Chapter 173 Opening Ceremony (Part 1)

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the Hogwarts auditorium, all the students were seated one after another, and students of different age groups were sitting unevenly on the four long tables.

Qin Weijie and Elena were sitting on the long table in Ravenclaw. The two did not talk at this time, but looked back from time to time.

Sitting behind them was Tom with a pale face.

At this time, Tom's eyes were dull and dull, and his fair face looked even paler.

Ever since he found out that the nameplate he picked up was actually the 'key' that the Eye of Danatus was looking for, and that the 'key' was still integrated with him, Tom has always had this expression.

In fact, when you think about it, there are some weird guys who want to catch and kill me for no reason, and no one will be too calm about this matter.

At this time, Qin Weijie inexplicably wanted to interview Tom about his feelings. After all, Qin Weijie lived under this kind of threat all the time in the last semester, and there was a tacit understanding between the two of them.

But after thinking about it, it might be immoral to throw trouble at such a time, Qin Weijie chuckled, and was eager to pat Tom on the shoulder. After all, when did our Young Master Qin treat Tom with morality?

However, before Qin Weijie's hand touched Tom's shoulder, Principal Dippet stood up on the podium in the auditorium and motioned for all the students to be quiet.

For a moment, Qin Weijie's outstretched hand hung awkwardly in the air. Many people looked at Qin Weijie, and several teachers on the presidium in front of the auditorium also looked at him. Seeing this, Qin Weijie had to scratch his head, and obediently withdrew his hand.

Principal Dippet did not make any speeches, but announced the beginning of the sorting ceremony, and then saw Professor McGonagall leading thirty or forty first-year freshmen into the auditorium from the foyer, and the entire auditorium watched the sorting ceremony quietly carried out.

At this time, on the left side of the auditorium, the short and fat Slughorn stabbed Dumbledore beside him, and whispered: "Albus, are you sure Vijay is not your Gryffindor child?" A student? Given his trouble-making ability, few people would believe him if he was not a student of Gryffindor.

Why don't you talk to the Sorting Hat after the sorting session is over to see if he got drunk last year and sorted this kid into the wrong school? "

"Oh, that's a good suggestion, Horace... But I think it's better for the kid not to come to Gryffindor." Dumbledore replied humorously.

"Why?"

"Last year he was relatively restrained in Ravenclaw, and he almost blew up the foyer and the corridor on the second floor. If he comes to Gryffindor, I think the tower of Gryffindor and my office will probably be different." Rebuilt."

Dumbledore said it jokingly, but Professor Slughorn seemed to be serious at this time, thinking about Dumbledore's words solemnly, and nodding seriously from time to time.

"By the way, Albus, what happened on the train today should also be related to Vijay's child?" Slughorn asked in a low voice.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and then said, "You can say that, but the real danger is your favorite student."

"what's the situation?"

Dumbledore explained the situation succinctly, and then told Slughorn not to spread the word. Slughorn, also a smart man, nodded with a chuckle and said no more.

But only a moment later, before the sorting ceremony was over, Slughorn couldn't help asking: "That kid... Vijay, what is Vijay's grandfather's attitude towards this matter? He really doesn't care about that anymore." Is there a child?"

"I don't know. Anyway, some time ago, the principal said that there is no need to take care of Vijay in the future. This is what Marquis Fuli meant."

"But the child is still in danger right now. Is the Marquis of Fuli really so cruel?"

Slughorn said, unconsciously showing resentment between his brows. Although Professor Slughorn usually looks a bit philistine, he is actually a very nice person, at least he really cares about students.

After that, Slughorn and Dumbledore said no more,

This was mainly because Principal Dippet gave the two of them a dissatisfied look just now, and they fell silent.

Not long after, the sorting ceremony ended. There were a total of thirty-nine students enrolled this year, 8 students entered Gryffindor, 9 students entered Slytherin, 15 students entered Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw only enrolled 7 students this year.

Since the seats on the long tables of each college are arranged in order according to their grades, the first grades sit in the direction closest to the rostrum, so that they can quickly return to their seats after the sorting ceremony.

And so on, the first-year students sit next to the seniors and the second-year students, followed by the third-year students, and the last hand on the long table is usually the seventh-year seniors who are about to graduate.

Of course, the number of seats is not static. Rules are dead, but people are alive. Some senior students want to watch the sorting ceremony up close, so they usually change seats with lower grade students.

For example, last year, senior sister Sparet was worried about Irina's condition, so she took the initiative to change her seat to the front of the long table in order to comfort Irina in the first place.

Most of the students still sat in order according to the school's regulations, just like Yi Lianna and Qin Weijie at this time, they both sat in front of the long table, and there was almost a place for freshmen in front of them.

At this time, seven students had already taken the seats for freshmen, and Qin Weijie and other second-year students filled up the three vacant seats at the invitation of the prefect.

At this time, Qin Weijie happened to be next to a girl who had just entered the first grade. The girl was ordinary-looking, wearing a pair of glasses that didn't fit well, and she was sitting on the bench very stiffly, with a faint tear on her cheek.

The girl is very sensitive, like a frightened kitten, the slightest movement will arouse her caution and panic.

Irina sat across from her. Seeing the girl being so reserved, she smiled and held out her hand. She introduced herself, "I'm Irina Ruffain, a second grader. Nice to meet you. What's your name?"

The girl raised her head slightly, and stammered timidly, "Peach...Myrtle Ellie...Sabeth Warren..."

"puff"

Hearing the girl's name, Qin Weijie staggered and choked on his own saliva instantly.

Myrtle! ? Moaning Myrtle?

This nima is one of the more involved in the Harry Potter novels...a ghost.

But right now the child is not dead, but later...

Just thinking about Qin Weijie, he unconsciously turned around and looked at Tom behind him. At this time, Tom still had a look of bitterness and hatred, completely unaware of Qin Weijie's gaze, let alone the strange girl sitting back to back with him.

Qin Weijie looked at Tom for a long time, and it took a long time for Tom to turn his head and look at Qin Weijie. The moment he met Qin Weijie's eyes, Tom showed a grievance and sadness, and looked at Qin Weijie pitifully.

Qin Weijie sighed and turned around, cursing secretly in his heart: "Fuck! This idiot will make people frighten people in the future!? Mrs. Rowling, I'm afraid you have misunderstood him... Or maybe you are afraid of this idiot? The words are a little misunderstood, but this melon can still make people frightened!?"

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