Sure enough, ten seconds later.
"Silence."
Following the dull and old voice, the whispering children all quieted down. It was as if someone had pressed the off button on the volume.
A thin old man with grizzled hair slowly walked out from behind the flaming foyer. He wore a bronze robe, his hands behind his back, and his eyes were as sharp as a Buddhist eagle's.
This was an unknown teacher from the school.
Hoffa's breathing was somewhat suppressed. He didn't know why, but the moment he saw this old man, he felt that the current Hogwarts might be much stricter than 50 years later.
The old man slowly walked in front of the freshmen with his hands behind his back. "You will learn a lot at Hogwarts, but first you have to learn not magic, but discipline."
Wherever the old man's eyes swept across, the freshmen all lowered their heads without exception.
"The school assignment ceremony is about to begin. Whichever school you are assigned to is that school, and there is no room for argument. Follow me. "
The old man finished speaking very concisely, without the slightest intention of explaining more to them.
With one hand behind his back, he turned towards the foyer, his walking posture was quite domineering.
A group of freshmen under the old man's lead passed through a Gothic corridor that was dozens of meters high. On the walls, there were raging flames every ten meters.
A few students around whispered.
"Is that Vice Principal Adebayor?"
"So fierce, even fiercer than the legends say."
"Shh!!"
After saying a few words, someone hurriedly shut them up. Their expressions were fearful, and even a little cowardly.
Adebayor Ghoshak, so it was him.
Hoffa glanced at the calm Miranda.
So, this old man was her grandfather? It seemed that he was quite strict.
While thinking, Hoffa looked at the surrounding environment. There were no ghosts walking around here. It was so quiet that only the freshmen's footsteps could be heard. The eyes of the oil paintings on the wall slowly moved with them, but most of them didn't say a word.
Passing through the corridor, the group of freshmen arrived at the Hogwarts auditorium.
In the solemn and dim auditorium, the floor was covered with a blue carpet.
The surrounding voices were slightly louder, but they were all very restrained whispers. It was completely different from when they were on the train, talking freely and cheerfully.
There was no romance here like in the novels of the future, no hundreds of burning candles, no warmly welcoming prefects.
The lighting here was provided by braziers.
There were braziers on the walls all around. Every time the freshmen walked a certain distance, the braziers would light up, making the hall a little brighter.
Above the ceiling, thousands of bright stars slowly rotated in the darkness.
Like the ancient and obscure astrology, it was unfathomable, serious, and rigid.
Hoffa looked at the classroom from the crowd. In the middle of the classroom was an old man with a white beard. His eyes were sinister and his body was thin and weak. He was half bald.
Amando Dippet, the current principal of Hogwarts.
With just one look, Hoffa was certain that this guy was not a headmaster like Dumbledore.
There was no kindness in his eyes, only scrutiny.
It was no wonder that the entire school was filled with the aura of rules and order.
Of course, Hoffa also saw Dumbledore. At this moment, he was sitting on the left side of the faculty seat, whispering something to the black-haired Fatso next to him.
When Hoffa saw Fatso, he immediately understood his identity.
Slughorn, the Dean of Slytherin Academy.
The man who taught the secret of soul splitting to Lord Voldemort. More than fifty years later, he returned to the same position.
Walking to a giant eagle statue in front of the faculty seat, Vice-Principal Adbe Ghoshak turned around. Beside him was a high stool with a blue cushion.
On the stool was a gray and wrinkled hat.
"Line up."
The serious Professor Ghoshak said coldly.
His voice was calm, but all the freshmen immediately followed the order and stood in a row.
Professor Ghoshak then took out a long roll of parchment from his sleeve.
"If you hear the name, come up and put on your school's hat."
"Aykalamit."
A boy jogged over and hurriedly put the hat on his head. The school's hat immediately shouted.
"Gryffindor!"
A faint applause came from the table on the left. These people were quite restrained when they clapped. It was not as intense as described in books.
"Alpha Blake." Ghoshak continued to announce the name.
Hoffa was very familiar with this surname.
Blake.
He was a member of the Sirius family.
He looked up and saw a boy in a black robe with a cold expression on his face. He separated the crowd and sat on the high stool.
The school's hat hesitated for a long time on his head, and then assigned him to Slytherin. This Blake frowned, as if he was still a little unhappy.
Huo Fa looked at the boy who was the same age as him as he walked past, wondering what the relationship between this person and the future Sirius Blake was.
Not long after Alfad left, Huo Fa heard another familiar name.
"Irene Prince."
Prince? Irene Prince?
Mixed Prince Snape's mother?
Hoffa immediately looked up.
