A few minutes later, more and more ghosts began to appear in this small room, tall, short, fat, thin, and of all shapes and sizes, which really gave the freshmen a surprise.

At first these little wizards were really scared, but they soon found that these ghosts were not scary at all. Instead, they were very friendly and would greet everyone enthusiastically.

In order to ease their nervousness, a ghost even performed for them a little talent unique to ghosts, such as holding his head with both hands.

"cool……"

Looking at the head flying up and down, some people couldn't help but sigh.

"Thanks for the compliment, but I have something even cooler."

The ghost seemed to be interested as well. He threw his head out directly after saying it, and then did a gorgeous front flip and three and a half spins in the air. Finally, he landed, stretched out his hand, and steadily caught his head.

The movements are smooth, the postures are elegant, and every landing point is accurate.

As expected, this set of moves won applause from everyone, even Kyle was no exception.

This kind of talent is not often seen.

Wonderful, indeed wonderful.

"Thank you, thank you everyone." The ghost walked around the field, bowed slightly to everyone, and said proudly: "Oh, did I forget to tell you that I joined the Headless Hunter Club with this set of moves. Of course, I'm not showing off, I just mean that you all have good taste."

After that, the place really heated up.

The little wizards all gathered around and urged him to do one more.

The ghost was not stingy either. Although he did not perform the difficult moves he had performed before, his continuous tricks still made everyone laugh.

"Oh."

But at this moment, a sinister sneer suddenly came from the side: "What is there to be proud of?"

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look over, only to find that the one who was speaking was also a ghost.

"I'm sorry, Sir Nicholas Porpington." The headless ghost also recognized the colleague wearing a ruffled collar and said quickly: "I just want to make the children happy, there is no other intention."

"It would be better this way."

"Of course, and I sincerely hope that Jazz can join the Headless Hunter Club this year."

Nearly Headless Nick gave the other man a blank look before walking away through the wall.

Being interrupted by him, the headless ghost did not continue the performance. He shrugged and said, "Okay, everyone, you should also start the sorting. Now is the time to prepare well. See you later."

After saying that, he also walked through the wall and went to the auditorium.

Although everyone felt it was a pity, there was nothing they could do but watch the headless ghost leave.

But the atmosphere in the room did not drop much.

After watching the ghost show, everyone was very happy and looked forward to the next branch.

………Except Kanna.

She was the only one in the room who wasn't paying attention to the ghost show just now.

Until Professor McGonagall came back, the little girl huddled in the corner, her whole body almost turning gray, and she continued to exude an aura of despair.

Too bad Professor McGonagall didn't notice this.

"I was away for a while and you guys messed up like this!"

She pursed her lips, looked at the group of freshmen below with a serious face and said, "The whole auditorium can hear your laughter. Is it so funny, or do you think the sorting is a ridiculous thing?"

Professor McGonagall's voice was not loud, but everyone was silent, lowering their heads and not daring to even breathe.

Now, follow me in single file."

As soon as the words fell, everyone started to move. In less than a minute, they lined up and followed Professor McGonagall closely.

Kanna was among them, being pulled by Kyle, moving around in a daze like a zombie.

…

They walked out of the room, through the foyer, through a set of double doors, and finally into the grand hall.

Compared to the hall, the auditorium is more magnificent.

The entire auditorium was astonishingly large. Even with four long tables filled with students, it didn't feel crowded at all.

Luxurious gold plates and goblets were placed on the table, and thousands of candles floating in the air illuminated the place.

Further up, the velvety black ceiling was dotted with stars and rolling clouds, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.

Someone whispered to his companions, "There's a magic cast here, and it looks like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."

Kyle looked in the direction of the voice and lost interest when he found that the person speaking was a boy.

What a pity, if he had entered school a year later, he would have been able to become good friends with Hermione.

Everyone walked all the way to the front of the auditorium before stopping.

Further up is the teacher's seat.

Dumbledore, wearing a purple robe, sat in the middle, with neatly trimmed silver hair and beard. At this moment, he was wearing his iconic half-moon glasses and looking at every freshman gently.

And sitting next to him was the fourth dean.

The sleek-haired Head of Slytherin, Severus Snape.

The short Head of Ravenclaw, Filius Flitwick.

The kind-looking Head of Hufflepuff, Pomona Sprout.

As for Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, her position is temporarily vacant because she has to preside over the sorting.

Including them, there were about twenty professors attending the opening ceremony today. However, Kyle only recognized less than ten people after guessing, and had no impression of the rest.

But this is normal. Hogwarts is so big, if there are only a few professors in his memory, it will not be enough no matter how you think about it.

What's more, among the professors he knew, half of them were on an annual basis, so the number would be even smaller after this reduction.

…

Kyle looked away.

At this time, Professor McGonagall just happened to hold a square stool in front of the freshman, and then placed a patched, brown pointed wizard hat on the stool.

Well, let’s call it brown.

Because the hat was so dirty, even though Professor McGonagall was very gentle, it still stirred up a lot of dust when it fell.

Moreover, under the candlelight, there was a hint of light on the hat, which showed that it had been covered with patina. It was basically impossible to see its original color in this situation.

Kyle dared to guarantee that if this hat was not the Sorting Hat and it appeared in his house again, then one of him and Chris would definitely die.

Or maybe they were both beaten to death by Diana.

(End of this chapter)