Harry Potter: Sacrifice of Creation

Led by Professor McGonagall, the freshmen slowly walked to the middle of the four long tables and formed a long line.

Once the freshmen were in place, the Sorting Hat began his show.

Although the song was a bit spicy, it was still within the range of bearing, and Turners could bear it.

It wasn't until the Sorting Hat performance was over that Professor McGonagall, who was standing on the side, stepped forward again and began to preside over the freshman sorting affair.

"Alright, now I'm calling the man by name, go here and put on your hat." Professor McGonagall had no expression on her serious face.

She was holding a long piece of parchment in her hand, and on the parchment was the list of new students who had come to Hogwarts this time.

"The first, Hannah Abbott."

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After a long time, it was finally Hermione's turn, and she stepped forward to put on the Sorting Hat.

But as soon as he put it on, the Sorting Hat had already made its decision, "Gryffindor! "

This was to be expected, and Turners was not surprised.

Maybe Hermione is indeed very studious and a top student.

However, at the same time, she also has a lot of courage to recognize one thing and be able to bless it firmly despite the interference of others, for example, for the rights and interests of the elves, she has been fighting until the end.

This is not something that ordinary people can do.

There were many other aspects that Hermione never lacked when courage was needed.

After Hermione, it was Turner.

When Professor McGonagall called his name, Turners quickly stepped forward, got into his chair, and brought the Sorting Hat to his head.

Just listening to his ears, a faint voice came, "Very interesting little one, although many things are obscured, but from the surface, you are a very mature child, not only with the shrewdness of Slytherin, but also with the wisdom of Ravenclaw and the courage of Gryffindor, so where should you be divided?" "

Turner knew what the Sorting Hat was talking about, and his memories would always be protected by the altar, and no one could steal them from his mind unless he volunteered.

After hearing the Sorting Hat's words, Turners thought for a moment and replied, "Assign me to Gryffindor, where I might be more comfortable, and Slytherin is not bad, but the intrigue there is too tiring." "

"The atmosphere of Ravenclaw is so intense that I don't want to be that tired yet, at least for the first few years."

"Uh-huh, that's a good idea, okay then, Gryffindor!"

As the Sorting Hat announced his decision, Turners also took the Sorting Hat off from his head.

After placing his hat on the stool, Turners made his way to the boiling Gryffindor table.

At this time, the Gryffindor long table was celebrating warmly because there was a new student.

It's not that Turners is popular, it's just a habit.

Each college, after being assigned a student, will receive a welcome from the seniors of which college.

Before Turner walked over, Hermione was already thinking about him beckoning, of course, the meaning was naturally not to let him pass, after all, Hermione was surrounded by senior girls, and he was embarrassed to go.

Turners made it to a stool and continued to watch.

This ceremony lasted for a long time, and when the last person, the sorting house, was over, the atmosphere of the whole hall began to boil at once.

At this point in time, everyone was already hungry, not only for the pleasure of their extra juniors, but also for the delicious food that they would be able to eat immediately.

Dumbledore, who was sitting on the stage, stood up at this time, and the wand in his hand cast a amplification spell on his throat, and then his voice changed over the commotion of everyone in the entire auditorium.

"All right, gentlemen, ladies, everybody's hungry already, and I just want to say 'Stupid! Cry! Residue! Wring! Please enjoy your meal slowly! "

As soon as Dumbledore's words fell, the plates in front of Turner and them, which had been empty before, were already filled with food in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the sumptuous dinner in front of him, Turners didn't show much interest.

The food wasn't as delicious as the food he had eaten at home.

Just make do with it, Turners is not a pampered young master, he still eats these foods.

Besides, the national conditions of the Great Eagle Country are like this, and the dark cuisine is famous, and it is already very good to have such a delicious taste.

Turner ate the food on the table slowly, chewing slowly on the whole table, which seemed a little special.

To be honest, maybe I was really hungry before, and the students here are counted as one, and the food at this time is not very good-looking.

After the main meal, there was also dessert after the meal, and Turner ate some of everything, and now it was also evening, and it was not too much to eat, and he had always paid attention to his eating habits.

And after dinner, it's time to start the last project of the evening - singing the school song!

This link Turners remembers very much, not only the horror described by Aunt Rowling, but also the performance in the movie is also very scary.

So, in order not to let his ears suffer, he was ready when Dumbledore stood up.

After a number of bans were announced, Dumbledore began to direct the group to sing the school song.

Turner's mental focus is to wait for this moment, so he naturally starts to do it immediately.

With a flick of his wand, an earbud listening spell was cast, blocking his ears and minimizing his hearing.

Then, follow where the others pretend to open their mouths and fool around.

No one will notice Turner's commotion, after all, there are at least seven or eight hundred people in this auditorium, and if they want to notice someone, unless they are specifically staring, no one will pay attention to someone's small movements.

Turner couldn't help but smack his tongue as he looked at the note that slowly floated out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand.

It's not that this kind of spell-casting technique is so clever, but that Lao Deng uses his old wand to do such a thing, which makes the corners of his mouth twitch involuntarily.