Chapter 166 The Twists and Turns of the Branch

"Hey! Bajir!"

"Long time no see, Granger!"

"Did you really go to France?"

"I saw you in Hogsmeade a few days ago. Where is that French girl?"

The four long college tables were gradually filled with chattering students.

But few noticed the changes in the auditorium.

Each of them focused more on Bajir.

Some students who had had brief conversations with him and met him a few times boldly stepped forward to say hello.

Among them, there is no shortage of students from the outer houses of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.

But the most outrageous thing is the Slytherin students.

Their table was on the left side of the auditorium, which meant that they had to pass through the long tables of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff to reach Bagir at the Gryffindor table at the right end of the auditorium. here.

And those students of the same class who were really familiar with Bagir were sitting at the table in their own college with some inexplicable pride. They seem to view this as an honor that has always been weird. There was no choice to disturb him.

Closer classmates from the same college, and even students in the same dormitory, directly occupied the positions around him.

It's all in good order.

Bagir didn't even need to plan it himself, and there was no communication between them.

But they cleverly assigned seats around Bagir according to proximity.

It was left to Seamus and Neville to face Baljir and Hermione.

His left side was free for Harry and Ron.

Soon, they both arrived.

Ron looked at the empty golden saucer as soon as he arrived, and then looked to the left.

He frowned: "No, why are there so many tableware?"

"I didn't expect you to find out first." The voice was from the ghost floating next to them - Nearly Headless Nick, the resident ghost in Gryffindor Tower at Hogwarts.

"Nick!" Harry gasped.

Part of Nick's skirt seeped into Harry's shoulders, causing it to feel as if there was an icy winter.

Bagir looked over and almost thought it was Nick Flamel's Nick.

The ghost's full name is Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington.

He was a wizard who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was sorted into Gryffindor House.

When he came of age, he was awarded a knighthood based on his status as a wizard.

Courtiers at the palace of King Henry VII.

On the evening of October 30, 1492, Sir Nicholas met Lady Greif while walking in the park.

She was convinced that he could help her straighten her crooked teeth, but Nicholas's attempts backfired and caused her to grow fangs.

For this mistake Sir Nicholas was immediately imprisoned and sentenced to death.

In addition, the wand was taken away, making it impossible to escape using magic.

At dawn the next day, poor Nick was sent to the execution ground.

To make matters worse, the stone used by the executioner to sharpen the ax was missing, resulting in a dull ax head.

So Nicholas was chopped forty-five times in total, but even so there was still a little bit of skin and tendon connected to his neck.

Due to fear of death.

Nicholas chooses to stay as a ghost rather than "walk on".

But even though his whole body was translucent and glowing with pearly white, his neck still maintained the same appearance as when he died.

So he often wears a particularly large wheel-shaped ruff to prevent his head from shaking too much on his half-cut neck.

And it’s also very festive.

"Sorry." Nick's figure floated up a little.

Then he explained to the surrounding students who were casting doubtful glances: "It must be hard for you to believe it. There are many more freshmen this year than you think."

"I've never seen so many students."

"The waiting room of the branch was so crowded that some students stood directly on the lawn in front of the castle."

Bagir's perspective changed, and Madison and the others were also among the 'certain group' of students.

There are also a few more figures that shouldn't be here.

The juvenile magic circle he left in [Dream Kingdom] was not only used by them.

Among the short-limbed, baby-faced children, there were more female imps who looked similar to Letso, Narcissa, Alice, and Rosalie.

These little devils were surrounding Ariana and Fleur at the moment, and those who didn't know it thought they were acting coquettishly towards Ariana and Fleur.

The most outrageous thing is that Draco Malfoy happened to be walking by.

He yelled at Narcissa desperately: "Kid! Don't block the road!"

If Ron in the auditorium saw this scene, he would definitely not be able to help but take a photo.

But it is a pity that as a man, he does not have this opportunity.

He could only open his mouth in an O shape, "No way! Are there really so many people?"

Nick nodded, "But many of these new students don't seem to even speak English. They all speak other languages."

"Japan, Italy, France, Russia, Germany, these are the only ones I can hear."

