Harry Potter Reborn

The carriage passed through the gate with winged boar sculptures on both sides and drove along the spacious driveway. Due to the strong wind, the carriage shook violently.

Harry leaned against the car window, lifted the curtains, and saw Hogwarts getting closer and closer, with many brightly lit windows flickering dimly behind the thick rain curtains.

Their carriage stopped at the stone steps in front of the two oak doors of Hogwarts. At this moment, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating all the carriages and the magical castle that exuded a mysterious and strange atmosphere.

Arriving at the castle, Harry and the others stepped down from the carriage, took a few steps up the stone steps, and walked through a cave-like deep entrance hall. There was a sudden light above their heads, torches were lit in the hall, and the marble staircase was extraordinary.

A senior Hufflepuff girl wiped her wet hair, looked at the high steps, and said: "If Peeves is still here, he will definitely put water balls on our heads deliberately at this time. He has done it before."

This happened many times."

Judging from her unhappy expression, she must have been teased many times.

Her friend said: "That nasty troublemaker has been gone for so long. It's perfect."

On the platform, with a serious face and a pair of square glasses, Minerva McGonagall, who is now the principal of Hogwarts, is greeting the students.

The first-year students at the back arrived.

Professor McGonagall adjusted the pointed hat on her head and looked down through her square-rimmed glasses. The freshmen were silent for a moment. They felt that this witch was so majestic and seemed to be still glaring at them.

"Enter the auditorium." Principal McGonagall said.

Other students walked around from both sides of the stairs, leaving more than a hundred newcomers standing below to listen to Professor McGonagall's instructions.

This is an old tradition.

Behind Harry, Principal McGonagall's voice came: "I am Minerva McGonagall, Acting Principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. First of all..."

Harry, Zhang Qiu, Astoria and Hermione walked through the water-stained hall and through the two double doors on the right. Astoria almost fell down because the ground was slippery.

Holding one of Harry's arms tightly.

Harry tapped his foot on the ground, a gust of wind blew through, and the ground became dry.

The auditorium is as magnificent as ever, and it has been specially decorated for the new semester banquet.

Thousands of candles floated above the table, making the gold plates and goblets sparkle.

A student whom I hadn't seen for a while was chatting with classmates about interesting things about the summer vacation. There were already many people sitting around the four long college tables.

There is a fifth table placed across the top of the auditorium, which is the classroom seat. The Hogwarts professors sit on one side of the table, facing their students.

The temperature inside the auditorium was obviously much warmer than outside. Harry, Zhang Qiu, Astoria and Hermione walked past students from the three houses of Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

They all looked at Harry secretly.

When walking to Ravenclaw House, Zhang Qiu stayed and sat among the girls in her class.

Harry, Hermione, and Astoria sat down at the long Gryffindor table. Next to them sat the ghost of Gryffindor House, Nearly Headless Nick.

Nick's body is translucent and glows with pearly white. Tonight he is wearing his usual long tight top and a particularly large wheel-shaped ruff.

He wears this ruff for two purposes, one is to look funny, and the other is to ensure that his head hanging around his neck does not shake too much.

Nick weirdly pulled off his own head, which had only a little skin hanging on his neck, and greeted Astoria with a smile.

The broken mark on the neck was as good as new and was still bleeding.

Astoria had never seen such a terrifying scene before. She closed her eyes tightly and moved half of her body closer to Harry.

Harry glared at Nick and decided that if he saw Nick taking off his own head to scare Astoria again, he would send him to live with Peeves.

At the end of their long table, next to a stone pillar, Helena was standing there, quietly observing Harry. When she saw Harry looking at her, she immediately shifted her gaze.

Hermione glanced at the staff table and said puzzledly: "Why does it seem like there is a missing seat? There are two empty seats now, one is for Hagrid, who is still packing the ferry he just used, and the other is for Professor McGonagall.

She is talking to the new students, but there are no new professors. Hasn’t the school recruited Defense Against the Dark Arts professors yet?”

On the staff table, the little Professor Flitwick, who taught them Charms, was sitting on a pile of soft cushions, otherwise he could not even show his head above the table.

Next to her was Professor Sprout, the herbal teacher. Her hat was tilted on her flowing gray hair. She was talking about something with Professor Sinistra from the astronomy department.

On the other side of Professor Sinistra, sat Professor Snape, the potions teacher with a sallow face, aquiline nose, and greasy hair and the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It seems that even after he became the vice-principal, his ideological consciousness has not kept up, and he still looks so sloppy.

In addition, he looked at the college students below and thought of something, and seemed to be very satisfied.

The ceiling was enchanted, and you could directly see the sky outside. The weather today was very bad, with strong winds and heavy rain, and thick black clouds rolling over it. With a burst of thunder, a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, almost

It should fall on top of the students' heads.

Then the door to the auditorium opened and everyone immediately fell silent. Professor McGonagall led a large group of first-year students to the top of the auditorium.

