Chapter 8: Sorting ceremony

　　 "Heh, roar incompetent." Mike shook his head, speaking with disdain. "Well, who will tell me what happened."
　　 Harry and Ron surrounded him, and you explained to Mike what Malfoy had just come.
　　 Mike chuckled, he actually knew Malfoy's intentions.
　　Mr. Malfoy came here with kindness this time, but he was obviously a spoiled child. He recognized Harry, but despised Ron. The most important thing is that he actually thought that Harry, who grew up in the Muggle world, could understand his theory of the supremacy of pure blood, especially under the premise that both Harry's parents died at the hands of the leader of the pure blood noble Voldemort.
　　 It can be said that the two are not born in the same camp, want to win Harry? Simply whimsical.
　　 "You will come to me when he comes again, and I will solve it. I have dealt with many of these things while wandering on the streets." Mark solemnly said to the two.
　　 "You are so handsome!" This is Ron and Harry.
　　Hermione’s focus is different from the two.
　　 "What, have you been wandering on the street?"
　　 "Yes, I am an orphan."
　　 "Sorry, I mean..."
　　 Hermione realized that she had said something wrong and hurriedly apologized.
　　 "Okay, let's not talk about that." Mike interrupted before Hermione was finished. "The train is going to Hogwarts soon. Let's change our clothes. Madam, I think you need to avoid it. Also, thank you Neville. Your courage just now is amazing. You will definitely be classified. Lanfindor."
　　 Hermione blushed and ran away.
　　 Harry and the others quickly changed into wizard robes, unknowingly several people regarded Mike as the backbone.
　　 Mike also put on the second-hand robe sent to him by Hogwarts.
　　 This robe is obviously smaller and can only cover Mike's calf, while Harry's robe is tailored to cover his shoes firmly.
　　 Ron's robe is obviously also second-hand or even handy. He looked at Harry's new robe and felt a little inferior.
　　 Mike is different, he doesn't care whether the shabby robe on his body will attract the contempt of others. The stride took Harry and Ron down the train.
　　 Just getting out of the car, a tall figure attracted the attention of the three. Hagrid's size was hard to notice in the group of little wizards.
　　 "First graders! First graders come here! Harry, come here, how are you?" Hagrid finally found three of them.
　　 Under the leadership of Hagrid, a black lake appeared in front of everyone.
A castle stands on the hillside across the lake. Under the light of the stars, the entire Hogwarts Castle is like a pearl dotted in the night sky. Compared with it, even the moon is eclipsed.
　　 "Each boat cannot exceed four people!" Hagrid led the little wizards onto the boat.
　　 Harry and Ron boarded the boat first, followed by Mike and Hermione. Originally Neville planned to take the boat with Mike, but seeing that Hermione got on the boat first, she could only leave with grievances.
　　 Hagrid rowed his small boat that might be crushed by him at any time, and the little wizards slowly followed. It didn't take long for Mike to feel the majesty of Hogwarts when they approached.
　　 Unlike when I was in the distance, the interior of Hogwarts is now brightly lit and the castle is full of spires, which is very shocking.
　　 "Head down!"
　　 Mike and others fell into a state of dementia, until Hagrid awakened them with a roar.
　　 Everyone walked along a dark tunnel to the pier under the castle, and under the leadership of Hagrid, they finally assembled in front of a huge oak door.
　　 The toad on the road in Neville finally returned to Neville's hands by himself, and Neville was so excited that he couldn't make a sound.
　　 noticed the movement over there, Mike looked at Neville, who happened to meet Neville, and gave him an encouraging look.
The door was suddenly opened. A tall witch in an emerald-green robe looked at the little wizards standing in front of the door. Her expression was serious and her lips were pressed tightly. Her eyes drifted past Mike and Harry inadvertently. It is Professor McGonagall.
　　 "Thank you, Hagrid, leave it to me next."
　　 She bid farewell to Hagrid and led a group of little wizards into the castle. Under the pressure of her aura, the little wizards who were chatting with each other were all silent, and one by one followed Professor McGonagall like a little chicken and an old hen.
