Change the world from Hogwarts

Under Connor's gaze, the girl wearing glasses walked up the steps with slightly ethereal steps.

Seemingly noticing Connor's gaze, Isobel looked at him casually, but didn't seem to care too much about anything.

After a moment with the Sorting Hat, she was given the name of her house:

"Ravenclaw!"

Nothing special happened on the way, but the seemingly natural elegance and tranquility she exuded was recognized by Kitty's friends, and the applause at the Ravenclaw table was particularly warm.

As for Ernie, as the third ‘Mike’ to take the stage, he also got his wish and arrived at the college where several friends were.

"Hufflepuff!"

"Come, come, it's nice to have an acquaintance."

Ernie just said this as he sat down next to Connor carelessly.

"Yeah, it's really nice to have acquaintances."

Connor quite agrees with this.

"But the situation on Neville's side doesn't seem to be that good."

"Actually, it's not bad. Neville's parents seem to be from Gryffindor, and the people there should be very nice to him."

Across the table between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, Ernie had already seen Neville being dragged and started chatting - it was a pair of red-haired twins.

Their mouths looked like machine cannons, and they looked quite enthusiastic, which made Neville a little overwhelmed and in a dilemma.

But at least it seems that they don't have any malicious intent.

"They are the Weasley twins."

While Connor and the others were watching the situation in Gryffindor, someone patiently explained this to them.

It's not the prefect Gabriel, but another more handsome man.

At first glance, he looks like a top student.

"Excuse me, are you..."

"Cedric Diggory, just call me Cedric."

"Nice to meet you."

There is a very warm and peaceful atmosphere at the Hufflepuff dining table. Some social butterflies even run back and forth just to get to know the new students.

Starting from Cedric, Connor also met many people, and the sorting ceremony for the freshmen also ended in this atmosphere.

The savior Harry Potter went to Gryffindor, which caused a round of cheers and seemed to be proud of it.

The Weasley family seems to have always belonged to Gryffindor.

The last one, Blaise Zabini, entered Slytherin. His dark complexion, narrow eyes and possibly more arrogant attitude than Draco Malfoy left a deep impression on Connor.

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To be honest, Connor doesn't like those arrogant people.

But there is nothing to say about this kind of thing now. What deserves more attention should be what happens after the sorting ceremony.

For example, a speech from the principal, etc. This kind of thing is always indispensable.

After Professor McGonagall returned to her seat with the Sorting Hat, Principal Dumbledore slowly stood up.

He stretched out his arms with a kind smile on his face:

"Children, welcome to Hogwarts. The new semester has begun. Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words as usual."

At first, Connor thought it should be an ordinary blessing or something. This kind of thing is very common.

Even from the perspective of the school, you still have to say something for the occasion.

But just as he was thinking that, there were some words lingering in his ears that made him a little confused:

"Stupid, crying, rubbish, screw... thank you all!"

"Hmm...what does this mean?"

The principal sat down with satisfaction, while Connor felt his head was buzzing.

"Ah, this kind of thing is not important."

Ernie didn't seem to care about this at all, and Connor even suspected that he didn't even listen to what the principal said.

"I don't even see a dining car or anything right now. Is it possible that dinner will be served later?"

"The meals at Hogwarts are more magical than you think. Don't worry, you can see them later."

Cedric smiled and reassured.

At this moment, Principal Dumbledore spoke in an elegant and slow tone:

"Now, let the party begin."

Following the instruction, the originally empty dining table was instantly filled with food.

At a glance, there are quite a lot of varieties. In addition to the basic staple food, there are various small sausages that seem to be taken from different animals, and there are also large pots of meat.

The cooking methods are also different, and Connor even saw sticky curry.

There is no such thing as plate decoration. The highlight of a dining hall banquet is that the food is served in large portions.

But Connor actually cares more about the way it is presented.

These foods just appeared out of thin air, as if they were extremely ordinary, and Connor didn't even notice any traces worth paying attention to.

"It shouldn't be a temporary means...or is it a problem with the table itself? Or is it the dinner plate or other utensils?"

After subconsciously scanning it twice, Connor didn't notice anything.

And when it was time to start the meal, it was impossible for him to directly pick up the plates stacked with various foods and inspect them.

I'm hungry anyway, so I just need to eat, and I don't care about that much.

Connor first took some bread, then some curry, just dipped it in and ate it, and then got himself a piece of pork chop.

Ernie was actually the same, they all chose to pad themselves with a little pasta first.

But this approach was soon corrected by some old-timers.

"Actually, I suggest you eat a little of everything and less bread."

It was prefect Gabriel who spoke.

"Hmm? Do you have any explanation?"

"No, it's nothing. There's nothing to say about it."

Cedric interjected.

Connor found that the handsome guy had already finished several pieces of steak, and after wiping the rich sauce from the corner of his mouth, he put down his knife and fork.

"There will be a welcome ceremony for new students in our college later, and there will be supper and other things at that time. If you are too full, you probably won't be able to enjoy the supper."

"Is this available in every college?"

Connor couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it is unique to us Hufflepuffs. The head of Gryffindor is famously serious. There will probably be a night curfew. Ravenclaw may have a reading party or something. As for Slytherin...

…”

Gabriel smiled quite rudely.

"It would be nice if they don't show off to the freshmen."

"Don't involve other colleges at this time."

Seeing that the prefect had no intention of being polite at all, Cedric said helplessly.

"In short, the founder of our college is the innovator and developer of food spells. Hogwarts still uses the recipes she left behind. From this point alone, our college is destined to have a different relationship with food and kitchens.

The fate of solution.”

"Wow, that's really great. Doesn't it mean you can eat anytime and anywhere if you're hungry?"

"That's the truth."

During the conversation, the main course of the banquet was coming to an end. When Connor drank a glass of pumpkin juice without changing his expression, the meat and pasta on the table were removed along with the residue, and were replaced by various

desserts with fruits.

Tarts with honey badger logo sprinkled with frosting, refreshing and soft cheesecake, sweet chocolate cake, and some native fruits.

"Wow, syrup pie, I used to love this when I was in school."

An ethereal and ethereal voice came, and Connor saw a fat monk.

"Oh, you are?"

"I was also a student of Hufflepuff, just call me Fat Friar."

Before Connor could respond, another burst of exclamations came from elsewhere.

Unknowingly, those ghosts visible to the naked eye were already wandering in the auditorium.

They welcome the students and show their former identities.

At the same time, this also marks that the banquet is coming to an end.

‘Dang Dang Dang’

At the teacher's seat, Professor McGonagall tapped her cup gently with the spoon.

The crisp but melodious voice lingered, making the bustling auditorium suddenly quieter.

"Although I know that the children may not be willing to listen to an old man like me, but while everyone is enjoying desserts, I would like to introduce to you some personnel changes in our school."

Well, it’s a classic session.

Look, Connor just took a bite of cheesecake.

But soon, he heard a piece of news that made him unable to hold back, which almost made him spit out the cake.

"Unfortunately, due to some regrettable but well-known factors, our last Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Mr. Trocca, left us just like his predecessors."

"????"