The crowd immediately burst into excitement after hearing Nick's words.

They all started discussing why Hogwarts was so popular this year.

But it didn’t take long for the answer to come out.

"Nick!"

"I mean the other Nick, Nick Flamel, who made the Philosopher's Stone."

"It's hard to imagine that I was so close to the Philosopher's Stone last year."

"Don't tell me"

"Yes, this is the only possibility!"

"He's been to France."

"With Dumbledore."

"Nick Flamel also gave him a castle."

"Yes, I can guarantee that this is true. I live in Hogsmeade. When I practiced Quidditch, I saw that there was another castle in front of the Hogwarts castle, which disappeared not long ago!"

It seemed like a century had passed before the discussion ended.

But now, everyone in the hall knew about it.

They all looked at Basil from time to time, and at the door leading to the hall at the same time.

At this moment, it seemed that it was no longer a pipeline for the fresh blood of the future college, but a wooden bridge for the enemy to cross the rapids.

Professor McGonagall was frightened by these indignant and hostile eyes.

Almost retreated again.

Ariana, who followed behind, also quickly shrank back into Fleur's arms.

In an instant, almost all the boys were attracted by the pitiful Ariana and the silver-haired girl.

Ron's face flushed red all of a sudden.

He stared at her blankly, opened his mouth to answer, but only made some strange little sounds, as if his throat was stuck.

But his appearance was just an ordinary silhouette among the boys.

Basil, who looked at Professor McGonagall and the freshmen behind her calmly, received the admiring gazes of all the girls.

Look! This is a good man!

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips.

She was about to say something when she saw Dumbledore stand up.

He said gently: "The exchange students following Minerva are from Beauxbatons, France."

"They will enter the fifth grade. They will also participate in the sorting ceremony with the first-year freshmen."

Then he sat down again.

The audience was boiling instantly.

They only then noticed that the person sitting in the middle of the guest of honor was a strange red-haired young man.

But the crooked nose, half-moon glasses, and the tone of his voice undoubtedly exposed his identity.

"He is Dumbledore!"

"The Philosopher's Stone is in your hand!"

"Huh! Basil is fine."

"Was Dumbledore so handsome when he was young?"

After a long time, the hall returned to calm.

Professor McGonagall continued to walk forward with the four-cornered stool and the sorting hat.

Ariana followed closely behind with a red face.

Furong walked gracefully.

The boys in the hall were obsessed, and the girls' jealous eyes followed her steps.

For a moment, no one noticed that even though Ariana had walked to the end of the hall, there was still a long line of first-year students outside.

As usual, all the freshmen turned their backs to the main guest seats and faced the senior students.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat unhappily.

"The sorting hat will sort you into houses later, you just need to put it on."

"Whoever's name I call will put on the hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting."

The restaurant was silent. Then, the hat twisted. A wide crack appeared on the edge of the hat, like a mouth.

The hat began to sing:

Don't look at my plain appearance,

I am the magic hat of Gryffindor,

Four great wizards,

Infused me with thoughts,

Their names are passed down to this day,

Let me sing:

Wielding a sword and a staff, the king of duels, is the brave Gryffindor

Crown of wisdom, well-read, is the wise Ravenclaw

Golden cup of gourmet food, master of curses, is the kind Hufflepuff

Lord of all snakes, source of curses, is the powerful Slytherin

Four parts of the British Isles, rising stars shine

The wild swamps of England are Godric's hometown

The canyon riverside of Scotland is Rowena's Hometown

The valleys of Wales are Helga's hometown

The gloomy quagmire of Ireland is Salazar's hometown

Gryffindor walked out of the swamp

Ravenclaw thought by the river

Hufflepuff opened a garden in the valley

Slytherin hid in the quagmire

Four different growth environments

Four great wizards with different personalities

The same vision united them

The same goal made them cooperate

Hogwarts was established

Four colleges were born

Gryffindor welcomes brave fighters

Ravenclaw selects smart talents

Slytherin cultivates motivated teenagers

Hufflepuff accepts hardworking children

Come and wear me!

The magic hat with the thoughts of the four giants!

Don't be afraid!

