Chapter 184: Branch

The carriage passed through the gates with winged wild boar sculptures on both sides, and drove along the wide driveway. Due to the strong winds, the carriage swayed violently, and many brightly lit windows flashed vaguely behind the thick rain curtain. The carriage the students took was stopped under the stone steps in front of the two oak doors.
"It's a weather." Ron jumped from the carriage at this time and landed on the wet ground, splashing a little muddy water.
Hermione said, "I'm really worried about how the first-year students ferry."
By this time, Malfoy had reached the cave-like deep foyer. The torches were lit, and the marble staircase was extraordinary.
A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and went straight to Malfoy's head. It was just that the creator of the prank was not surprised by it, but was caught in some panic.
"Mr. Malfoy! Be careful!" This was Pippi's panic cry, and I saw the Pippi, who loved to play tricks, floating twenty feet above their heads. He was short, wearing a hat with bells, and an orange bow tie. The muscles on that big, naughty face were tight and tense. The mischief-loving mischief was more than ordinary people imagined. Cunning, he knows who can provoke and who cannot provoke at Hogwarts.
It’s just that his warning didn’t work at all, because Malfoy’s alertness was quite sharp. This kind of hostile behavior is easy to distinguish. He just pulled out his wand and quickly read a spell, and the balloon was popped. On the wall not far away, it burst fiercely, and the water stains covered the wall. The people around were not injured, but they were frightened and started to get restless. Soon the second water bomb responded. Knowing that, apparently, Pippi set up an organization to allow his pranks to be released automatically. The advantage is that, after he is ready, he does not have to act in person, and he can observe and enjoy his pranks. The trouble caused by others is the source of his pleasure.
The disadvantage is also obvious, he can't control his back stroke now, one after another water bombs poured down from the ceiling, it is difficult to imagine what will happen when these things are put into the crowd.
The expected major flood did not happen. The moment when the water polo were about to land, they were blocked by an invisible soft barrier. Then the balloons resembled a strong bow that was full of force and rebounded. The force is unusually strong, and it is launched vertically upwards in violation of physical principles.
"Mr. Malfoy, please forgive me!" At this time, Pippi was no longer as relaxed as he was at that time. The water bombs he made were now following him frantically.
He is not a pure ghost, but also has a certain entity.
The surrounding students began to laugh, excited to gain the upper hand in the showdown with Pippi.
"It's just a little lesson." Malfoy said, staring at Pippi.
"Mr. Malfoy, thank you for helping me solve this little trouble." At this time, Professor McGonagall bumped out of the crowd, and the splashes of water just fell to the ground and became slippery, leaving her all Carefully fell.
"It's just a hand, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded.
Professor McGonagall raised his head and said aloud, "I warn you, Pippi—"
"I've been punished!" Pippi was exhausted at this time, and he didn't forget to shout back.
"Okay, let's go!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, changing the sympathetic look just now.
Malfoy followed the crowd through the foyer at this time, through the two doors on the right.
The auditorium was still so magnificent, and was specially decorated for Xin Xuesi's banquet. Hundreds and thousands of candles were floating in the air above the table, and the gold plates and stemware shone brightly. There were some students sitting at the four long college tables. It is still early, and the people are still in the future. There is a fifth table at the top, and the faculty members sit side by side, facing their students. It's much warmer here.
There are a few empty seats on the faculty’s table, and in the middle is the principal Professor Dumbledore. His flowing silver-white hair and beard gleamed in the candlelight, and the rich dark green robe was embroidered with many stars and the moon. The fingertips of Dumbledore's two slender hands touched together, and his chin rested on his fingertips. His eyes looked at the ceiling above through half-moon-shaped lenses, as if in deep contemplation. The ceiling was enchanted and looked like the sky outside.
Moody was sitting on the edge of the staff table, looking out of place.
"Alasto! Come and come, sit here!" Dumbledore waved his hand friendly, let Moody sit beside him, while the other hand gently waved, and then out of the air chair.
"You know, I don't like such a lively place." Moody coughed a little, and even if he said that, he dragged his artificial leg made of wood and walked over, pulled the chair and sat down .
"You have to face many students afterwards." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Oh? Who dares to be noisy in my class, I won't be soft." Moody's eyes narrowed.
"Hogwarts strictly prohibits corporal punishment of students. We generally use confinement or a more moderate approach~EbookFREE.me~ Dumbledore and Yan Yuese said.
"Oh? It seems that my habits have to be changed. The last time I came here was a different position. This time I am a teacher, right? There is a word called a teacher?" Moody picked him lightly. Eyebrows, the magic eye began to rotate again.
"Of course, if you can get used to it as soon as possible, it would be better."
"I will." Moody nodded, then looked up at both sides of the auditorium, burning continuously, with bright lights shining, showing a trance, maybe he remembered something.
The student-time self, or that short-lived Azkaban prison life?
After a while, the students came in from the outside one after another. Some of them were still wearing raincoats, stomping their feet on the floor, shaking their raindrops and splashing on the floor.
After all the students were here, the branch ceremony was about to begin. At this time, Professor McGonagall put a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and put a tattered and dirty on the stool. , A patched wizard hat. The first-year freshmen stared at it stunned. Others looked at it too. For a time, there was silence in the auditorium. Then a crack near the brim opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly sang.
To the surprise of the senior students, the lyrics sung by the school hat were replaced this time, and the singing stopped, and the auditorium burst into fierce applause.
One by one, the young, faceless students walked tremblingly in front of the branch hat. In a sense, the decision of this hat will determine the direction of their lives.
Or their original character is determined. The school hat is only for these students to perceive their own deep desires.
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