Hogwarts Everything is Three

　　 The fields that drove past the window of the car looked even more deserted, and a neat farmland had disappeared. What followed was a forest, a winding river and dark green hills.

It was not until the sky was completely dimmed that Ron and Frieger stopped talking about the topic of which Quidditch and football are better or worse, when both sides lacked understanding of the other sport in the mouth, they discussed Quite a bit like a chicken and a duck.

　　 In this regard, Harry is definitely a good listener, as long as you ignore his hand that keeps playing with the Chocolate Frog Cards-he doesn't know whether to say good or bad luck and he has already drawn a few Dumbledore.

　　 "Hurry up and change into the robe. I asked an experienced senior, and he will be there soon." Allen pushed the door of the car, urging the few people who saw it right away.

　　 Just now, I really couldn't stand the power of the two chattering together, coupled with the curiosity about the train, Allen went out for a stroll.

During this period, he ran into Hermione who was helping Neville to find a toad. This little girl with a hairy head just entered the magic world and didn't know the strength of other people. She was a little inferior and protected with unpleasant arrogance. Yourself.

Allen used the flying curse to find its toad for Neville, at least in the first grade. He has no idea about the future Miss Know-How and desires too much communication. Now everyone is too young. If you change to a previous life, don’t just put it into action. Even if you write something ambiguous on the novel website, you may be blocked. Anyway, even if everyone is older in the future, if you are thinking about it, you can be in the third grade when the opponent is most vulnerable. Action.

　　 "Ellen, you're back! It's a pity that you were not here just now, and we had a fight with Malfoy. If you were there, we would definitely be able to beat them up." Ron complained.

　　 Knowing that Allen is clearly beyond the body of his age, Harry and Freig deeply agreed.

Alan is not commenting on this. If Malfoy really provokes him, he doesn’t mind teaching the ignorant teenagers. For the first-year students who don’t know any spells, even if they don’t use them, they just use them. Fists are enough.

　　 Several people quickly took off their coats and put on black robes.

　　 Ron's old robe is a bit shorter, and his leather shoes are exposed underneath-it seems that Ron's brother was not as tall as Ron in his first grade.

　　Although Ron himself seemed very embarrassed, Alan felt that such a robe was pretty good, at least it was easy to move, and when he opened his legs, he didn’t have to worry about stepping on the corner of the robe and falling...

　　 "The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage in the car and we will send it to the school for you." The announcer's voice echoed on the train.

　　 "We're almost here, the magical world, I—I'm a little nervous." Flig said dryly, completely losing the spirit of buoyancy and excitement when discussing food.

He was not the only one nervous. Harry was clutching his stomach with a very uncomfortable look. Even the face under the freckles of Ron, who was born with pure blood, turned pale-he remembered his twin brother gave him The horror information describing how to sort the hospital.

　　 Allen stuffed the remaining candies into Harry’s pockets, squeezed the clothes off into the suitcase, put it aside, and rushed forward with the flow of people in the aisle.

　　 The train slowed down and finally stopped.

　　 The passengers pushed and shoved, rushing to the door, and descending to a dark and small platform.

　　 The chill in the night shivered Harry, who was next to Alan.

　　 Then a light swayed above the students, and Allen heard a rough voice yelling: "First graders! First graders come here! Harry, come here, how are you?"

Above a crowd of thousands of people, Hagrid's bearded face was smiling, and he looked dull, but obviously some little wizards who were not familiar with him didn't think so, they were afraid of him. That abnormally big size.

　　 "Come on, come with me, there are other first-year students, Hogwarts key keeper, hunting ground watch...Hey, boy! Beware of your feet! Okay, first-year students come with me!"

　　 The freshmen followed Hagrid and stumbling and stumbling, seeming to walk down a steep and narrow path.

　　Allen has adapted well, and has spare time to help people around him.

　　 "At this time, Ron's slightly shorter robe has an obvious advantage. Seeing that he walks faster and easier than others." Allen thought wildly.

　　 The road is dark on both sides, everyone is silent, it is very horror movie atmosphere.

　　 "Turning this turn, you will soon see Hogwarts for the first time." Hagrid shouted back.

