Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The entrance hall of Hogwarts was lit red by the torches and echoed with the footsteps of the students.

The young wizard in his wizard's robe walks across the stone-paved floor towards the two doors on the right leading to the Great Hall, where the Orientation Feast is held.

The Great Hall was filled with four long college tables, and above the starless black ceiling was the view of the sky outside through the high windows.

Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and illuminating the excited faces of the students.

They were chatting cheerfully, exchanging what they had seen over the summer, shouting hello to friends from other colleges, and examining each other's new hairstyles and clothes.

Luna and Zhang Qiu left Harry and sat at Ravenclaw's table. As soon as they got to Ravenclaw's table, Zhang Qiu was pulled over and sat down by several fifth grade girls excitedly.

Harry, Astoria, and Hermione found a few seats together at the Gryffindor table, and on the right sat the ghost of Gryffindor House—Nearly Headless Nick, who was playing with others again That old cliché, split your head for others to see.

On the other side are Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, two girls who greet each other with hypocrisy and over-enthusiasm. From the looks of it, Parvati Patil seemed to be quietly showing off to her good friends that she had become a prefect. Lavender Brown looked a little stiff. She didn't expect Parvati Patil to be so bitchy. To such an extent, even she, who is a green tea whore, will be hit.

It's only fitting that the plastic sisters could be friends.

At the end of the long staff table at the front of the auditorium a dignified soul sat at the very edge.

She bit her lip and watched the students entering the auditorium. When she saw a certain figure, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then faded away.

"Hey, where's Professor Binns?" A seventh-grade boy asked in surprise.

He suddenly noticed that Binns, Professor of History of Magic, who had not been absent for seven years, was missing.

"Did you forget? At the end of last semester, Professor Binns was fired." Another boy said.

"Oh, yes. I really didn't remember. He has been teaching us for six years. Then a new professor of history of magic should be recruited, but there are no new faces on the teaching staff."

"Who knows, maybe the candidate hasn't been decided yet."

"No way, we have already started school."

...

Hagrid's tall, muscular figure loomed at the far end of the table.

He has led the first-year students across the Black Lake to the castle by boat.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door leading to the hall opened, and a long line of first-year freshmen who seemed to have not settled down were led by Principal McGonagall into the auditorium.

Headmaster McGonagall was holding a stool in his hand, on which was an ancient wizard's hat. The hat was patched and patched, and there was a wide slit beside the frayed brim.

The hum of conversation in the auditorium gradually died down.

The first-year freshmen lined up in a row in front of the staff desks, facing the students of other grades.

Hermione recalled: "Harry, I still remember that when we were first, it was like this. Everyone in the room seemed to be looking at my face."

"Yeah, I was thinking at the time, I must let you, a proud little girl, be my wife." Harry said.

"I was eleven," said Hermione.

Harry shrugged: "No way, who made you so cute."

...

Principal McGonagall placed the stool carefully in front of the first-years, then stepped back.

Under the candlelight, the faces of the first-year freshmen gleamed pale, and they were all uneasy and at a loss.

All the teachers and students in the school waited with bated breath, and then the slit by the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat sang loudly:

Long ago I was a new hat,

Hogwarts hadn't been built yet,

The four founders of Noble Academy,

Thought they would never part ways.

The same goal unites them,

Their desires are so identical:

To build the best magic school in the world,

Let their knowledge pass on and continue.

"We will build a school together and teach together!"

The idea of ​​the four friends is very firm,

But they never dreamed,

Someday they will be apart from each other.

What friends are there in this world,

Can it be better than Slytherin and Gryffindor?

Unless you count another pair of best friends—

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?

How can such a good thing go wrong?

How could such a friendship be written off?

Alas, I have witnessed the sad story,

So I can tell you all about it here.

Slytherin said: "The students we teach,

Their lineage must be the purest. "

Ravenclaw said: "The students we teach,

Their intellect must be superior to others. "

Gryffindor said: "The students we teach,

It must be heroic and fearless. "

Hufflepuff said: "I will teach many people,

And treat them equally. "

For the first time these differences emerged,

There was a little quarrel.

Each of the four founders owns an academy,

Only recruit the teenagers they want.

Slytherin takes wizards like himself,

Pure blood, scheming.

Only the most keen-minded juniors,

To listen to the teachings of Ravenclaw.

Whoever is daring and adventurous,

He was accepted into the academy by the brave Gryffindor.

The rest were taken in by kind Hufflepuff,

She taught them all her skills.

The four colleges and their founders,

Thus maintaining a strong and sincere friendship.

In those many happy years,

Teaching at Hogwarts is pleasant and harmonious.

But then slowly there was a split,

And fueled by our flaws and fears.

The four colleges are like four stone pillars,

Once held our school firmly.

Now they turn against each other, disputes continue,

Everyone wants to monopolize power.

for a while,

The school looked like it was dying.

Countless quarrels, countless strife,

Former good friends turned against each other.

Then finally one morning,

The old Slytherin suddenly ran away.

Though the strife had subsided by then,

He still left us in despair.

Of the four creators only three remain,

Since then, the situation of the four colleges,

It's not what it used to be

Live in harmony and unite as one.

Now the sorting hat is in front of you,

You all know the origin of the matter:

I sorted you into each house,

Because my duty cannot be changed.

Now let's start sorting...

After the hat sang, it stopped moving again. This means charging for a whole year and rapping for two minutes.

The auditorium became noisy with the singing of the Sorting Hat.

Principal McGonagall was about to announce the list of first-year freshmen. She scanned the auditorium with her usual stern eyes. Immediately, the whispering classmates fell silent.

Nearly Headless Nick pressed a transparent finger to his lips, sat upright solemnly, and the humming discussions in the auditorium stopped abruptly.

Professor McGonagall frowned and glanced at the four tables again, then looked down at the long piece of parchment in his hand, and called out the first name.

"Euan Abercrombie."

A little boy with a panicked look stumbled forward, and he looked at Principal McGonagall blankly.

Principal McGonagall looked from him to the end of the team and said, "It's time for sorting, you just need to put on that hat."

The little boy relaxed a little, and then put the hat on his head. Fortunately, he had two ears that were bigger than Tutu stuck, so the hat didn't slip off his shoulders.

The Sorting Hat considered for a moment, and then the slit next to the brim of the hat opened again, announcing loudly:

"Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor classmates applauded enthusiastically, and the little boy staggered to their table and sat down. Judging by his expression, he seemed to wish there was a hole in the ground for him to get into, and no one would stare at him again. looked at him.

Slowly, the long line of freshmen shortened a little.

In the end, a child named Ross Zeller was sorted into Hufflepuff. Principal McGonagall put away his hat and stool, turned around, walked to the middle of the seat, and stood up.

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