Chapter 19

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school."

Professor McGonagall's eyes wandered over all the disheveled little wizards.

"So I suggest you tidy up and feel refreshed while waiting."

Harry nervously held down his unruly hair with his hand.

Devereux was calm and collected.

Although the inability to load entries now makes him a little depressed.

But I just used meditation a little bit.

I suddenly felt refreshed.

Sure enough, the wisdom of this sage is very useful!

"When it's ready over there, I'll come and pick you up."

Professor McGonagall said.

"Please remain quiet while you wait."

With that said, he left the room.

As soon as the professor left.

The little wizards became restless.

They all began to discuss the sorting ceremony for a while.

Devereaux, on the other hand, was not worried at all.

It’s different from these kids who don’t know anything.

He is a veteran Harry Potter fan who has read seven original books and eleven movies.

He didn't care about trivial matters like sorting into different schools.

It would be nice to go to Ravenclaw, where he had always wanted to go.

It's okay to go to Gryffindor and hang out with the protagonists.

Even if you go to Hufflepuff, you can often get a lot of free snacks from the house elves.

And Slytherin was the last place he wanted to go.

After all, that was the college where his master Snape was.

It somewhat put him in a psychological shadow.

And just now on the train, Malfoy, who is definitely Slytherin, has offended a few people.

He didn't want to spend the next seven years with these guys.

If the Sorting Hat thinks he's suitable.

He could also emulate Harry's behavior in the original novel.

Just say it silently.

"Don't go to Slytherin! Don't go to Slytherin! Don't go to Slytherin..."

It's probably no problem. ,

The Sorting Hat definitely still follows one's will.

Otherwise, how could the timid and despicable Pettigrew enter Gryffindor?

So the plan works!

Talk about it.

Just got off the train.

Devereaux saw the Malfoys who had been thrown into other carriages by him before.

They were all bruised and swollen.

I guess Devereaux's last throw.

Let them fall hard.

While walking on the street, I was constantly laughed at by other children.

Malfoy, who has always been the most arrogant.

They all lowered their heads to prevent others from seeing their injuries.

Devereux watched their performance.

The mood is so good.

Don't know why.

It seems that the fear of being kicked out of school is gone.

Devereaux took advantage of this moment.

Start practicing some meditation.

The little wizards next to them had no intention of talking or joking.

All very nervous.

Hermione muttered something.

She was reciting the spell she had learned quickly.

Devero calmly adjusted his breathing.

Meditation can also be practiced while standing.

Of course the effect is not as good as sitting down.

With the adjustment of breathing rhythm.

Devero relaxed his whole body.

Suddenly I felt as if the world was getting further and further away from me.

Hermione's recitation became quieter and quieter.

I know I can't hear it at all.

At this time, even if there was a ghost, many little wizards would be scared to death.

Devereaux couldn't be bothered anymore.

Devereaux suddenly entered a meditative state.

It was as if he and his own magic were the only ones circulating in the whole world.

There was only a gray mist all around.

Devereaux felt nothing but a deep sense of calm.

Gradually.

He felt as if his control over magic had become stronger.

The direct reason for Devereux's feeling is.

The gray mist surrounding his body slowly retreated.

Devereaux could be seen slipping past him at this point.

A little wizard who wants to avoid the sudden intrusion of a ghost.

But it seems that this kind of viewing is a third perspective.

He could even see herself!

Not from his eyes.

Devereux can't describe what it feels like.

It's like getting up in the morning and looking in the mirror.

The reflection angle of the mirror suddenly changed completely.

Suddenly I found that I looked weirder than before.

Devereaux tried to keep flowing the magic.

I want to try to see if I can push this gray fog away to a greater extent.

But gave it a try.

Nothing effective.

It is estimated that his current magic level is not high enough.

So Devereaux once again entered into regular practice.

After running it twice again.

Withdraw from practice.

Open your eyes slowly.

I just feel that my ears are clear and my eyes are clear, and my mood is extremely calm.

It was as if nothing that happened would disturb his heartstrings.

At this time, the ghosts just finished greeting the new students.

All gone through the walls.

"Oh my God! Devero, you can't imagine what you just missed!"

Although Neville came from a wizarding family.

But it was probably the first time I encountered a ghost.

At this time, he was shaking with fear.

Devereaux smiled.

They would see this ghost often after that.

"It's okay, Neville. I heard that one of our classes was taught to us by a ghost."

As soon as these words came out.

Neville's face turned even paler.

"Now, get in single file."

Professor McGonagall is back.

Speaking to first-year students.

"Follow me."

Follow Professor McGonagall.

The young wizards walked into the hall in an orderly manner.

The hall was brightly lit.

The four long tables represented the four colleges: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Each table was placed with exquisite tableware and silver candlesticks.

The candlelight flickered softly on the smooth tabletop.

The senior students were already seated.

All eyes turned to the new students.

Of course.

Most of the attention was attracted by Harry.

He was very embarrassed not to respond to these gazes.

The most eye-catching thing was the ceiling of the hall.

Even Deveraux was stunned by this fantastic and beautiful scenery.

It was enchanted.

It presented a starry night sky.

The stars twinkled in the dark.

It seemed as if the entire universe had been moved into this hall.

The moon hung in the sky.

It cast a faint silver glow.

It illuminated every corner.

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students along the long red carpet.

Towards the front of the auditorium.

There, on a high stool was a worn-out hat - the Sorting Hat.

As expected.

The Sorting Hat was patched.

It was worn out.

And it was extremely dirty.

Deveraux was a little reluctant to put it on his head.

After a while.

The hat began to sing his weird song of the Sorting Hat.

He briefly introduced the four major colleges.

He received applause from the whole room.

In order for him to be assigned to a satisfactory college later.

Deveraux still gave face like everyone else.

Applause.

Next was the iron-clad Hannah segment.

As expected, she was assigned to Hufflepuff.

Deveraux was in the middle.

Behind Malfoy.

But in front of Harry.

One by one, the little wizards went up.

They were assigned to their respective colleges.

Malfoy seemed to sit down.

Then he started to whisper with the Slytherin prefect.

He pointed at Deveraux from time to time.

He was probably complaining.

Finally.

"Deveraux Alexander!"

This surname is not very common in the UK.

It attracted some people's attention.

Deveraux took a confident step.

He walked up the steps very casually and picked up the Sorting Hat.

When he was about to put it on his head.

The Sorting Hat suddenly shouted sharply!

"Slytherin!!!"