A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

Unieff looked up at the ceiling, which was enchanted, and the night sky was as bright as the stars above the Black Lake.

"How come it's a lifetime?" He raised his head and said, "A person's lifetime will not be determined by one thing, just like this auditorium is not illuminated by a beam of light."

"Suppose there are 10,000 candles in this auditorium, and each candle emits 10,000 rays of light, then a total of 100,000,000 rays of light will make the place flourish. It is a cumulative result, not an instant decision."

Light entered his eyes and reflected from his eyes.

Hermione glanced at him strangely, not understanding why this man suddenly said this.

"Why are you babbling? It's like a hole in the sky has been opened in your brain." She said, "I'm just complaining!"

But she couldn't help but be infected by this context, and said things that she was unlikely to say normally.

"Besides, there are important things in the world, so is magic, and so is Mansu." She lowered her voice.

"It's because of such a significant event that I'm here, otherwise I might be at Eton College."

"My family had an appointment for a long time, and then Professor McGonagall suddenly came. It can be said that it completely changed the trajectory of my life."

"Do you think this change is okay?" Unieff asked politely, as if investigating the product experience.

"I've never thought about this." Hermione said, "Why don't you read a few more books when you have time?"

"It's really hard work." Yunevo couldn't help but sigh.

"That's worth talking about!" Hermione raised her nose.

"However, since you asked the question sincerely, I'll think about it with great compassion. It's just a very simple question anyway."

"thanks."

"No thanks."

She paused for a moment, cleared her throat, and began to answer, as if the answer was already there.

"There are definitely problems," she said. "A lot of hard work is in vain... English, math, science, history, geography, computers... It's unlikely that future exams will get them."

"But compared to magic, these seem to be nothing."

"Magic!" She took out her wand, a wand with rattan whiskers around its body.

"As long as you are a normal person, know that magic exists in this world, and you have the opportunity to learn it, would you refuse such an opportunity?"

"Would you refuse?" She looked over.

Yunevo thought about it for a while, over and over again, and finally came to the same answer: "No."

"Yeah, it's as if we were born to pursue magic."

"The same is true for Mansu." Hermione said rightfully, "who can refuse the opportunity to be smart! And it's not just smart! Full of energy, strong magic, learning magic is a thousand miles away! Not to mention there are cute Miss Tree and Dementors..."

"Magic power is strong?" Yunev was suddenly startled.

"What?" Hermione was a little puzzled, "Don't you feel that way?"

"I really haven't." Unieff shook his head and said honestly, "However, it may be that there is too much magic."

When he said this, he heard a sound of gnashing his teeth, but following the sound, it was Hermione's very kind smile.

He looked at Harry who was wearing the sorting hat on the stage again, and the sound of grinding his teeth came from his ears.

Turning her head again, she saw Hermione smiling very kindly.

"Gryffindor!" cried the Sorting Hat.

The most enthusiastic cheers erupted in the auditorium in an instant, and Unieff also clapped his hands.

Hermione clapped her hands too, but still snorted angrily.

There were only three people left on the stage, and it didn't take long for them to be divided, one each for Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Ron was still with Harry.

After the sorting ceremony was over, Mag habitually glanced back, then came back to his senses and announced:

"The banquet starts now!"

With a wave of her hands, all kinds of food suddenly appeared from the golden plate on the dining table like flowers, and she rolled up the parchment, picked up the sorting hat, and left.

Dumbledore still hasn't returned.

Quirrell tried to chat with Snape, his fork pointed at Dumbledore's position from time to time, not knowing what he was asking.

Snape looked at Harry from time to time, not sure if he heard Quirrell's question, but he always felt that he answered quite casually.

Gardwin was on the sidelines with Flitwick.

There is a narrow long table, and inexplicably several waves of forces will gather.

The ghosts of the various colleges that were originally onlookers were also seated one after another. Among them, Ravenclaw's college ghost was quite eye-catching, and it was the most beautiful of all ghosts.

It's just that she didn't chat and laugh with the students like Nick in Gryffindor, but sat in the front seat quite proudly, not even nodding her head as she floated by.

I heard from the person next to me that it was Ms. Gray, but Univer knew that she was also the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the founders of the academy, at least in the movie.

While observing the environment, he inserted something into his mouth, filling his stomach unconsciously.

However, he still ate the pudding seriously at the end. It was refreshing and delicious, and it was very tired.

All the food on the plate disappeared, Dumbledore was still absent, Professor McGonagall stood up, and the auditorium returned to silence.

"Presumably everyone has had enough to eat and drink, and now Professor Dumbledore should speak, but he is temporarily away from school for some things, so I will announce some precautions for him."

She took out a piece of parchment and read:

"First, as in previous years, the forest area on the edge of the school grounds prohibits any students from entering."

"Secondly, Mr. Filch, the administrator, asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridor between classes. We have a special place for casting spells."

"Thirdly, the review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team, please contact Ms. Hooch."

"Fourth, if you don't want to suffer an accident and die in pain, please don't enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

She raised her head, glanced around, and continued:

"Fifth, the dementors that attacked the train seem reluctant to leave, they were driven to a valley near the station, we have taken some protective measures to prevent them from coming out, but you'd better not approach~www. novelmt.com ~ If anyone sees a Dementor near the school, please be sure to notify the teacher."

"Sixth, advice from the Ministry of Magic: Always pay attention to personal safety, and if you encounter a strange wizard, you should immediately notify the teachers nearby, or Mr. Gardwin, the Auror of the Ministry of Magic. At the same time, no one is allowed to leave the school unless there are special circumstances, including three Students in grades and above who want to go to Hogsmeade Village."

A low whimper suddenly sounded in the auditorium.

Yunevo heard words such as "unfavorable time", "unfortunate fortune", "unfortunate fate" and so on on his long table.

They are all senior students.

"Silence!" McGonagall raised her voice.

The auditorium fell silent again.

Then she heard hesitantly say, "Let's go to the last part of the opening banquet."

"Sing the school song."

I saw that all the teachers looked over, most of them were encouraging and instigating.

As soon as she closed her eyes and pretended not to see, she flicked her wand, and a long golden ribbon flew out from the wand, and neat lines of words were coiled around the dining table.

"You can choose the tune you like," she said. "Of course, it's better to have it all together."

"Get ready, sing!"

In the end, the school song was still sung in various ways. There was no unified tune for everyone, and each academy also had its own style.

Slytherin is dark, Ravenclaw is mysterious, Hufflepuff is relaxed, Gryffindor sings everything.

Eugene chose to sing along with Hermione. He is not very good at singing, and there are only a handful of tunes that he can remember. They are:

"March of the Volunteers," "Happy Birthday," "Two Tigers," and the untitled lullaby that Ms. Garrel sang to him as a child.

Still forget it.