It was a girl with black hair. Her face was pale and her hair was greasy. There were many freckles around her nose and a worried expression on her face.
She nervously ran in front of the school's hat. The school's hat quickly assigned her to Slytherin.
Hoffa thought that he had eyes today. These people here were the ancestors of future famous people! He even thought that if he managed to get Irene Prince, would he be able to become Snape's father …
Hoffa quickly shook his head. He felt that it was not good to think about such silly questions in such a solemn hall.
Furthermore, Irene was not considered pretty …
The school's hat was sometimes very fast, sometimes very slow.
The fast ones only needed a few seconds.
The slow ones took as long as a minute. During this time, the people in the hall also waited silently. There was not a sound.
The crowd stepped forward one by one. Of course, other than some of the big families of the future. It was very difficult for Hoffa to hear any familiar faces in this school's ceremony.
Suddenly, Ghoshak shouted, "Aglaia Dracath.
A girl with blue eyes and silver hair walked out of the crowd and sat on the high stool expressionlessly.
Hoffa's eyes widened.
So her name was Aglaia Dracath. What a smelly and long name.
The school's hat just touched her silver hair when she shouted, "Ravenclaw."
Damn it. Hoffa secretly shook his head. It was a pity that he was not the school's hat. Otherwise, he would definitely assign her to Slytherin.
Aglaia put down her school's hat and walked down the steps. When she passed by Hoffa, she gave him a mocking smile. As if mocking his judgment on the train.
Hoffa thought that if he was Harry Potter, this guy would definitely be a character like Malfoy.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle."
The vice-principal's name interrupted Hoffa's thoughts.
He raised his head, wanting to witness this historic moment.
The tall Tom separated the crowd and slowly walked to the school's hat. He looked calm, but Hoffa sharply observed that his hands were clenched so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands were popping out. He was obviously very excited.
Only for a second.
The school's hat: "Slytherin!"
The rightmost table burst into applause. It was much more enthusiastic than the applause of the others. Under such a solemn atmosphere, this was already very difficult to achieve.
In less than an afternoon on the train, Tom Riddle had gained the favor of most of the Slytherin students.
The boy put down his school's hat. Hoffa actually saw a bit of relief on his face.
It was strange that the Lord Voldemort also had this kind of emotion.
After another dozen people left, the vice-principal of Ghoshak finally said the names expressionlessly.
"Hoffa Bach."
Miranda gave Hoffa a slight push, and Hoffa walked out of the crowd.
The others did not react. To them, this was just an extremely ordinary name.
But one person's eyes widened.
Aglaia, who was sitting at the corner of Ravenclaw's table, was originally expressionless and uninterested.
But when she saw Hoffa walk out, she was a bit puzzled.
Then her face immediately turned ashen. Anger from being humiliated rushed to her head. She slammed her fist on the table, which attracted the attention of the Ravenclaw next to her.
"Bastard."
Aglaia squeezed out two words through gritted teeth. She realized that this boy was not Mille Ghoshak. His name was Hoffa Bach.
In her opinion, this student Bach ignored her on the train, which was the biggest insult to her.
Hoffa of course did not know that his actions on the train had already offended a Ravenclaw. He sat on the high stool and nervously put on his hat.
It sounded casual, but when it came to this moment, he could not help but feel nervous.
As soon as he put on his hat, the school's hat sighed in his ear.
"Difficult, difficult. I haven't seen such a difficult student in a long time. Brave, courageous. Not bad at heart, very smart, and naturally not lacking in ambition. Stable and steady. Hmm, it seems that the four schools are quite suitable for you. "
Hoffa was speechless. Was this a way to say that he had no characteristics and that he was just like everyone else?
Time passed minute by minute, second by second, longer than anyone else's. After a full three minutes, Hoffa was still sitting on the stool.
Professor Ghoshak, who was standing at the side, glanced at Hoffa.
The school's hat kept whispering in Hoffa's ear.
"First of all, eliminate Hufflepuff. You are not suitable there. Secondly, I want to eliminate Slytherin. Although you are ambitious, you are not enough. You are not Slytherin's standard."
Hoffa's breathing was a bit rapid.
The school's hat said, "Then that leaves Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Hmm, let me think. "
Hoffa was a bit nervous. Ravenclaw. Normally, it would not be a big deal, but after meeting the silver-haired girl, he really did not want to stay in the same school as that kind of person.
Suddenly, he had an idea. He remembered that when Harry Potter was wearing the school's hat, it was also difficult to choose between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but in the end, Harry Potter made his choice and chose Gryffindor.
So Hoffa followed suit and muttered in his mind.
Don't go to Ravenclaw Don't go to Ravenclaw Don't go to Ravenclaw
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