The train continued to head north, but the weather was still unpredictable. The raindrops beat against the window intermittently, and then the sun lazily peeked out, but soon the clouds drifted by and covered it again. Night fell, and the train's lights lit up.
Emily pressed her forehead against the window, wanting to see the scenery outside, but unfortunately, it was a moonless night. It was dark outside, and she could only see the raindrops sliding down the window, and the window was dirty from the rain.
Allen handed over a towel that he had soaked with hot water. Emily wiped off the dust on her forehead and changed into her school uniform.
On the platform, Hagrid, who was holding a magic lamp, was very conspicuous. He shouted loudly, "Freshmen, come here … Freshmen …"
"Allen, I want to go to Ravenclaw. What do I have to do when it's time for the division?" Emily hugged Allen and looked up to ask. Her voice was a little nervous, obviously hearing the other freshmen's discussion about the division.
"Don't believe the other people's bragging, Emily. The school won't ask you to deal with a monster now. Don't worry, you'll know later." Allen comforted his sister, but in the end, he still decided to uphold the tradition of not telling the freshmen how to division.
Emily nodded doubtfully, picked up her robe, and rushed in the direction of Hagrid with the group of panic-stricken freshmen.
On the dark street outside Hogsmeade Station, Allen waited until he could no longer see Emily's small figure before he casually boarded a Ye Qi carriage.
Harry also sat in the carriage, looking at the Ye Qi standing between the poles in a daze.
Their form was somewhat similar to reptiles, with the body of a huge black horse without any meat. Their black fur clung tightly to their bones, and every bone was clearly visible. Their heads resembled those of a dragon, and their white eyes had no pupils. They held a long black tail, and there were wings growing out of their shoulder bones.
"I really don't understand. These carriages were clearly able to move on their own before, so why are these scary black winged horses pulling them this year?" Harry complained. He felt that these ugly animals were standing motionless in the growing darkness, and it was very strange and ominous.
"Move on their own?" Allen thought for a moment and understood Harry's meaning.
Luna, who was already sitting in the carriage, put down her antagonist and looked at Harry. "That's a Ye Qi. So you saw death in the accident in the last competition?"
Allan looked at Harry, who was a little confused by the question, and explained to him, "Only people who have witnessed death can see them. Night turtles have an amazing sense of direction. As long as you tell them the destination, no matter where you are, they will send you to the place you want to go."
Although he heard their explanation, Harry still felt that these creatures were very unlikable.
When the Ye Qi drove into the Hogwarts and stopped in front of the castle, Harry eagerly jumped down from the carriage, nodded at Allen, and ran into the hall to share what he had just seen with Ron.
The hall was illuminated red by the torches, and the sound of the students' footsteps echoed. They crossed the flagstone floor and walked to the two doors on the right that led to the auditorium, where the opening banquet was being held.
As soon as Allen entered the hall, he saw Umrich sitting next to Dumbledore at the teacher's table. She looked like an experienced young lady. She was short and fat, with short, curly grayish-brown hair and a very ugly big pink bow on it. It matched the furry pink cardigan she was wearing over her long robe.
She was wearing a dark purple robe with silver stars and a matching hat. Dumbledore was sitting on a golden high-back chair next to her. He tilted his head toward Umrich, and Umrich was talking into his ear.
When Hagrid returned to his seat, Allen's attention was directed to the hall. Since Hagrid had appeared, it meant that the first years had already crossed the Black Lake and arrived at the castle.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door to the auditorium opened, and a long line of first years, still in shock, was led into the auditorium by Professor Mag. Professor Mag was holding a stool in his hand, on which was an ancient wizard's hat. The hat was covered in patches, and there was a wide crack next to the frayed brim.
The buzzing of conversation in the auditorium gradually died down. The first years were lined up in front of the teacher's table, facing their classmates from the other grades. Professor Mag carefully placed the stool in front of them, and then retreated to the back.
The faces of the first years were pale in the candlelight. In the middle of the line, Emily looked very calm, but her clenched fists betrayed her nervousness. Harris and his family had maintained the traditions of the wizarding world very well. None of them had told Emily how they were divided. Outside the auditorium, the little wizards who were waiting for the mysterious test to determine which school they belonged to made all kinds of unreliable guesses, which made her feel even more uneasy.
All the teachers and students in the school waited with bated breath. The shabby hat on the stool opened its mouth and began to sing a new song it had made up. "… The lessons of history have warned us that our Hogwarts are in danger. Enemies outside the school are eyeing us covetously. We must be united internally, or everything will fall apart from the inside … "
When the hat finished singing its new song, the auditorium was filled with applause, but it was mixed with whispers. Usually, the hat only described the different qualities valued by the four Hogwarts schools and the tasks it assigned to the students. This time, it was trying to give the school advice.
But when Professor Mag announced the list of first years, everyone's attention was quickly diverted, and the buzzing in the auditorium stopped abruptly.
Slowly, the long line of first years shrank bit by bit. The four schools had already accepted many new students, and only then did they hear Professor Mag call out Emily's name.
Emily displayed an unusual steadiness as she straightened her body and walked towards the sorting hat.
"This is my sister. She's very smart. She's always wanted to come to my school. That's right. It's only natural that she was assigned to Ravenclaw," Allen boasted proudly to the students of Ravenclaw.
Emily had already sat down on the stool and put the hat on her head. Unlike the little wizards who had announced their schools without much thought, the hat seemed to hesitate for a long time this time.
Allen couldn't help but think of when he had just won the Quidditch Boutique Award. When he had been questioned by his family, it was also Emily who had stood up for him. He hesitated. "Maybe she'll be assigned to Gryffindor …"
After a long time, the crack on the side of the hat finally opened up, loudly announcing, "Slythrin!"
The Slytherin, led by Malfoy, burst into cheers. Emily reluctantly dragged her feet and joined the Slytherin. She kept looking pitifully at Allen, who was sitting at Ravenclaw's table.
"Ahem … Slytherin … Well, my father is also from this school. He'll be very happy when he hears this news." Allen was a little embarrassed because of his previous boasting. Although he regretted that his sister couldn't be in the same school as him, Allen's attention was immediately attracted by the Slytherin surrounding Emily. Seeing that Emily was very popular and well taken care of in Slytherin, Allen was relieved even though he knew that their purpose was to curry favor with Harris.
"Welcome to our new life," said Dumbledore in a booming voice. He opened his arms and a broad smile spread across his lips. "Welcome! Welcome, our old students. Welcome back! There's plenty of time for speeches, but not now. Eat to your heart's content! "
There was a roar of admiring laughter and enthusiastic applause. Dumbledore sat upright, tossing his long beard over his shoulder to keep it out of the way of his plate. Five long tables groaned under the weight of the delicious food that had suddenly fallen from the sky. Huge slabs of beef, pies, plates of vegetables, bread, jam, and jugs of pumpkin juice were piled on top of the five long tables, groaning under the weight of the burden.
Allen looked at Slytherin's table. After a brief observation, the Slytherin piled Emily's plate with her favorite syrup and fruit pies. However, Emily was not Gold Garen, so she couldn't be liked by everyone. Allen also noticed that at Slytherin's table, a few of the junior wizards were looking at Emily with unfriendly eyes. He wasn't sure if it was out of jealousy or arrogance.
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