Don't panic!

Even if you come from all over the world,

Hogwarts will accept you!

Let me see your mind

Which college will light up for you!

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the audience applauded. It bowed to the four tables one by one, and then stood still.

At this time, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

She said, "Feng An!"

A little girl with a dark face and a doll's head stumbled out of the line and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.

She sat down.

A pause... "Ravenclaw!"

The hat shouted.

The people at the second table on the left applauded and cheered for An Feng, welcoming her to sit at their table.

Qiu Zhang deliberately changed his seat and sat with her.

"Dragon people?" Bajier raised his eyebrows.

"Ariana Dumbledore!"

Ariana trotted and put on the hat.

A sudden buzz of whispers in the hall was like the hissing sound of a small flame.

"Dumbledore, she is also Dumbledore!"

"She is from France?"

"Hiss! She is Dumbledore's granddaughter?"

"Then who is Dumbledore's lover, children, daughter-in-law or son-in-law?"

Countless burning, probing, and curious eyes enveloped Ariana's body.

There was a crowd of people, and everyone looked up, hoping to see her appearance clearly.

In the chat group, Madison once again expressed envy: "It would be great if that was me sitting on it."

The Sorting Hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

The students at the Gryffindor table all slapped the table like crazy.

Fred and George stood up: "We have Dumbledore! We have Dumbledore!"

As a supervising student, Percy followed Ariana to guide her.

When he found Ariana's eyes next to Bagir, he pulled Ron up unceremoniously, "Get up and make way for the new student."

Ron was indignant and sat down in Harry's seat.

Harry changed places with Dean next to him, and Dean sat back.

"Fleur Delacour!"

The auditorium became quiet again.

The tall silver-haired figure twisted and sat elegantly on the four-corner stool.

Fleur picked up the Sorting Hat in disgust.

Ron suddenly forgot that he was kicked out of his seat by his brother, and stood up, "Wash the Sorting Hat clean! What a shameful person!"

This cry was echoed by hundreds of people.

There are also many boys who can't be relied on and have become yes-men at the four principal tables.

"Yes!" x99

There are also some boys who are rare and sensible but still follow their words.

"The UK and France are neighbors, we should make this lady feel like a home away from home!"

"The Sorting Hat gets out of Hogwarts!"

"Dumbledore is out!"

"I can't even bear to use a cleaning spell!"

The girls all said that Furong was very pretentious.

Hermione slapped the table with a cold face, "Who does she think she is?"

Completely forgetting the friendship established with Fleur on the train.

Sorting Hat: "Gryffindor!"

Another cheer erupted from the Gryffindor table.

But this time it was more like a wolf howling.

As soon as Fleur took off her hat, Percy bent over and trotted up to her side to lead the way.

Even more welcoming than receiving Ariana.

The professors on the stage had even more strange expressions, but in the end they all closed their eyes in disgust.

Professor McGonagall, who was in charge of the branch, was even more worried.

Percy was keenly aware that Fleur was eyeing Ariana's left side.

However, this time, before Percy could scold him, Ron stood up as if the bench was on fire.

Ginny, who was waiting to be sorted, finally couldn't hold herself any longer and covered her eyes with a snap.

Sorting continues.

"Colin Creevey!" "Gryffindor!"

"Harper Levin!" "Slytherin!"

"Luna Lovegood!" "Ravenclaw!"

"Junko Suzuki!" "Gryffindor!"

"Erich von Manstein!" "Gryffindor!"

"Roger Malone!" "Hufflepuff!"

"Mary Skotlova!" "Gryffindor!"

"Ginny Weasley!"

He heard Professor McGonagall read his sister's name.

Ron, who was fighting with Harry over who could sit next to Fleur, finally came to his senses.

Just when Bajir thought Ron was back to normal.

With the sound of the Sorting Hat, "Gryffindor!"

The worry in Ron's eyes disappeared, and he was fighting with Harry again.

Ten minutes later.

There is only one new student left waiting for sorting.

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, "Zheng Xiaolin!"

The Song of the Sorting Hat has annoyed me for a long time. Fortunately, I wrote it before and modified it based on it.