They stood in several rows along the staff table, stopped, and faced the entire school. They were all trembling because they were cold and nervous.

Having just been shocked by Professor McGonagall, it was now my turn to be stared at by seven hundred pairs of staring eyes. The nervous eyes of these eleven-year-old children did not know where to drift.

Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new students, and placed a tattered, dirty, and patched wizard's hat on the stool.

The first-year students stared at it blankly. Others also stared at it. For a moment, there was silence in the auditorium. Then a crack near the brim opened like a mouth and began to sing a song.

"That was more than a thousand years ago."

"I was just woven into shape,"

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"Put me on your head now,"

"It will determine where you belong."

Harry moved the knife and fork, his mouth full. When the plates in front of everyone else were empty, food already appeared on Harry's plate.

He paid no attention to what was happening.

Hermione asked curiously: "I suddenly have a question. The Sorting Hat sings a different song every year. So is it completing the song creation when it stays in the principal's office for a whole year?"

"It's very possible that if you only work one day a year, the life will be quite easy." Harry said.

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Then comes the sorting process for new students.

When the last girl was sorted into Hufflepuff, Professor McGonagall removed the sorting hat and stool.

Professor McGonagall returned to her seat, looked around at all the students below, and showed a rare smile, but it was fleeting.

She waved her wand.

All the plates are piled with food.

While everyone was eating, Professor McGonagall began to speak: "Please note, everyone, I want to make a few announcements - you don't need to stop your forks."

She continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue is not accessible to anyone except students who have made mistakes and are being punished. In Hogsmeade Village, no students below the third grade are allowed to visit.

, freshmen pay special attention.”

"I would also like to inform you all with great regret that the College Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year..." Professor McGonagall paused at this point, knowing how she would react.

Sure enough, there was a clicking sound, and the forks, spoons and knives in the students' hands fell onto the plates. They raised their heads and looked at Professor McGonagall in shock.

Buzz…

Discussions broke out in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall smiled and said: "This is because a large-scale event will start in October and will last throughout the school year. It will take up a lot of time and energy from professors and students, but I believe that you are all willing to do this. I am very happy.

I would like to announce to you that this year at Hogwarts, we will host a very exciting event - the Triwizard Tournament, which is a competition between the three most powerful schools: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

A friendly competition organized by the magic schools."

Most students in the auditorium whispered excitedly and looked at Professor McGonagall expectantly, hoping to hear the specific details of the Triwizard Tournament.

Although some students who know more about it are telling others that this competition has caused a number of deaths.

But no wizard seemed to care.

Professor McGonagall said: "In order for this competition to be carried out smoothly, the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that the participating warriors will not be in danger of life."

"In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected contenders, and the selection ceremony will be held on Halloween. A "most impartial referee" will decide which students are the most qualified.

Participate in the competition for the Triwizard Cup, and the winner will win honor for his school, and the individual will also receive a bonus of 10,000 Galleons."

"Oh my God! Ten thousand Galleons!"

"I have only saved over a hundred galleons since I was a child!"

"I must sign up!"

"If I were the champion, I would become the idol of all the girls in Hogwarts!"

"You? Forget it, your looks are too low."

Professor McGonagall immediately poured cold water on him: "After discussion, the three magic schools and the Ministry of Magic unanimously decided to set an age limit for this year's applicants - only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register. This

It is one of the ways to protect the lives of participants."

Some students protested angrily after hearing Professor McGonagall's words, most notably the Weasley twins, who almost stood on the table.

"This is grade discrimination! I'm so angry! How can we, the lower grades, be better?" George shouted angrily.

Professor McGonagall said calmly: "This measure is necessary because the events of the Tournament are still very difficult and dangerous, and young wizards have no way of facing these difficulties head-on."

But her words could not dispel the disappointment, sadness and anger in the students' hearts.

Professor McGonagall changed her voice and said: "But there are no exceptions..."

The students under the age of seventeen in the auditorium looked at Professor McGonagall pitifully.

"There are some wizards who are under grade, but their strength is absolutely qualified to participate in the competition. Therefore, there is a threshold. If you can pass this threshold, you can still register." Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry vaguely.

The auditorium was filled with cheers from a group of wizards who thought they could fully meet the standards.

Harry was holding a plate with drool-worthy plum pudding and chocolate cake. When he saw Professor McGonagall's gaze, he muttered: "Look what I'm doing. I'm not participating."

"Ahem... Delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of this school year with us."

Professor McGonagall said meaningfully: "I know that you will be warm and friendly during the stay of our foreign dignitaries here. I just hope that you will not be overly enthusiastic by then..."

The students looked at each other in confusion: "Why do you feel that there is something in Professor McGonagall's words?"

"Okay, go to bed! Go to class tomorrow morning with a clear head and welcome your new semester. Hurry!"

The auditorium was filled with clattering and ping-pong-pong-pong sounds. The students stood up one after another, rushed to the two opposite doors, and began to return to the dormitory building.

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