Chapter 488? Branch (Modified, Sincere Thanks to the Lord for Cooking Wine Xiaoxitian)
The train has been heading north, and the weather is still changing. Raindrops beat intermittently against the window, and then the sun lolled out, only to be covered by clouds soon after. As night fell, the lights of the train came on.
Emily pressed her forehead against the car window, trying to see the scenery outside the car clearly, but unfortunately it was a moonless night, and it was pitch black outside, only raindrops could be seen slanting down from the car window Slipped and dirty on the rain-soaked car windows.
Instead of cleaning it up, Allen handed over a towel that he had wet with hot water. Emily wiped off the gray stains on her forehead and changed into her school uniform robe.
On the platform, the big Hagrid was carrying a magic lamp. He shouted loudly, "Come to me, first-years...First-years..."
"Alan, I want to go to Ravenclaw, what should I do when I'm sorting?" Emily hugged Alan, raised her head and asked, her voice seemed a little nervous, obviously hearing the other freshmen talking about Discussion of the branch.
"Don't believe other people's bragging, Emily, the school won't ask you to deal with a giant monster right now, don't worry, you'll find out later." Allen comforted his sister, but in the end decided to maintain this injustice. Tell new students about the tradition of sorting.
Emily nodded suspiciously, picked up her robe, and rushed towards Hagrid with the group of panic-looking first-years.
On the dark, rain-washed street outside Hogsmeade Station, Allen didn't board a Thestral carriage until he could no longer see Emily's tiny figure.
Harry was also sitting in this carriage, staring at the Thestrals standing between the poles.
Their shape is somewhat similar to reptiles, with a huge black horse body, no flesh at all, the black fur is tightly attached to the bones, and the bones are clearly visible. Its head resembled that of a dragon, with white eyes without pupils, a long black tail, and wings growing between the shoulder bones.
"I don't understand why these wagons are being pulled by these horrible black winged horses this year when they could walk on their own before?" Harry complained, feeling that the ugly animals stood motionless and silent. In the increasingly thick night, it looked very weird and unlucky.
"Walk by yourself?" Allen understood Harry's meaning after a second thought.
Luna, who was already sitting in the carriage, put down the quiver in her hand, and looked at Harry: "That's a Thestral, so you witnessed death in an accident during the last Tournament?"
Alan looked at Harry, who was a little confused by the question, and explained to him: Only those who have witnessed death can see them. You send it to where you want to go, and they have always been pulling the carriage before. "
Even after hearing their explanations, Harry still found this hideous-looking creature unlikable.
When the Thestrals drove into Hogwarts and stopped in front of the castle, Harry couldn't wait to jump out of the carriage, nodded to Alan indiscriminately, and ran into the entrance hall to share what he had just seen with Ron .
The foyer was lit red by the torches and echoed with the footsteps of the students. They walked across the flagstone floor to the right of the two doors leading to the auditorium, where the start-of-term banquet was held.
As soon as Allen entered the hall, he saw Umbridge sitting next to Dumbledore on the teaching bench. She looked like a senior girl, short and fat, with short curly taupe hair. There was also a big ugly pink bow on it, which matched the fuzzy pink cardigan she wore over her gown.
Dressed in dark purple robes studded with silver stars and a matching hat, Dumbledore sits next to her in the gold high-backed chair, tilting his head towards Umbridge, who speaks into his ear .
When Hagrid returned to his seat, Aaron turned his attention to the foyer.
Now that Hagrid showed up, it meant that the first years must have crossed the Black Lake to the castle.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door leading to the hall opened, and a long line of first-year students who seemed to be in shock walked into the auditorium led by Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall was holding a stool in his hand, on which lay an ancient wizard's hat, patched and patched, with a wide slit at the frayed brim.
The hum of conversation in the auditorium gradually died down. First-year students line up at the staff desks, facing students from other grades. Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them, then stepped back.
The faces of the first-year freshmen were pale in the candlelight. Emily in the middle of the line looked calm, but her tight fists showed her nervousness. The Harris family maintained the traditions of the wizarding world very well, and no one told Emily how they were sorted. And just outside the auditorium, the unreliable guesses of the little wizards who were waiting for the mysterious test to determine which college they belonged to made her feel even more uneasy.
All the teachers and students in the school waited with bated breath, and the worn-out hat on the stool opened its mouth and began to sing its new song: "...the lessons of history warn us that our Hogwarts is facing Danger, enemies outside the school are stalking us. We must be united inside, otherwise everything will fall apart from within..."
When the Sorting Hat finished its new song, the hall erupted in applause, but there were whispers mixed in - usually, the Sorting Hat only described the different qualities that Hogwarts' four houses valued and its own sorting of students task, and this time, it tried to give advice to the school.
But when Professor McGonagall announced the list of first-year freshmen, everyone's attention was quickly diverted, and the buzzing discussions in the auditorium stopped abruptly.
Slowly, the long team of first-year freshmen shortened a little bit, and the four colleges had already accepted many new students. Only then did they hear Professor McGonagall call out Emily's name.
Emily showed extraordinary poise, straightened her body and walked towards the Sorting Hat.
"This is my younger sister, she is very smart, she has always wanted to come to my college, yes, it is a matter of course to be assigned to Ravenclaw." Allen showed off to the Ravenclaw classmates proudly road.
Emily had made it to the stool, and she put the hat on her head. Unlike the little wizards who announced the academy without thinking long before, the Sorting Hat seems to have hesitated for a long time this time.
Allen couldn't help thinking that when he had just won the Quidditch Boutique Award, it was Emily who stood up to defend him when faced with questions from his family, and hesitated: "Perhaps, she may also be assigned to Gryffindor... ..."
After a long time, the slit next to the brim of the Sorting Hat finally opened again, and loudly announced: "Slytherin!"
The Slytherins headed by Malfoy erupted in cheers, and Emily shuffled reluctantly to join the Slytherins, looking pitifully at Allen who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table halfway through. .
"Cough...Slytherin...Well, my father is also from this college, he will be very happy when he hears this news." Allen seemed a little embarrassed because of the previous boast, although he knew Emily was very good at it before. Use her cuteness to achieve some of her own goals, but Alan never thought that these qualities would be enough for her to be sorted into the Snake Court by the Sorting Hat...
Although he regretted that his sister could not be in the same college as him, Allen immediately attracted the attention of the Slytherins surrounded by Emily. Seeing that Emily was very popular in Slytherin and cared for Very well, although knowing that their purpose is to show Harris, Allen is still relieved.
It took a long time before all the new students were assigned.
"Welcome to our new students," said Dumbledore loudly, with his arms outstretched and a broad smile on his lips. "Welcome! Welcome to our old students - welcome back! There's plenty of time for speeches, but no Now. Eat to your heart's content!"
There was appreciative laughter and enthusiastic applause in the auditorium, and Dumbledore sat down upright, throwing his long beard over his shoulders so that they did not block his plate - delicious food suddenly fell from the sky, five The long table was suddenly filled with hunks of beef, pies, plates of vegetables, bread, jam, and jugs of pumpkin juice, groaning from being overwhelmed.
Allen looked towards the Slytherin table, and after a brief observation, those Slytherins piled up Emily's dinner plate with her favorite syrup fruit pie. But Emily is not Gallon after all, so she cannot be liked by everyone. Allen also noticed that on the long table in Slytherin, there were a few little wizards looking at Emily. His eyes were not friendly.