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The thousands of faces staring at them were like little pale lanterns in the gleaming candlelight.

The ghosts scattered among the students turned the obscured silverware into sparkles. To avoid the eyes of the audience, Harry looked up and happened to see the beautiful velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. She heard Hermione whispering in her ear: "Someone had enchanted it to make it look more like the stars outside. That's what I knew in Hogwarts: A School History."

If only I could use this magic on top of my ceiling, I don't want to see those spiders crawling around anymore. Harry thought.

Professor McGonagall brought a four-cornered stool, and a white pointed hat was placed on it by her. In front of everyone's eyes, the middle part of the hat looked like a human face and reluctantly opened his mouth: "I originally wanted to sing a song, but I'm in a bad mood."

"Freshmen! Come here! Take me! I'll tell you what house you should go to!" it shouted.

Professor McGonagall, holding a long roll of parchment, said, "When I say your name, please put on this hat and sit down and wait for it to be distributed."

She shouted, "Hannah Abbott!"

A pink-faced, blond little girl stepped out of the line, put on a hat so big that it covered her eyes, and sat down quietly. After a while,—"Hufflepuff!" cried the hat.

The Hufflepuff students sat on the far right, applauding and cheering as Hannah stepped down to sit with them, and even a fat ghost was among them waving to her.

Professor McGonagall continued to chant his name, and the students in whichever house they were assigned to began to applaud. Ron was getting more and more nervous as Hermione and Malfoy both went up because there were few people left to be assigned. Hermione went to Gryffindor, and Malfoy seemed to have forgotten what happened on the train, and he was assigned to Slytherin with a proud face.

Harry wasn't nervous. Professor Snape, who led her out of Dudley's house, was watching her from behind, and Professor Snape told her something about the sorting ceremony. She just waited silently for her name to be called by Professor McGonagall.

"—Harry Potter!"

The name silenced the auditorium for a moment, then loud voices erupted, like boiling a pot. People were talking.

"Is that the Potter I thought?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

"God! She's so pretty! And that dress, I'm going to buy one too!"

"You probably can't afford it, man. That dress looks custom!"

Halle thought she was ready, but she wasn't. It is inevitable to be a little nervous at this time. She stroked the little snake on her right wrist, came to the hat expressionlessly, put it on, and sat down.

"You..." The hat's voice echoed in her mind.

"Girl, you're talented...you're thirsty for knowledge. You're even brave—and you want to prove your worth? Oh, that's interesting. You can go to all four academies."

Harry asked back in his head, "So, where do you think I should go?"

The Sorting Hat was silent for a moment, then it said, "You don't seem to panic at all... Then—" it shouted to the crowd, "—Slytherin!"

Snape threw his fist hard, but he coughed again quickly and returned to his squatted posture.

Halle walked to the long Slytherin table, and the group of students in green robes looked crazy with joy at this time, but they all bowed their heads when Harry came over with a blank expression. Little did she know that her mind was full of chaos: why did they bow their heads to me? !

Draco Malfoy lost his arrogant look, and he looked as if he wanted to shrink under the table,

Harry noticed him. Came to sit with him on purpose, and Malfoy tried his best to look like I'm not afraid of you at all.

But he didn't even dare to look at Harry sideways, just looked down at his plate.

The sorting ceremony was over in a few minutes, and Ron, Hermione, and Neville all went to Gryffindor. Halle was alone in Slytherin.

A tall old man with white hair and beard stood up from the teachers' bench, he cleared his throat, and Harry noticed that he was the Dumbledore, the 'greatest white wizard of all time' printed on the collection card, also Huo Huo. Principal of Gwarts. He said loudly, "Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts. This is a new school year, and a new beginning for Hogwarts! Because this year, we will teach in a new way! You will You will learn the true secrets of magic!"

"Now, allow me to take a moment. I want to announce something."

He added: "Due to the change in teaching methods, the new student is in charge of Professor He Shenyan next to me. I believe that many people have seen him in the newspaper. For all students in the second grade and above, please pay attention Bulletin boards in your common room, I have to remind you, there have been some small changes to the curriculum."

He sat down. The young man on his right stood up and nodded to the crowd. Harry noticed that many of the female students let out low exclamations when he stood up, and she herself was a little surprised by the man's unimaginable handsomeness. But what makes him more attractive than that face is his temperament. Just like a whirlpool, just looking at him makes people want to indulge in it.

The man coughed lightly, and then said, "I don't want to delay everyone's meal time. Some people are probably already hungry."

His little joke made the students chuckle.

"As Professor Dumbledore said, freshmen please arrive at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor by 9:30 tomorrow morning to prepare for class. That's it."

Harry heard whispers on the long Slytherin table.

After Professor He finished speaking, he sat down. Dumbledore sat on his seat and waved his arms down with a smile. Countless delicious foods suddenly appeared on those empty plates. All-inclusive, everything. Harry's eyes lit up the moment she saw the vanilla ice cream, but she also saw the roast chicken, the steak and the rows of sausages. It was always difficult to choose, especially between these foods she hadn't eaten much before.

After the dinner, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Halle realizes she might be overwhelmed - actually, not likely.

She ate three vanilla ice creams and two steaks. A big dollop of mashed potatoes. Even killed half of the fish. Malfoy, who was sitting next to her, didn't eat much. He watched with trepidation throughout the whole process as Harry quickly eliminated the food with an expressionless face. The way she was waving a knife and fork might seem to Malfoy to be waving it on himself. The way he looked made Harry roll his eyes at him.

Dumbledore stood up again, and he said, "Since everyone has enough to eat and drink, then I'll say a few more words, I hope you don't think I'm annoyed by this old man."

"I believe everyone has noticed that there is no dress code this year. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether you wear a robe or a jacket. However, a few rules still exist. For example, the forbidden forest on the playground is strictly forbidden for students to enter. Please keep this in mind."

"At the same time, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind you not to cast spells in the corridors between classes, and night travel is prohibited."

"The original courses and exams for the senior students will no longer be conducted. As for why, you should be able to understand after Professor He's class tomorrow. My words are over. Thank you for your patience in listening to me."

On the long table in Gryffindor, two red-haired boys let out a whimper: "No! Principal! This year's school song!"

Dumbledore laughed, and he said happily: "If you want, you can stay and sing. I'll start for you, choose a tune you like! But I'm afraid I have some things to leave now."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, a piece of music appeared, the two boys started to start, and then everyone started to sing along. Amid this chaotic chorus, Dumbledore left the auditorium.