Hogwarts: Harry brings H3 magic

Suddenly, someone screamed, and a group of pale ghosts came out from the wall.

There were ghosts without heads, ghosts that were almost headless, ghosts covered in blood, and ghosts dressed in proper clothes.

“Hello, children.”A nearly headless ghost bowed to the crowd and held up his head, with only a thin layer of scalp left attached. It was very scary.

“Come on, Nick, the party is about to start.”A ghost next to him urged.

A group of ghosts chatted as they passed through the wall and entered the hall.

A group of young wizards were so scared that their faces turned pale and they stood there blankly. Harry’s eyes lit up when he saw this scene. Something beyond reality appeared.

That’s right, this is the magical world.

Trains and the like are too inconsistent.

It’s similar to the level 3 monster ghosts in the City of the Dead in the game.

But these ghosts still retain their wisdom.

This is a difference.

If they retain human consciousness, then they are not monsters.

Watching them pass through the wall one by one, Harry was a little entangled.

The way he upgraded, like in the game, was to kill monsters and gain experience points.

He killed an unknown number of fish before he barely reached level 1.

Until now, the level has not changed.

It seems that the experience points gained by killing ordinary creatures are very low.

Then follow the game and kill extraordinary creatures to gain higher experience points.

This is also one of the reasons why he wants to enter the wizarding world. Only by entering this world can he encounter extraordinary creatures more easily.

Professor McGonagall opened the door. At this moment, everyone actually discovered that Professor McGonagall was so kind and amiable.

“”Children, follow me.” Professor McGonagall said.

Everyone followed her into the hall.

This was a hall that could not be described as magnificent.

Harry looked around, there were thousands of candles floating in the air, illuminating the entire hall.

The tables were filled with glittering gold plates and goblets.

The hall was full of students, and there was another long table on the stage in front, where the teachers were sitting.

Harry keenly discovered that the space here was wrong, it was much larger than the space the castle should have. Was this also done by magic?

Harry heard Hermione whispering to Neville:”Someone once cast a spell on it to make it look more like the starry sky outside. This is what I learned from”Hogwarts, a History of the School”.”

He raised his head slightly and looked at the ceiling.

What he saw was a beautiful velvety night dotted with stars.

After Professor McGonagall brought the freshmen in, she walked to a tattered, old and dirty hat.

The Great Hall suddenly fell into silence.

Just when the freshmen were uneasy, suddenly, the hat twitched, and a crack like a human mouth appeared on its edge.

Then, the hat began to sing!

Listening to the torturous sound, Harry wished he could put earplugs on his ears.

After the Sorting Hat finished singing the song, Professor McGonagall said to the freshmen:”When I read a name, come over, put on the hat, and conduct the sorting ceremony.”

Everyone was talking, and their nervous mood relaxed.

“”Hannah Abbott!” Professor McGonagall read out a name.

A ruddy little girl with two golden braids walked out of the team, put on a hat that was so big that it covered her eyes, and sat down quietly.

After a while,”Hufflepuff!” the hat shouted

“Damn, how long has it been since that hat was washed?”Harry looked at the Sorting Hat from below.

He glanced at the students around him. Everyone had gone through the Sorting Ceremony.

Wasn’t it dirty and greasy?

Harry’s expression became serious and he clenched his fists.

It was really a severe test.

After waiting for a while, when there were only 4 or 5 people left, Professor McGonagall finally called out,”Harry Potter!”

The restaurant was immediately filled with chattering discussions.

“Is he Harry Potter? The savior?”

“Oh my god, he looks so handsome.”

“It perfectly fits my impression of a savior.”

In the professor’s chair, the greasy kelp-haired guy stared at his eyes.

But his eyes were a little empty, and it was obvious that he was lost in his memories.

McGonagall picked up the Sorting Hat and motioned Harry to sit up and put on the hat.

Harry clenched and unclenched his fists, took a deep breath, and sat on the chair.

Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on his head.

While blocking his vision, an indescribable smell of grease immediately came to Harry’s nose.

Damn, this test is really severe.

“Oh, Mr. Potter, you should take this smell as a witness of history.”The voice of the Sorting Hat sounded in his ears.

“Can you read minds?” Harry’s face changed. No one wants to be read by others.

“No, no, no, I’m just a hat. I can only vaguely sense your strong thoughts.”The Sorting Hat explained

“After all, I am not some dark magic tool, I don’t have the power of Legilimency.”

