Hogwarts: This wizard wants to improve too much

The train slowed down and stopped with a whistle.

The little wizards pushed and shoved their way to the side door and came to a small, dark platform.

Ethan felt a chill as soon as he got off the train. September in the Scottish Highlands had already entered autumn, and the night temperature had already dropped to single digits.

""Keep warm!"

Ethan quickly cast a warming spell on himself, and then he felt a little more comfortable.

The warming spell, a practical little magic, has the effect of keeping warm as its name suggests. It seems to be from the third grade textbook!

"Keep warm!"

Of course, I would not forget Hermione and the others. Ethan cast a

"Thank you... Thank you!"

Cassandra thanked him in a low voice, and then separated from Ethan and his group and headed in another direction.

Like Draco, she also had her own pure-blood friends, or more reliable followers.

But today, in order to enjoy a private box, she did not stay with them.

Unfortunately, things did not go as she wished. Not only did she not enjoy the private box, but she had to listen to the chattering for several hours in a full box, although it felt good.

Now that she got off the train, she naturally had to return to the pure-blood camp. She was the pride of the future Slytherin.

"First-year students, first-year students, come over here, and watch your step."

A giant who was over three meters tall, wide and fat, came over with an oil lamp. Although he looked honest, he still scared many freshmen back.

A hybrid of a giant and a human: Hagrid.

Ethan was curious about how his parents did it. A pure-blooded giant was taller than Hagrid, at least four meters tall, while a normal human male was about 1.78 meters tall. His father seemed particularly thin. A pony pulling a big cart?

A toothpick stirring a big vat?

Tsk tsk tsk!

The seniors went to the other half, and the freshmen followed behind Hagrid.

This road was not easy to walk on. The path was narrow, steep and slippery. It was pitch black on both sides. There was only the sea in front. The light from the lantern in Ge's hand led the way for everyone.

At the end of the path was a dark lake, and on the hillside on the opposite bank stood a towering castle with sharp spires and windows flickering under the starry sky.

Each boat could not carry more than four people. Ethan, Hermione, Neville and an unknown little witch got on the same boat.

Hannah Abbott, after introducing herself, I learned that this was the famous Iron Hat King.

However, as they got closer to the castle in front, Hermione, Neville and the others felt more and more depressed.

Hermione was so nervous that her palms were sweating:"I don't know if I can be assigned to Gryffindor!"

Thanks to Dumbledore's influence and the publicity of a number of wizard novel magazines, wizards who didn't know the situation regarded Gryffindor as the greatest college.

The same was true for Hermione. However, she had no idea whether she could enter Gryffindor.

"My grandmother wants me to go to Gryffindor. My whole family is Gryffindor, but I don't know if I can get in."

Neville was also quite discouraged. Courage, he didn't seem to have much to do with this word.

If he could get into Hufflepuff, it would be great, but his grandmother hoped that he would get into Gryffindor.

"As for me, I want to be in Hufflepuff."

Hannah Abbott smiled lightly. Although her family had not told her what the Sorting Ceremony was like, they said that she would most likely go to Hufflepuff.

The reason for choosing Hufflepuff was very simple. First of all, most of her family members were Hufflepuffs. She grew up listening to stories about Hufflepuffs, which was already a preconceived idea. Secondly, she would take over the family tavern in the future. The Hufflepuff dormitory was closest to the kitchen and had the best relationship with the house elves. She could also learn a few tricks to add two specialties to the tavern in the future.

""Ethan, what about you?"

All three of them said their goals, only Ethan remained silent. Hermione asked curiously.

As a fellow Muggle, and a more talented guy than her, she wanted to hear Ethan's choice.

"Except for Slytherin who cannot enter due to bloodline, the other three houses are all fine, and each has its own characteristics."

Slytherin is generally for pure-bloods, and some half-bloods with good talents and ambitions can also enter, but those born in a completely Muggle family seem to be unable to enter.

Of the remaining three, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are both good choices. To be honest, I don't really want to enter Gryffindor. It's noisy and not as united as Hufflepuff, and the atmosphere is even worse than Hufflepuff.

As for Ravenclaw, they can study better, and they have their own exclusive library.

As we all know, since Voldemort, many books in the Hogwarts library have been collected by Dumbledore, and now it is a damaged version of the library.

Ravenclaw believes in wisdom, and has a greedy and predatory nature for knowledge. Their exclusive library will not let Dumbledore mess around.

"You're saying nothing."

Faced with Ethan's answer, Hermione was somewhat helpless.

"As for you, Ravenclaw is actually the most suitable for you. Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind. This is their slogan."

Ethan tried to change the plot. To be honest, Hermione went to Gryffindor. Before she became friends with Harry and Ron, it was normal for her to be the target of exclusion.

In a school where a group of people like pranks, wizard chess, Quidditch, etc., but don't like to study, suddenly a good student came, and she is the kind who likes to preach. Who would play with her!

Especially since this good student doesn't give us homework to copy, which is even more repulsive.

"I thought about Ravenclaw, but I still think Gryffindor is better."

Hermione still insisted on her point of view. The greatest wizard came from Gryffindor, so Gryffindor is naturally the best.

This is similar to the Muggle world. If a school has enough celebrities and is famous enough, it can prove that the school is getting better and better.

While they were chatting, the boat passed the steep cliffs to the west and the curtains of ivy, and finally stopped at a pier.

After getting ashore, everyone climbed through a tunnel in the rocks and arrived at an open and moist meadow under the shadow of the towering castle. After

Hagrid counted the number of people, he stepped onto a flight of stone steps, raised his huge fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.

The gate opened immediately, and Professor McGonagall, who had met before, walked out slowly.

"Here comes the first-year student, Professor McGonagall!"

Hagrid said seriously.

"Thank you, Hagrid, I will take over from now on."

Professor McGonagall returned to the camp politely, and then led the little wizards into the thousand-year-old castle of Hogwarts.