　　 Then there was a burst of loud "Oh--!", a black lake suddenly spread out at the end of the narrow path.

On the high hillside on the other side of the lake stands a towering castle. The top of the castle is lined with spires, and windows are gleaming under the stars.

"Each boat can't exceed four people!" Hagrid said loudly, pointing to a group of small boats moored on the shore-Allen just knew the meaning of such a number of people, and it just made the little wizards experience Hogwarts. The feelings of the four founders when it was founded.

But because of the fast speed, Ron, who arrived early, was taken on the boat by others, and Alan took the other one quickly. Harry and Flige helped each other and climbed onto the boat. Neville watched just now. Alan, who had helped him, heaved a sigh of relief and climbed up.

　　 "Are you all on the boat?" Hagrid yelled. He himself had to take a boat by himself to fit himself in.

　　 "Well, go ahead!" A group of small boats immediately passed the mirror-like lake and sailed forward.

　　 Everyone was silent, staring at the huge castle high into the sky.

　　 When they approached the cliff where the castle was, the castle seemed to rise above their heads.

　　 "Head down!" Hagrid yelled as the first boats approached the cliff.

　　 Everyone bowed their heads, and the boat carried them through the ivy tents covering the front of the cliff to the secret open entrance. The little wizards found that only Hagrid himself really needed to bow his head.

　　 They seemed to come to the castle underground along a dark tunnel, and finally reached a place similar to an underground dock, and then climbed onto a ground of gravel and small pebbles.

Then Hagrid knocked on the door of the castle with a huge fist. A tall black-haired witch in an emerald-green robe stood in front of the door. Professor McGonagall with a solemn expression led the freshmen to the other side of the castle hall. In a very small room.

　　Professor McGonagall introduced the four colleges in Hogwarts and notified the sorting ceremony to be held shortly. Harry judged from the appearance requirements of the little wizards when she met, she must be difficult to deal with.

It can be seen that the little wizards are very nervous: the little wizards from the Muggle world are confused and don’t know what challenges they will face; the new students from the wizard’s family seem to have not received real information from their relatives at home. Rumors spread.

　　 Adults don’t seem to want to destroy this kind of mental journey, which is also a rare growth experience.

　　 "How can they accurately assign us to which college?" Harry asked.

　　Fleig also wanted to know the answer, turning his head to look at Alan instead of Ron, who was said to be from a family of pure-blood wizards but was not very reliable.

"Don't worry, we won't let us drop out." Allen comforted with some empty words, and he did not intend to break this tradition-only he knew that watching others so nervous is actually quite fun. …

"Probably through a test. Fred said it hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking." Ron looked horrified~www.ltnovel.com~Allen didn't do it next. Too much explanation. He thinks they will know it in a while anyway. It is not difficult for them. What he finds difficult is to face the hat that can see through people's thinking and potential. I don't know if it will see through. Own secrets.

For this reason, he has been focusing on practicing Occlumency for the past two years. Even if he learns this skill in the first grade, it will attract Dumbledore’s attention from another angle. It is better than crossing and the system known to him. After all, the magic world is not I lack genius, and I don't like Gryffindor anyway. I just need to judge according to the specific circumstances and see if I can deliberately stay away from Harry and his party.

A master of Occlumency can allow people to see only the parts he wants to see. At this point, Allen also needs to consider what can be seen by the academy hat. If he wants to achieve this level, he still Slightly reluctant.

Just as Alan was immersed in his thoughts, Harry suddenly jumped up next to him, and several people screamed loudly behind him. It turned out that the ghosts in the school came out to scare the freshmen. Twenty ghosts suddenly appeared on the wall behind them. These pearly white, translucent ghosts glided across the room, whispering to each other, pretending to pay little attention to the appearance of these freshmen.

　　 As the students screamed, these ghosts floated through the wall after they introduced themselves or just showed their faces.

　　Professor McGonagall was like deliberately waiting for the ghosts to complete their tasks, and just returned after they left. She first calmed the frightened students. "Now, in a single row," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year freshman, "follow me."

　　 The branching ceremony is about to begin.