Chapter 8 Sorting Ceremony

"Oh, the roar of incompetence." Mike shook his head with disdain. "Okay, who will tell me what happened?"

Harry and Ron came over, and they explained to Mike the purpose of Malfoy's visit.

Mike chuckled, he actually knew Malfoy's purpose.

Mr. Malfoy came with good intentions this time, but he was obviously a spoiled child. He recognized Harry, but despised Ron. The most important thing was that he actually thought that Harry, who grew up in the Muggle world, could understand his theory of pure-blood supremacy, especially under the premise that Harry's parents died at the hands of Voldemort, the leader of the pure-blood nobles.

It can be said that the two were born not to be in the same camp. Want to win over Harry? It's simply a fantasy.

"Next time he comes, you can come to me and I will solve it. I have dealt with many such things when I was wandering on the streets." Mike said to the two solemnly.

"You are so handsome!" This is Ron and Harry.

Hermione's focus is different from the two.

"What, you've been wandering the streets?"

"Yes, I'm an orphan."

"I'm sorry, I mean..."

Hermione realized that she had said the wrong thing and apologized hurriedly.

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Mike interrupted Hermione before she finished. "The train will arrive at Hogwarts soon, let's change clothes quickly. Ma'am, I think you need to step aside. Also, thank you, Neville, your courage just now is really amazing, you will definitely be sorted into Gryffindor."

Hermione ran away with a red face.

Harry and others quickly changed into wizard robes, and unconsciously several people regarded Mike as the backbone.

Mike also changed into the second-hand robes given to him by Hogwarts.

This robe was obviously too small, and it could only cover Mike's calves, while Harry's robe was tailor-made and covered his shoes steadily.

Ron's robe was obviously second-hand or even many times, and he looked at Harry's new robe and felt a little inferior.

Mike was different. He didn't care whether his shabby robes would attract other people's contemptuous eyes. He walked down the train with Harry and Ron in big strides.

As soon as they got off the train, a tall figure attracted the attention of the three people. Hagrid's size seemed to be hard to ignore among the group of young wizards.

"First-year students! First-year students, come here! Harry, come here, how are you?" Hagrid finally found the three people.

Under Hagrid's leadership, a black lake appeared in front of everyone.

On the hillside on the other side of the lake stood a castle. Under the shining of the stars, the entire Hogwarts Castle seemed to be a pearl dotted in the night sky. Compared with it, even the moon was eclipsed.

"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid led the young wizards to board the boat.

Harry and Ron boarded the boat first, followed by Mike and Hermione. Originally, Neville also planned to take a boat with Mike, but seeing that Hermione got on the boat first, he could only leave with grievance.

Hagrid rowed his boat that could be sunk at any time and drove in the front, and the young wizards followed slowly. Not long after, when they approached, Mike felt the majesty of Hogwarts.

Unlike when they were far away, the interior of Hogwarts was now brightly lit, and the spires in the castle were very shocking.

"Look down!"

Mike and others fell into a state of dementia until Hagrid woke them up with a roar.

Everyone followed a dark tunnel to the dock under the castle, and under the leadership of Hagrid, they finally gathered in front of a huge oak door.

On the way, Neville's toad finally returned to Neville's hands by himself, and Neville was so excited that he burst into tears.

Mike, who noticed the movement over there, looked at Neville, and happened to look at Neville, giving him an encouraging look.

The door suddenly opened, and a tall witch in emerald green robes looked at the little wizards standing in front of the door. She had a serious expression and pursed her lips, and her eyes drifted over Mike and Harry inadvertently. She was Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you, Hagrid, leave it to me next."

She said goodbye to Hagrid and led a group of little wizards into the castle. Under her pressure, the young wizards who were originally chattering and talking to each other fell silent, and followed Professor McGonagall like chicks following an old hen.

After passing through the huge castle hall, everyone finally stopped in a small room.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall, "but before you officially enroll, you still need to go through the Sorting Ceremony to decide which college you will study in for the next seven years." "

The four colleges are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each of them has produced countless outstanding wizards, and they have all made great contributions to the wizarding world. In addition, the school holds the College Cup every year. I hope you can perform well and strive to win glory for your college." "

In a few minutes, the Sorting Ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students in the school. Before that, I suggest you tidy up your appearance." Professor McGonagall stared at the stain on Ron's nose and turned away.

Noticing McGonagall's gaze, Mike took out his wand and pointed it at Ron's nose, "Clean it up. "The stain on Ron's nose disappeared instantly.

Noticing that Mike had cast the Refreshing Charm, Hermione opened her mouth excitedly.

"You actually learned Refreshing! I haven't learned it yet, it's too difficult!"

Mike smiled at her politely and didn't care. At this moment, his attention was all on the white transparent figures that suddenly emerged from the wall behind them, ghosts.

He was very interested in these ghosts. What kind of life form are they? Do souls really exist?

Soon Professor McGonagall came back and took the little wizards into the hall.

Mike swore that he had never seen such a magical hall.

Students in robes sat around four long tables. Candles floated in the air above the long tables. If you look up, you can see the ceiling. I don't know what magic they cast on the ceiling, the ceiling seems to be non-existent, the moonlight outside shines straight down, and dots of light and electricity dot the night sky.

"Uh-huh! "Professor McGonagall coughed to draw the attention of the freshmen back. In front of her was a tall wooden chair with a patched and worn-out pointed wizard hat on it. "I will start calling the roll. Students whose names I call should sit on the chairs and put on the Sorting Hat."

Mike was a little surprised. This was not what he expected. The Sorting Hat didn't sing!

But he didn't have time to think about it. Professor McGonagall started to call the roll, and the first name called was his.

"Mike Townley!"

Mike strode forward. He had already decided which house to go to, Ravenclaw.

According to the information from the original book and the information he got in Diagon Alley these days, Slytherin is a gathering place for pure-blood families, so pass. Hufflepuff is a gathering place for mediocre people, also pass. Of the

remaining Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Mike chose Ravenclaw.

First, the combat effectiveness of Ravenclaw students obviously crushes Gryffindor. The academic concentration camp is not called that for nothing.

Second, Ravenclaw, like Slytherin, is also rich in dark wizards. You know, the literal translation of Ravenclaw is "raven's claws", and the implicit meaning is "greedy predator". Where do so many books in the Hogwarts library come from? Most of them were looted from other places by Ravenclaw and its students. Therefore, Ravenclaw students are good at fighting and do not reject looting.

This can be seen from their dean, Filius Flitwick. The dean of a school of academic masters is actually a fighting champion? If Ravenclaw is full of nerds, then he will never be the dean.

In short, Ravenclaw is simply a paradise for Mike to cultivate his own followers.

Let's go back to the hall. Mike picked up the sorting hat. Although the sorting hat was dirty, he didn't dislike it at all. At the same time, he silently said in his heart: "Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, let me go to Ravenclaw."

The moment he put on the sorting hat, a funny voice sounded in his mind.

"Wow, what a strange little wizard. Ambitious and talented in magic, if it weren't for your bloodline, Slytherin would definitely be the most suitable house for you." The Sorting Hat paused, "What? You want to go to Ravenclaw? It's not impossible, but maybe Gryffindor would be more suitable for you. Have you decided? All right then." "

Ravenclaw!"

The Sorting Hat announced the result loudly.

Immediately, the students at the second table on the left applauded violently. The first freshman of the year was theirs, which was a good start.