Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

A scary wizard with a thick beard emerged from the darkness holding a lantern, waving his arms and shouting: "I am Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, responsible for guiding the first years. Freshmen! Are there any freshmen?"

"Everyone is here? Okay, watch your step and follow me!"

Hagrid led about a dozen nervous and curious freshmen along a rugged and narrow path for a while, until a broad lake suddenly spread out at the end of the road, and on the other side was a majestic castle towering into the clouds. , exuding dense lights under the cover of night, the tall towers on the top piercing the sky, echoing the twinkling starry sky, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"Hogwarts is just ahead. You can go there by taking the boat on the shore. There can be no more than four people in each boat!" Hagrid turned around and shouted to the stunned first-year students, and then led them to the shore. , and watched them get on the boat one by one.

Avada, Balon and Qiu Zhang were already familiar with each other, so they naturally chose to take the same boat.

"Are you all seated? Then - let's go!"

Hagrid occupied a whole boat by himself, and with his order, all the boats immediately moved automatically without wind, and sailed smoothly towards the castle on the other side. The freshmen all remained silent along the way, just staring with curiosity, nervousness or awe at the majestic castle that would carry them for seven years.

The boat took them through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff, to the hidden open entrance, then along a dark tunnel to a place similar to an underground dock, and finally climbed up to a ground of gravel and small pebbles. , came to a huge oak door. Hagrid stepped forward, clenched his fist and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened a little, revealing a kind-faced witch wearing a patched gray-brown robe.

"The new students are here, Professor Sprout." Hagrid said angrily to the witch.

"Thank you for your hard work, Hagrid."

Sprout nodded gently, and then waved his hand gently. The door behind him, which was only open a crack, suddenly opened completely. The huge door opening could almost fit into a house. She stood in front of the gate, smiled and stared at the crowd of heads below, and spoke loudly:

"First years, welcome to Hogwarts!"

"The opening party is about to begin. But before you can officially enroll, you still need to go through the sorting ceremony to enter one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin."

"The House is like your home at Hogwarts. You will attend classes with other students in the House, stay in the House's dormitories together, and spend your free time in the common room. Your outstanding performance will make you Your house earns bonus points, while violations cost your house points. At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will receive the year's highest honor, the House Cup."

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin. It will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. Keep quiet, take care of yourself a little, and then follow me."

Sprout walked through the door first, leading the freshmen behind him to file in and then stood in the hall, leaving them time to tidy up and whisper to each other.

"I once asked my mother what the process of sorting is like." Qiu whispered to Avada and Baron with a mysterious face: "But she just smiled and said to me that she would know when I go there, no matter what I do next No matter how much I ask, he doesn’t answer.”

"My parents are like this too." Balon said seriously: "I also asked other elders, but they all remained silent without exception. I suspect that the process of sorting may contain a magical contract to prevent students from revealing the specific process of sorting. .”

"But why is this?" A boy on the side heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but asked: "Is the process of sorting a hospital dangerous or even illegal?"

Another girl also joined the discussion: "That's not the case. My father works in the Legal Enforcement Department. He also graduated from Hogwarts. If there were any problems, he would have investigated it long ago."

"My parents also told me that if they are bad children, they will be assigned directly to Azkaban..."

The discussion gradually became louder, and Avada was speechless.

That is to say, there are only a few people in the magical world, so we can maintain a strange tacit understanding in such a strange place.

"alright."

Sprout clapped his hands to calm down the discussion: "Everyone line up and follow me into the auditorium to prepare for sorting."

"Also, some ghosts will appear later. Don't panic. They won't hurt you. They can't even touch you. At most, they will make you feel a little cold..."

As he spoke, Sprout led the freshmen through the corridors and into the magnificent hall. Students from other grades were seated around four long tables, above which thousands of candles were floating in the air, lighting up the dining room. Four tables were set with gleaming gold plates and goblets. The teachers' seats were on the table at the top of the dining room, where there was another long table. Behind the table sat the principal Dumbledore and several other wizards and witches.

Sprout gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students and placed a pointed wizard's hat on the stool. The hat was patched, worn, and looked dirty. It had not been cleaned for an unknown amount of time.

Avada was looking at the teachers' seats, trying to identify the professors he was familiar with. But when the Sorting Hat appeared, all the professors, including Dumbledore, reached out their fingers and tapped their ears lightly. Many senior students in the audience also took out their wands and made the same move.

Then, a wide slit opened on the brim of the Sorting Hat, like a mouth, and it began to sing loudly...

"Fuck!"

As soon as the Sorting Hat spoke, Avada's expression changed drastically, and she quickly took out her wand and pointed it at her ear.

"Close your ears and listen!"

As the spell he fumbled out took effect, Avada felt that the world had become completely peaceful.

After the Sorting Hat's song ended, the audience burst into applause, seemingly congratulating themselves on being freed. Avada also waved her wand and removed the magic from her ears.

Professor Sprout also stepped forward and stood next to the sorting hat, holding a piece of parchment in his hand: "Whoever's name I call now will put on the hat, sit on the stool, and start sorting."

"Michael Duncan!"

A blond boy trotted onto the stage with an excited look on his face and almost fell off the stool when he sat on it.

"Gryffindor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a huge round of applause from the long table on the right side of the center.

"Sharby Knott!"

"Hufflepuff!"

The long table with the most people on the far right burst into applause.

"Henry Summers!"

"Hufflepuff!"

…

"Qiu Zhang!" Sprout read loudly. Qiu took a deep breath, walked forward holding the corners of her clothes, and put on the sorting hat. There was also a discussion on the long table below.

"Wow, it's an Asian face, it's rare to see one!"

"It seems that the first Chinese wizard at Hogwarts was decades ago, and this should be the second one!"

"And she is so beautiful..."

The Sorting Hat hesitated for a moment before shouting: "Ravenclaw!"

The cheers on the Ravenclaw table were obviously much louder than before.

"Baron Shafiq!"

Baron turned back and smiled at Avada, stepped forward with his head held high and put on the Sorting Hat.

"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat shouted almost as soon as it touched his hair.

"Hey." On the Gryffindor table, two red-haired faces were whispering together: "It is definitely not a kind person to enter Slytherin so decisively."

"Speaking of virtue." The tall red-haired wizard on the side glanced at the two of them: "After all, they are freshmen."

Balon was very satisfied with the result and strode towards the Slytherin table.

Professor Sprout was about to read the next name and looked at the list of students when he suddenly frowned and was silent for a while.

"Next, uh...Mr. Ken!"

Before Avada could react, there was a lot of discussion on the long table below:

"What's going on? Why don't you even have your full name?"

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe his name is Mist Ken?"

"This is too perfunctory! Were his parents drunk when they named him?"

"The last name that was so perfunctory seemed to be Tonks, nuh..."

"Shut up, bastard!"

Avada sighed silently, stepped forward, and put on her hat in front of everyone's attention.

On the first day of school, the whole school became famous.