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"Well done, Elwyn!" Professor Mag, who had received the news, rushed out of the auditorium in a hurry. The floor was too wet, and she slipped. She quickly grabbed onto a student to prevent herself from falling. She adjusted the pointed top hat on her head, and sternly said to the drenched crowd, "Leave the rest to me. All of you, hurry up and get into the auditorium!"
Following the flow of people, Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione slid through the hall, and passed through two doors on the right. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Talk → Net w
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Ron muttered angrily in a low voice, and pushed his wet hair away from his face.
The hall was still splendid, and had been specially decorated for the new college banquet.
Hundreds of candles floated above the table, making the gold saucers and goblets sparkle.
Four long academic tables were already filled with chattering students.
There was a fifth table at the top of the hall, and the faculty sat on one side of the table, facing their students.
Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked past the students from Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and then joined the other students from Gryffindor Academy, and sat at the table at the end of the hall.
Next to them was the ghost of Gryffindor Academy, Nick, who was almost headless.
Nick was translucent, and glowed pearly white.
Tonight, he wore his usual tight jacket, but with a particularly large wheel-shaped collar. He wore the collar for two reasons. One was to look more festive, and the other was to ensure that his head would not shake too much on his half-severed neck.
"Good evening," he said to them with a smile. "How was your summer vacation?!"
"Not bad!" Elwyn replied, and lightly tapped his robe with his wand.
The moisture on it evaporated instantly, and the clothes became dry again.
"I've read the Hogwarts Magic News recently. You've done something great, Elwyn!" "Many ghosts ask me about you. They know that I have the best relationship with you."
Elwyn needed Nick's help with many things in the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper.
The news sources provided by ghosts located all over the United Kingdom had now become the newspaper's biggest feature, and it was very popular.
Elwyn and Nick had a lot of opportunities to interact with each other. Out of all the young wizards in the academy, they had the best relationship.
The two of them had just spoken a few words when Colin, dragging his wet robe behind him, slipped between them.
"Elwyn, come in first. The rain outside is too heavy!" Corin took off his shoes and poured out the water inside. "I stood in the hall for a while, trying to see how my brother looked like when he crossed the lake, but I couldn't see anything in the dark."
His brother's name was Dennis Creevey. Elwyn had met him on the train just now.
The little fellow had grey-brown hair. He looked even smaller than Corin, but he was more energetic.
It was obvious that Corin had told him many things about the Hogwarts, and had also praised Elwyn in front of him.
The little fellow was so excited when he saw Elwyn that he almost couldn't breathe. He told him many things about Elwyn in a row.
He looked like a replica of Corin when he met Harry.
"I really hope they can do the sorting soon. I can't wait!" Corin said, and actually jumped on the chair. "I really hope he's assigned to Gryffindor! Elwyn, can you pray for him with me?! Harry, you come too, okay? "
"No problem!" Elwyn nodded.
Harry also agreed. Everyone's topic turned to whether the brother and sister were all assigned to the same college.
From the situation of Weasley's family, it was indeed so. All seven of their children were assigned to Gryffindor College.
But not necessarily. Hermione used Parvati Petier as an example.
Her twin sister was in Ravenclaw, and they looked exactly the same.
Even in terms of personality, there was no difference.
There was also the example of Sirius. According to the Blake family tradition, Slytherin was the only one assigned to Gryffindor.
This made Corin very nervous. She kept clasping her hands together and praying that Dennis would be assigned to Gryffindor.
Elwyn's gaze turned to the center of the auditorium. Ever since he entered the school, due to many coincidental reasons, he had never watched the sorting ceremony live. It seemed that he would not miss it this year.
There were more empty seats than usual in front of the staff table.
Hagrid was leading the freshmen across the lake. Professor Meg was in the hall, having the floor wiped dry to prevent Mischievous from causing trouble. Professor Snape was not there either. Only Dumbledore was sitting there as usual.
Just like before, Dumbledore's elegant silver-white hair and beard shone in the candlelight. His luxurious dark green robe was embroidered with many stars and moons. The fingertips of his two slender hands touched together, and his chin rested on them. His eyes looked at the ceiling through the half-moon glasses, as if he was deep in thought.
After a long time, as if sensing Elwyn's gaze, he lowered his head and winked at him with his azure blue eyes.
Beside Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick was sitting on a pile of soft cushions, drinking a red beverage.
Next to him was the herbalism teacher, Professor Sprout. Her hat was slanted on top of her flowing gray hair. She was discussing something with Professor Sinister from the Astronomy Department.
After a while, when the banquet was about to start, Snape appeared.
He had a sallow complexion, a hooked nose, and greasy hair. He walked into the hall in a pitch-black robe, his footsteps were light and silent.
Snape seemed to have an invisible aura around him. When he walked past, all the little warlocks shut their mouths subconsciously.
His cold, disgusted gaze lingered on Elwyn and Harry for a short while before quickly moving away.
"Look at the teachers' table. There's still an empty seat there!" Harry said, following Snape's footsteps and looking toward the classroom. "It's the new teacher for Defense Against Black Magic. Why isn't he here yet? I wonder who it could be?"
None of the teachers for Defense Against Black Magic stayed for more than a year. That position was cursed.
Elwyn knew that the teacher for this year's Defense Against Black Magic class was Madman Moody.
To be precise, it was a fake Moody, impersonated by Barty Crouch Jr.
He had no idea what he was doing. He hadn't appeared yet.
"I don't know who it is, but I hope it's quick. I'm starving!" Ron said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the hall opened. Everyone immediately quieted down.
Professor Meg led a long line of freshmen to the top of the hall. Everyone looked over.
If Elwyn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were drenched previously, it was nothing compared to these freshmen.
They looked as though they didn't take the ferry but swam over from the lake.
They stood in a row along the teachers' table, stopped, and faced the entire school.
Because they were cold and nervous, all of them were shivering. Only the youngest boy was an exception.
He was Corin's younger brother, Dennis. The little guy was wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat.
The coat was too big for him. He looked as though he was under a black circus fur tent.
His little face stuck out from above the collar, and his expression was one of extreme excitement.
When he stood in a row with his terrified companions, his gaze met with Corin, Elwyn, and the rest.
He gave them two thumbs up and mouthed, "I fell into the lake!"
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