hogwarts blast

No matter how much Penello didn't want to go to school, the time still came on September 1st.

This morning, another fat chicken with a round face visited the Crevat family.

Unlike Hogwarts where students take the train to school by themselves, students in Nurmengard use portkeys to go to Nurmengard.

After more than ten seconds, a clearly visible sound of footsteps came from upstairs.

Penello, who had long curly reddish-brown hair, ran down the stairs carrying a huge suitcase and came to the wide open window of the restaurant.

After taking the exquisite Deathly Hallows badge from the fat chicken's mouth, Penello already knew the purpose of this badge.

In the reply letter sent to her by Nurmengard some time ago, she explained how to get to Nurmengard.

After saying goodbye to her parents, Penello slightly injected some magic power into the portkey in her hand, and a wisp of black mist immediately evaporated from the portkey in her hand.

Black mist spread in the air, and in an instant it condensed into a black translucent silk fabric, wrapping Penello's entire body in it.

With a slight explosion that was somewhat similar to the Apparition, the black fabric disappeared in place, and Penello's figure also disappeared.

Looking at his daughter who disappeared into the room in an instant, Mr. Crevat couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"I have to say that Nurmengard's admission method is quite ritualistic."

Unlike ordinary door keys, Penello did not feel the uncomfortable feeling of being hooked in the navel and then pulled forward.

She only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and then the scenery in her field of vision changed from her home in Konoha Village to a rugged trail among the snow-capped mountains.

At the end of the trail, there is a towering tower that is completely black and intimidating, as well as a huge castle complex built next to the tower.

Next to her was a group of students who were about to enter Nurmengard with her. At this time, they were standing confused on the long walkway paved with bricks.

Along with the soft sound of space transmission, students are still joining in.

The sound of disembodiment lasted for almost two minutes before it completely stopped. Apparently all the students of this year's enrollment had arrived.

The road made of bricks and stones leads to the castle in the distance.

The heavy wooden door carved with intricate and exquisite patterns opened automatically, and a figure that was quite familiar to Penello slowly walked out of the castle.

Wearing the red cloud and black robe of the Akatsuki organization, her light purple-blue hair was pulled into an elegant bun on the back of her head and decorated with a white paper flower.

Xiaonan's voice was cold, "First-year students, follow me."

When he heard this sentence, Penello thought he was meeting Professor McGonagall.

Seven years ago, when she was a freshman in the first grade and led by Hagrid to the gate of Hogwarts, this was the first thing Professor McGonagall said to them.

Freshmen, come with me.

It was truly a nostalgic time.

Under the leadership of Xiaonan, the freshmen who were about to enter Nurmengard passed through the magnificent foyer of the castle in silence and came to the auditorium.

Looking at the familiar starry sky on the ceiling, the expressions of those students who graduated from Hogwarts were quite complicated.

Why does this place look...so like their Hogwarts Great Hall?

The same starry sky ceiling, the same four long dining tables, the same faculty seats...

It cannot be said that they are completely identical, but the similarity must be at least 80%. The only difference may be that the decoration of Nurmengard is much more luxurious than that of Hogwarts.

The floor was covered with an unknown expensive carpet, rather than the bare stone floor like Hogwarts.

The lighting of the auditorium does not rely on candles suspended in the ceiling, but is provided by an entire row of carved chandeliers that emit bright but soft light.

The dining table is covered with a gorgeous tablecloth, and a row of solid wood high-back chairs are placed next to the dining table.

The tableware placed on the table is not like Hogwarts, which is either gold or silver, and is full of the atmosphere of the nouveau riche, but exudes a true aristocratic elegance.

The walls around the auditorium are decorated with simple and elegant magic pattern carvings, and the warm sunshine in the summer morning outside the castle reflects in from the huge windows inlaid with stained glass.

Under the guidance of the saints waiting quietly on both sides of the auditorium, the students soon all took their seats at the dining table.

They were all a little confused.

They had just had breakfast at home before setting off, and it was obviously a long time before lunch. Why did they sit down at the dining table?

Soon, Vice-President Colin Farrell, who was sitting on the professor's chair, stood up and answered their questions.

"Welcome to Nurmengard, but before you officially enroll, we must first determine which college you will enter."

The expressions on the faces of the students from Hogwarts are even more exciting.

Isn't this the sorting ceremony?

Among the three magic schools in Europe, oh no, to be precise, the three major magic high schools, only Hogwarts has colleges within the school.

Graduates from the other two colleges were a little confused.

"To be more precise, it's not an academy," Colin Farrell's lips curved into a cruel smile, "but it should be called a class, or a rank, which is more appropriate."

"Because Nurmengard's criteria for classifying students are not based on students' characteristics, but on students' abilities."

Listening to Colin Farrell's introduction, most of the freshmen present had a bad premonition in their hearts.

"Students of Nurmengard Magic School will be divided into five ranks, from low to high - bronze, silver, gold, diamond and star."

"The standard for classification is..."

At this point, Colin stopped talking, took out his wand and waved it gently in the air.

I saw a flash of light, and all the tableware on the table in front of the many new students in Nurmengard disappeared, replaced by a piece of parchment with densely packed test questions printed on it.

Next to the parchment was a quill that was cast with an anti-cheating spell.

Looking at the test paper that appeared in front of them, the freshmen present cried out inwardly.

"The standard for ranking is based on your scores in this entrance test."

Colin's voice, like a devil's whisper, echoed in every student's ears.

"In addition to the written test this morning, there is also a practical test in the afternoon, which is mainly used to test the actual magic level of each student."

"The total scores of the two tests will determine the final rank of everyone present."

"It is worth noting that the ranks are not fixed. Nurmengard will hold a monthly exam every month to re-determine your ranks."

At this point, Colin paused.

"Don't think that tiering is an unimportant thing. Stepping into a higher tier means that the resources you can enjoy in Nurmengard will be better."

"For example, every student studying at Nurmengard can receive a monthly subsidy from the Student Affairs Office."

"Students in the lowest level of bronze level can only receive two gold galleons, while students in the star level can receive thirty times the subsidy of the bronze level."

Colin explained slowly, "Of course, the benefits enjoyed by high-level students are not limited to galleons."

"Some rare books in the library will only be open to students above a certain level."

"In addition, when applying for materials, such as applying for materials from the school for potion brewing or alchemy production outside of class time, the amount of materials that high-level students can apply for each month will also be far away.

More than lower ranks.”

After briefly talking about the benefits brought by rank, Colin waved his hand, and a huge countdown appeared on the ceiling of the auditorium.

"Now, let's start answering the questions. The exam is two hours long."

On this day, students in Nurmengard experienced the fear of being dominated by entrance exams.