Harry was skeptical.

“Okay, let me see.”

“Brave, just, and talented, he is indeed the savior predicted by the prophecy.”

“It’s too hard to choose. All four branches are suitable for you. How should I choose?”The hat said in a troubled voice.

“Which school is good at Transfiguration?” Harry asked

“Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, is the professor of Transfiguration. Dumbledore is also very good at Transfiguration and he is also a graduate of Gryffindor. The hat said what it knew.

【Gryffindor, is it equivalent to the Transfiguration School?】After hearing what the hat said, Harry had the idea of equality.

“Then go to Gryffindor. I’m very interested in Transfiguration.” Harry said

“Then, Gryffindor!!!” He shouted the last sentence with all his might.

“We have Potter!”

“We have Potter now.”

The long table belonging to Gryffindor erupted in cheers.

The title of savior, for the young wizards who grew up in the wizarding world, has a special aura. Everyone has an imagination of the savior.

Handsome, strong, and imposing.

Harry perfectly fits the impression in their minds.

Only a certain Miss Otter curled her lips. She had a deep understanding of this savior, and he was completely different from what she imagined.

The next one was Malfoy. Professor McGonagall took a special look at his nose.

There was no nosebleed anymore, but it was still a little red and swollen.

Harry nodded to them calmly and sat next to Percy. It was he who pulled him to this seat.

Suddenly, he keenly sensed a malicious look.

He raised his head abruptly and looked in the direction of the maliciousness. The man with greasy hair, kelp hair, and hooked nose was looking straight at him.

When he saw Harry looking at him, he shifted his gaze.

“”Weasley Prefect.” Harry called Percy next to him.

Hearing Harry call him that, Percy’s mouth curled up, and he couldn’t suppress it no matter how hard he tried.

“What’s the matter, Harry?”Princess asked gently.

“Who is that oily-haired kelp?”Harry pointed to the teacher’s seat.

Percy didn’t understand who Harry was talking about, so he looked in the direction of his finger.

But the twins next to him brightened up.

“Oily kelp! What a nice and practical name!”

“Harry, you are so talented.”

“With you here, we will surely be able to make a big splash in the academy again and again.”

Harry really couldn’t understand what they meant by”spotlight”.

Why did he feel that Gryffindor didn’t quite match his personality.

He was obviously a very quiet person.

But after all, the dean was good at Transfiguration. Since she was his dean, she should take more care of his students. If he asked her for advice on Transfiguration, she shouldn’t refuse.

Professor McGonagall, who was talking to Dumbledore, suddenly shuddered and looked around in doubt like a frightened cat.

“”What’s wrong, Minerva?” Dumbledore asked with concern.

“It’s okay.” Professor McGonagall shook her head.

Placi lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that it would be heard by the professors, even though the surrounding noise was extremely noisy.

“He is Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin College, and teaches Potions. Well, he has a bad impression of us Gryffindors.”

Compared,” Harry understood what he meant.

He couldn’t say it too harshly, after all, it wasn’t a good thing.

“It seems that Professor Snape doesn’t like you very much, Harry.” Ron, who had already finished the sorting, sat down next to Harry.

“You are not wrong, he doesn’t like me, obviously.”Harry said lightly.

He was not looking at Harry, but talking to the professor next to him.

Harry felt a sharp pain in the scar on his forehead.

He subconsciously touched it with his hand.

It was a bigger, undisguised evil.���

If Snape’s malice towards him just now was 1, then this malice towards him now was 100.

Harry carefully sensed this malice and looked over….The professor next to him looked away!

He quickly looked away, as if he had just glanced at Harry carelessly.

The scar hurts!

This is the first time.

This scar was left by Voldemort.

Only Voldemort could cause such a violent reaction.

It’s a very simple inference.

Any normal person can come to the conclusion by thinking about it.

“Who is the professor next to Snape? Harry asked Percy again.

Percy glanced at him and this time she didn’t lower her voice.

“It’s Professor Quirrell, who was the professor of Muggle Studies last year, but this year he became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.”Princess said.

He is the head of the class and can know some news in advance.

He enjoys the feeling of being one step ahead.

“He’s really interesting.” Harry said with a smile.

Percy looked at him with a puzzled look, not understanding what was so interesting about him.