I was inventing at Hogwarts

After Hagrid knocked on the door, the castle door opened.

A tall, black-haired witch with a serious face wearing an emerald green robe stood in front of the door, sternly scanning every little wizard in front of her.

Hermione, who was standing next to Rigg, suddenly exclaimed, "It's Professor McGonagall! It's the replaceable quill she applied for me."

Seeing Hermione, Professor McGonagall's serious face relaxed slightly. She had a good impression of this little wizard who loved to learn.

"First year, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me to pick you up when you get here." Professor McGonagall nodded to Hagrid.

She opened the door wide.

The foyer behind them was large enough to fit the entire Dursleys' house into it.

The foyer of the castle is like Gringotts, with a high ceiling that cannot be reached, and dark stone walls surrounded by blazing torches.

It was no longer cold in the hall, and Rige felt that his body, which had been a little frozen just now, was slowly being awakened by the warmth.

The little wizards followed Professor McGonagall along the stone floor and came to a small empty room at the other end of the hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall.

"The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the restaurant, you must first determine which college you will enter. The sorting ceremony is a very important ceremony. Because while you are in school, the college is like you At home at Hogwarts. You will have classes with other students in the House, live in the House dormitories together, and spend your free time together in the House Common Room."

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history and has cultivated outstanding witches and wizards. You are here in Ho During your time at Gwarts, your outstanding performance will earn your house extra points, while any violation will cause your house to lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will win the House Cup, which is very high. honor. I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you can bring glory to the college."

Hearing Slytherin, Draco Malfoy raised his chin proudly.

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that you tidy up and be energetic while waiting."

Her eyes wandered to Neville's cloak (the cloak strap was tied below his left ear) and Harry's messy hair.

Harry nervously smoothed his hair down, and Rigg readjusted his clothes.

Originally he wasn't nervous, but the tense atmosphere around him made him involuntarily care about his image when he appeared on stage.

But luckily I'm handsome, Rigg thought happily.

"When the other side is ready, I will come to pick you up." Professor McGonagall said, "Please keep quiet while waiting."

She left the room.

Seeing the serious Professor McGonagall leaving, the little wizards in the waiting room breathed a sigh of relief.

"How do you think they can accurately assign us to which college? Is it really the test we just talked about that we have to go through?" Harry asked Rigg worriedly.

Ron also kept rubbing his hands nervously, "Fred said it would hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking."

"He must be joking, what do you think?" After carefully recalling the twins' usual behavior, Ron panicked and felt that maybe this time he was telling the truth.

Hermione was meditating with her hands closed, which helped her calm down.

After hearing Ron's words, she couldn't stay any longer.

Start reciting the mantra that you still remember.

If it’s a school, it’s okay to know more, right? Hermione thought.

While Hermione was mumbling, ignoring Ron's pleas to teach him even a spell.

Countless pearl-white, translucent ghosts passed behind them, and the entire waiting room was in chaos. From time to time, the little wizard they had just seen screamed.

Wait until the last one, hoping that the ghost they were assigned to Hufflepuff will also fly away.

Professor McGonagall reappeared holding a roll of parchment.

Rigg's heart was pounding in anticipation.

Although he thought he would be sorted into Gryffindor, what if the Sorting Hat disagreed?

Think he should be in Ravenclaw or, more tragically, Slytherin?

"Now, stand in single file," Professor McGonagall said to the first years, "and follow me."

Rigg stood at the front, with Harry and Ron behind him.

When you walk into the Great Hall, it feels like the dining hall of Hogwarts. Four long tables placed in the same direction were placed with gleaming gold plates and goblets. Students from various colleges were seated on both sides of the long tables. Thousands of candles floating in the air above the tables illuminated the dining room, and ghosts shone dimly among the students.

To be honest, the thing here that makes Rigg feel most familiar is the starry sky roof.

This also made him relax a lot.

Then, after the Sorting Hat finished singing, Professor McGonagall began to read the names.

Rigg heard Harry and Ron sighing in a trance that it was great that they didn't have to fight the dragon.

Hermione was also whispering to Neville.

But these words did not flow into his mind. They were light and dispersed immediately like a flash of smoke.

All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart, which was getting louder and louder.

Finally, Professor McGonagall called him. Ron and Harry hadn't been called yet.

"Heimdall Day!"

Rigg walked forward nervously, while Harry and Ron patted his back hard behind him to encourage him.

Hermione also said "Come on" in a low voice, and pursed her lips uncomfortably after speaking.

Sitting on the chair, I had just put on the Sorting Hat, and the darkness in front of me was blocked by the wide Sorting Hat.

Then I heard the Sorting Hat make a sound.

Rigg couldn't help but wonder, could my identity as a time traveler or the point-adding system be discovered?

In a daze, I heard a cute idiot.

Immediately, a series of memories of coming to the magical world flowed through my mind.

"Well," Rigg heard a small voice in his ear say, "difficult, very difficult. It can be seen that it is very creative, oh, I remember Dumbledore also used the replaceable quill. He is very courageous and can take the initiative. Fighting against his majestic father. He is not a bad person. The path into Hogwarts is indeed too cold. I have told them to build another path. He is even very talented. Oh, my God ——You have a strong desire to improve yourself, so that’s very interesting... Where should I assign you?"

Rigg clutched the brim of his hat and thought, "Gryffindor, Gryffindor, I'm going to Gryffindor."

"Let go, let go, let go!" Hat shouted as if in pain.

"Gryffindor? A good choice. You will meet your lifelong friends here."

Then, the Sorting Hat loudly announced Rigg's sorting.

"Gryffindor!"

Please read and vote for recommendations! ! The next chapter will be so cool that it makes me anxious.

Today is cracked Vera. All my bank cards and important documents are in a wallet. My mother packed up the things and put them on a book in my bookcase. I have two huge bookcases and a pile of books. I don’t know how many there are. Book. And she still didn't remember it. The whole family searched for more than an hour at home before finding it.

Really, I was desperately thinking about how many things I needed to replace, but luckily I finally found them.