Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard

In front of the huge oak door, Professor McGonagall, wearing emerald green robes, observed the nervous little wizard.

"Thank you, Hagrid, just bring it here and leave the rest to me." Professor McGonagall said to the relieved Hagrid.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall looked from the top of the team to the end of the team, "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you can take your seats in the restaurant, you need to take an important test.

It will determine which house you are assigned to. During your time at school, the college will be your home. Your classmates will be your relatives in Hogwarts. You will take classes together, stay in the dormitory together, and spend free time together in the common room. Rest time.

The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. "

Before he finished speaking, the young wizards from wizard families suddenly started whispering to each other. As they exchanged information with each other, some children who were not so nervous at first turned pale in an instant.

After all, anyone who hears that they have to fight an ugly giant monster or steal its eggs from under a ferocious dragon in order to enter school will feel that it is not something they can accomplish by themselves.

Many young wizards have even fantasized about returning home dejectedly and telling their families that they were eliminated from Hogwarts. When they think of the disappointed eyes of their parents, the scene immediately becomes tearful.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, but did not tell them that their family and friends just played a friendly joke on them. This prank can even be traced back to their ancestors.

"Each of the four houses has its own glorious history and has educated countless outstanding wizards. During your stay at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn extra points for your own house, and points will be deducted for violations.

At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will win the House Cup, which is a very high honor. I hope that no matter which house you are assigned to, you can bring glory to your house. "

Many little wizards bit their lips and secretly encouraged themselves to at least act bravely, so that their parents might not be so disappointed.

While the other little wizards were anxious, Professor McGonagall finally found her target in the shadow of the little wizard's corner on the right.

Gretel didn't notice Professor McGonagall's eyes, or in other words, his attention was completely focused on the torches stuck on the surrounding walls.

When he climbed up with Hagrid, he noticed these torches. He was sure that these torches must also be the product of magic. When he passed by, he didn't feel the slightest warmth from the rising flames.

It's just that whether it is an alchemical product or a torch simply transformed by transfiguration, it should at least follow the most basic laws of physics, which he has verified in the past month of study.

A feather can float on the water, but if it transforms into a stone, it will sink to the bottom.

The knife turned from cotton can also be used as a knife. It is a complete transformation from the whole to the microscopic world, but this torch is amazing.

Whether it is the flames fluttering in the wind or the exploding sparks, they are exactly the same as the torch according to the objective laws, but there is only light without heat, and the wizard's talent does not remind him of the danger.

So it was most likely not radiation. This phenomenon really fascinated him.

He didn't know that Professor McGonagall was not observing the savior of fate, the great Mr. Harry Potter, at this time. Or rather, for Harry Potter, Professor McGonagall only glanced at him, focusing more on his eyes. On to him.

Harry Potter felt the sight of Professor McGonagall, or in other words, from the time he came into contact with the wizarding world, everyone who saw him for the first time would cast their eyes on the lightning scar on his forehead.

He was used to this kind of gaze.

What he was not used to was that the seemingly serious witch in front of him, who he felt was not easy to mess with, just brushed past him without even staying for a second.

This long-lost sense of difference made him follow Professor McGonagall's eyes.

Oh, it turns out to be today's cool guy. This kind of person who is a genius at first glance will of course get more favor.

Harry lowered his head and thought about how he could defeat the giant. Ron was the first friend he knew, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world.

So he believed Ron's words deeply. Ron's brother told Ron that the sorting ceremony involves fighting a giant alone, and only those who succeed can enter Hogwarts.

But what to do, he couldn't do any magic, and he couldn't even run fast. Harry couldn't help but worry about whether he would die at the feet of the giant.

The little wizards here were all frightened, and the mascots of Hogwarts and the ghosts of each college emerged from the wall.

They have nothing to do with the world, but Peeves, the little ghost who flees in panic at the front of the ghost team, can always bring the biggest emotional fluctuations to their group of ghosts.

The appearance of the ghost was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing screams wherever it went.

Peeves was running away and making trouble, floating on the head of the little wizard and laughing. This was one of the few ways he could be happy. If he had the choice, Peeves would like every day to be the first day of school at Hogwarts.

The ghosts chased and shuttled among the little wizard's team, until they saw Professor McGonagall, Peeves exclaimed and disappeared in front of everyone.

The other ghosts calmed down and chatted friendly with the little wizards around them. The ghost that looked like a chubby little monk even recommended the college where he lived to the little wizard.

"Little wizard, I hope you will be assigned to Hufflepuff."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, "Now, stand in single file and follow me."

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Even if they had exhausted their imagination, the little wizards including Gretel could not imagine that there could be such a fantastic and magnificent place in the world.

The ceiling of the auditorium has been enchanted, and you can see twinkling stars embedded in the black velvet night sky. Further down, thousands of candles float in the air, illuminating the entire restaurant as if it were a white ground. The candlelight sways and the light and shadow are dazzling. People are intoxicated.

Glittering gold plates, knives, forks and goblets, as well as students from other grades of the four colleges sitting neatly around four long tables, welcomed the arrival of the little wizards.

The little wizards, led by Professor McGonagall, walked all the way to the long teacher's table placed horizontally at the top of the restaurant.

When Gretel passed the teacher's table, he saw Dumbledore wink at him. He knew that it was Dumbledore showing off Hogwarts to him, a little wizard of Muggle origin.

On a four-legged stool sat a patched, pointed wizard's hat. It looked old and dirty. It had probably not been cleaned since the day it was made.

Under the expectant gazes of the little wizards, the Sorting Hat twisted its body, opened its throat more like a big unpatched hole than a mouth.

How would you describe the singing?

Maybe he should apply for the choir of St. Mary's Welfare Home. The children, old and young, should have a lot in common with him.

It wasn't until the applause from the four major houses became sparse that the Sorting Hat bowed one by one and then calmed down, just like a normal hat.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and unfolded a parchment, "Now, whoever's name I call will come up, put on his hat, sit on the stool and wait for the sorting."

"Hannah Abbott." The little girl with long golden braids squeezed out from the crowd. The little girl was rosy and looked extremely excited.

Almost as soon as he sat down, Hat couldn't wait to shout: "Hufflepuff."

small theater

Dumbledore: "Look, you're going to regret it if you miss Hogwarts."

Grete: "My dear principal, when will my boat ticket be reimbursed?"

Harry: "Is it really okay to flirt like this in front of me? Am I not the savior?"