at the corresponding table."

"Ackerley. Stewart!"

A boy stepped forward, visibly shaking from head to toe, lifted his sorting hat, put it on, and sat down on the stool.

"Ravenclaw," the hat called.

He took off his hat and hurried to his seat at the Ravenclaw table, and everyone around him applauded him.

Harry glanced at Ravenclaw Catcher Qiu Zhang, a beautiful Chinese girl.

She was facing Ackley, who had just sat down. Stewart cheered, Harry also wanted to join Ravenclaw, this strange idea flashed through his mind.

"Badke. Macomb!"

"Slytherin class!"

The table at the other end of the hall erupted in cheers, and Harry saw Malfoy clapping as Bardock joined Slytherin, and Harry wondered if Bardock knew that Slytherin House had created more than any other house. Lots of evil magic.

Fred and George booed Baddeck as he prepared to take his seat.

"Hirance Field. Aina!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"But Dwyer Owen!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Clever. Dennis!"'

Little Dennis staggered forward, almost stumbling over Hagrid's moleskin coat as he sidled into the hall through a door behind the staff desk. Hagrid is twice as tall as ordinary people and at least twice as thick as others. He has long, messy black hair and a beard, which makes him look a bit alarming.

This was a misleading impression. Everyone knew that Hagrid had a kind heart. He sat down at the end of the professor's desk, winked at them, and then watched Dennis put on the sorting hat. The seam on the brim of the hat was wide open. ——

"Gryffinton!" shouted the Hat.

Hagrid and the Gryffindor class clapped together, and Dennis smiled brightly. He took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and ran to his brother.

"Colin, I fell into the lake!" he screamed, sitting on an empty seat. "It's amazing!

Something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back into the boat! "

"It's so cool!"

Colin was equally excited, "It's probably a big octopus, Dennis!"

"Wow!" Dennis shouted, as if no one could imagine falling into a stormy, foamy lake and then being pushed out of the water by a giant sea monster even in the most bizarre fantasy.

"Dennis! Dennis! Do you see the boy over there? The one with black hair and glasses, do you see him? Do you know who he is? Dennis!"

"I know, you told me countless times, and I came to Gryffindor, and Van..."

Vanlin seemed to have heard his name, but he didn't pay much attention to it. The fantasies of these two brothers are always very...

Vanlin looked up and looked at the Sorting Hat sorting Em into classes in the distance.

The sorting was going on. The boys and girls walked to the three-legged stools one by one with different degrees of fear, and the queue gradually shortened.

Professor McGonagall read the students whose last names began with "L".

"Oh, hurry up." Ron rubbed his stomach and muttered.

"Hey, Ron, sorting is much more important than eating." Hermione said.

One is called Madeley. Lola's girl was sorted to Hufflepuff.

"Damn, why are there so many people this year..." Ron said casually.

"I hope the group of people we're sorted to this year is up to standard." Headless Nick said while applauding McDunte and Natley who joined the Gryffindor table, "We don't want to interrupt our success."

Gryffindor has won the college cup for three consecutive years.

"Prinjegra!"

"Slytherin!"

"Kyle. Ora!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Finally, "Kevin," he was sorted to Hufflepuff, and the class sorting was over. Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and stool and put them away. (To be continued)