　　 Passing through the huge castle hall, everyone finally stopped in a small room.
　　 "Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said, "but you still need to go through the sorting ceremony before you officially enroll to decide which college you will study in the next 7 years."
"The four colleges are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each has bred countless outstanding wizards, and they have all made great contributions to the wizarding world. In addition, The school holds the College Cup every year, and I hope you can all perform well and strive to win honor for your college."
　　 "The sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students in the school in a few minutes. Before that, I suggest you tidy up your appearance." Professor McGonagall stared at the stain on Ron's nose and turned away.
　　 Perceiving McGonagall's gaze, Mike took out his wand and pointed it at Ron's nose to "clean it up." The stain on Ron's nose disappeared instantly.
　　 Noting that Mike had released a new cleaning spell, Hermione opened her mouth in excitement.
　　 "You learned how to clean up! I haven't learned it yet, it's so difficult!"
　　 Mike smiled politely at her without paying attention. At this time, his attention was all on the white transparent figures that suddenly emerged from the wall behind them, ghosts.
　　 He is very interested in these ghosts, what kind of life form are they? Does the soul really exist?
　　Professor McGonagall returned soon, and she took the little wizards into the auditorium.
　　 Mike swears that he has never seen such a magical auditorium.
　　The students in robes are sitting around the four long tables. Candles float in the air above the long table. When you look up, you can see the ceiling. I don't know what kind of magic they have put on the ceiling. The ceiling is as if it doesn't exist. The moonlight outside shines straight down, and dots of light are dotted in the night sky.
　　 "Huh huh!" Professor McGonagall coughed and drew the attention of the freshmen. There was a high wooden chair in front of her with a pointed wizard hat that must be patched and worn out. "Next, I will start to roll the names, and the classmates whom I can pronounce sit on the chairs and put on the sorting hats."
　　 Mike was a little surprised, this did not match his expectations, the Sorting Hat did not sing!
　　 But he didn't have time to think about it. Professor McGonagall started to roll the call, and the first name to be pronounced was him.
　　 "Mike Tony!"
　　 Mike strode forward, he had already decided which college to go to, Ravenclaw.
　　According to the original book and the information obtained in Diagon Alley these days, Slytherin is the gathering place of the pure-blood family, so pass. Hufflepuff is a gathering station for mediocrities, UU reading www. uukánshu.com also pass.
　　 The remaining Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Mike chose Ravenclaw.
　　 First, the combat effectiveness of the Ravenclaw students clearly crushed Gryffindor, and the concentration camp of the schoolmaster is not for nothing.
　　Second, Ravenclaw, like Slytherin, is also rich in dark wizards. You must know that Ravenclaw's literal translation is "raven's claws", and it means "greedy predators". Where did so many books in the Hogwarts library come from? Most of them were plundered by Ravenclaw and his students from elsewhere. Therefore, the students of Ravenclaw are good at fighting and do not reject plunder.
　　 This can be seen from their dean, Felius Flivi, that the dean of an academy is a fighting champion? If Ravenclawry were all nerds, then the Dean would never be him.
　　 In short, Ravenclaw is simply a paradise for Mike to train his party members.
Let us go back to the auditorium. Mike picked up the sorting hat. Although the sorting hat was dirty, when he didn't dislike it at all, he said silently in his heart: "Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, let me go to Ravenclaw. Crowe."
　　 The moment he put on the Sorting Hat, a strange voice rang in his mind.
"Wow, a weird little wizard. Ambitious and possessing magical talents to dispel, if it weren't for your bloodline Slytherin would definitely be the best academy for you." The Sorting Hat paused, "What? Going to Lavin Crow? Not impossible, but maybe Gryffindor will be more suitable for you. Already decided? So all right."
　　 "Ravenclaw!"
　　 The Sorting Hat announced the result loudly.
　　 Suddenly, the students on the second table on the left gave a violent applause. The first freshman this year is theirs, which is a good luck.