The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The auditorium was filled with four long academic tables, and the dome had a dark ceiling without stars, exactly like the scene outside where clouds obscured the starry sky. The candle floated in mid-air and burned quietly, illuminating the few silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and illuminating the excited faces of the students.

The little wizards happily exchanged news about the summer vacation, greeted friends from other houses loudly, and inspected each other's new hairstyles and clothes.

Not long after Harry and Ron walked in, they were pulled by Dean and Seamus to sit down in the middle of the long table. Next to them were Parvati and Lavender, as well as a group of people who were eager to know the inside information. They chatted with Harry enthusiastically. Say hello.

"Come here, Harry, sit here!" Seamus grabbed Harry's arm and asked nervously, "What are those things in the newspaper about?"

"Which one are you talking about?" Harry picked up the cup and took a sip. The hot pumpkin juice was delicious.

"Oops!" Dean was impatient, pushed Seamus away, and asked impatiently, "Has Dumbledore really lost his mind? Is the mysterious man an illusion after you were under a spell?"

These questions were like some kind of magic that silenced the sound. As soon as Dean said them, the little wizards nearby fell silent in tacit agreement and pricked up their ears, expecting Harry to give them a clear answer.

"Well..." Harry slowly drank a few sips of pumpkin juice and chatted with Loren and Hermione. He knew very well that there were no answers to these questions, or the real answers lay in——

"Before that, I also have a question that you need to answer."

Seamus was a little confused and blinked: "What?"

"Do you believe Dumbledore, or do you believe what the Ministry of Magic says in the newspapers?"

The little wizards looked left and right, their big eyes staring at their little ones, and they were stunned for a moment.

"..."

Loren took Hermione and found a quiet seat as usual at the end of the long table. As soon as he sat down, he saw half of a silver-white translucent head sticking out of the empty plate in front of him. He smiled and almost died. The head Nick said hello:

"Hey, Sir Nicholas, how was your summer holiday? Did you go to Kent again to visit your widowed friend?"

"What a widow friend, it's Ms. Grieve!" Nearly Headless Nick's face darkened, and he retorted loudly, "Don't believe those nonsense Myrtle said, Ms. Grieve and I are ordinary friends!"

"Well...of course I believe it, ordinary friends."

Loren's face was full of conviction, but the tone in which he said this made several young wizards around him look at him frequently. They couldn't help but look at the almost headless Nick, making strange tut-tutting sounds and looking at him strangely.

"Merlin's stinky boots, it's really unpleasant to chat with you..." The expression on the silver-white translucent head became more and more stinky. He muttered something and then sank under the table, leaving only a slightly embarrassed sentence, "I'm going to tease those guys." The new students are gone."

While the little wizards were chattering about the summer vacation that had just passed, the professors sat down at the guest of honor seats one by one.

Dumbledore sat on the golden high-backed chair in the middle, wearing a dark purple robe studded with silver stars and a matching hat. His long, fluffy white beard hung smoothly in front of him. He looked very kind.

Hagrid's huge figure was particularly eye-catching. Everyone saw the scars on his face that had not yet healed. It seemed that he had rolled all the way from the third floor stairs to the foyer. For him, it was only a minor injury.

Snape, Sprout and Professor Flitwick sat together, whispering to each other, and their eyes fell on a strange witch next to them from time to time.

Every little wizard knows very well that he is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He is short and fat, with short curly gray-brown hair. He always has an exaggerated and artificial smile on his face, with droopy eyelids and eyeballs. It bulges out like Neville's pet Rifle.

"Is she the new professor?"

"It is said that he is also the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, whose surname is Umbridge."

"I've never heard of him. I heard he was a mixed-race wizard from a small place."

"..."

At the long table of Slytherin House, a group of dressed-up little witches were discussing in low voices. The little witch at the front of the long table made the loudest voice, which could almost reach the guest of honor seat.

"Cough, cough..." Pansy Parkinson glanced at Malfoy, who was sitting not far away, and cleared his throat to attract someone's attention, "Have you noticed, her bow is really ugly."

Daphne Greengrass nodded quickly and echoed in a sharp and mean voice: "Yes, and that pink cardigan. Did she dig it out of the pyramid of the last century? This is too It’s corny.”

"I have to say, that ugly bow goes well with the old-fashioned sweater."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Umbridge's toad-like eyelids kept trembling, and her face turned pale with anger and she couldn't get angry. She picked up the goblet, held it tremblingly to her mouth and took a sip. She pinched her throat and said to Dumbledore: "The sorting ceremony should begin, principal, I can't wait!"

"Of course, there's no one I'm more looking forward to."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door leading to the hall was pushed open. The curious first-year students walked into the auditorium under the leadership of Professor McGonagall and stood in the empty seat in front of the guest of honor. The two unlucky guys who fell into the water stood there. On the far right, the clothes on his body have been steamed dry, and the ends of his hair are still a little wet, and he is still in shock.

Put out a stool and put on the sorting hat.

The young wizards in the audience flashed a nostalgic look in their eyes, and the buzzing conversations in the hall gradually subsided. When the last whisper disappeared, the whole room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a spoon falling to the ground.

The dirty, gray hat slowly shook, and the brim of the hat with worn edges opened a wide crack, just like the singer opened his mouth:

"A long time ago, I was still a new hat, when Hogwarts was not built,

The four founders of the noble school thought they would never go their separate ways..."

The young wizards gradually realized that something was wrong. This year's lyrics were completely different from the previous ones. Each of them had heard the song of the Sorting Hat more than once. Although there would be some minor changes every few years, the main content of the lyrics remained unchanged, but now, all the lyrics have changed.

"I sorted you into each college because my duties cannot be changed.

But this year I want to say a few more words, please listen carefully to my new song..."

Recalling the rumors published in the newspapers and the slander against Dumbledore by the Ministry of Magic throughout the summer vacation, some young wizards reflected the bright candlelight in their eyes, held their breath involuntarily, and the scales in their hearts gradually tilted to one end.

"Our Hogwarts is in danger, and the enemies outside the school are eyeing us.

We must be closely united internally, otherwise everything will collapse from within.

I have told you frankly, and I have sounded the alarm for you..."