Dumbledore's cough was still very useful, and the Sorting Hat hurriedly corrected himself and said:

"Difficult, very difficult, you can see that he is very courageous, his heart is not bad, he has a very high talent, and he has a strong thirst for knowledge, but he is not very honest, and Hufflepuff is definitely not good...

So, very interesting... Where should I assign you? "?

William felt that the hat should be the same as Ollivander's, and it was the same for everyone.

Just as the Sorting Hat was thinking, the little spider living on the hat, hanging Wia, hung in front of William's eyes.

It was showing its teeth and claws, foaming at the mouth, and didn't know what it was talking about.

William blew a boring breath, the spider swung on the swing, but the spider thread didn't break.

He stretched out his hand to eject the little thing, but the Sorting Hat said, "I warn you better not to do this, the little guy is my good friend.

Its grandfather was a giant eight-eyed spider named Aragog. "

"Aragog?" William frowned.

"What, do you know each other?"

"Well, I heard Hagrid mentioned that he was a very docile and kind magical creature, and he even took me to rub his legs." William replied.

In fact, William checked the introduction of this creature in the book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find It.

It seemed dangerous.

But because of his blind trust in Hagrid and his knowledge of Xiaobai, who had just entered the magic world, he simply thought that the author of that book, Newt Scamander, was exaggerating.

Since it is an exaggeration, what is William afraid of, not to mention Hagrid's protection?

The index finger of his right hand was slightly bent, and it flicked on the abdomen of the eight-eyed spider fiercely. The spider silk was not broken, but under the huge force, the spider slammed into the mouth of the Sorting Hat.

The little spider groaned in grievance "woo woo", clack clack into the ball of yarn.

The Sorting Hat is furious!

It grinned maliciously, and suddenly said loudly: "Ha~ William, you are so funny, you actually said that Professor Snape is like a greasy old bat!"

"…"

The entire hall was silent, and Snape stared at William with a livid face. He still had a strand of black hair in his hand, which had just been pulled off because of too much force.

Fred was secretly dismantling the chocolate frog, when a shiver, the chocolate hit Sniffle's head directly.

George looked at William reverently with the eyes he looked at a warrior!

But the word warrior is often associated with death!

William now has the heart to kill. He is wrong, completely wrong.

The sorting hat should not be placed in the dish soap, but should be poured directly into its mouth with 84 disinfectant!

The Sorting Hat conspiracy succeeded, and it announced lazily, "Ravenclaw."

William didn't know how he got to the Ravenclaw table. He only remembered that it was a cool night.

The starlight above his head, the students smiled at him, he was stunned, he was puzzled...

How could he, an ordinary Ravenclaw first-year wizard, suddenly become a Gryffindor hero?

William can't think of his sister!

Cedric is even more desperate. Both Qiu and William have gone to Ravenclaw. Now he wants to ask what the transfer process is like.

After Yul Alex was sorted into Slytherin and all the students were sorted, Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, picked up the sorting hat and left.

When the Sorting Hat was about to leave, she proudly pouted towards William.

Dumbledore stood up, looking at the students with a smile on his face, extending his arms to them.

It seemed that nothing made him happier than seeing the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year!

I only have two words to say to you," his deep voice echoed in the auditorium, "Eat! "

The empty dishes all around were suddenly filled with food miraculously.

Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding…

It looks really rich, but to be honest, British food is also a happy one. If you really want to eat comfortably, you have to look at the dishes from the Celestial Dynasty.

William poked the onion and tomato baked sausage in front of him with a fork. He inexplicably missed the steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose...

Although, he has never eaten all of these!

Qiu took a bite out of the potato wedge on the fork and asked in a low voice, "What happened just now?"

William shook his head: "It's probably the menopause of the hat-sharing hospital."

"…"

Not far away, a witch with brown curly hair reminded, "You better be careful, Professor Snape will definitely trouble you."

As she spoke, she glanced at Snape at the guest of honor, where the professor was squinting, staring in the direction of Ravenclaw.

She shuddered, and quickly lowered her head.

Penello Clearwater is already a fourth-grade senior. The inside information of this old bacon is generally very reliable.

William studied in the school near the orphanage for nine years in his previous life, from elementary school to high school... Many new teachers who want to get first-hand information about leaders will come to him.

Of course, intelligence is also divided into different levels. With less money, you can only get the most basic things. If you want to know the preferences of leaders, you will pay a high price.

So, senpai said that Snape would make trouble for him, so he definitely would.

This **** hat-sharing courtyard, sooner or later give it a pot of Lao Ganma, and then give it a salt bath!

The food at Hogwarts tastes good, there are not so many dark dishes, and the amount is large enough, which really allows you to lean in and out by the wall.

After the last dessert, everything disappeared. Dumbledore stood up and the dining room was quiet again.

"Now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone."

"At the beginning of the semester, I would like to give you a few points to note.

First-year freshmen, note that students are not allowed to enter the forbidden forest near the castle. Some of our senior classmates should also keep this in mind.

And Hogsmeade Village, all students under the third grade are not allowed to visit. "

Dumbledore's shining eyes swept towards the Weasley brothers.

"Furthermore, Mr. Filch, the administrator, also wants me to remind everyone not to use magic in the corridor during class breaks, let alone use fire smoke bombs."

"Finally, please allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore said happily.

"Professor Tywin!"

Next to Hagrid, stood a tall and handsome wizard. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The wizard was in his early thirties, with fluttering blond hair, shiny pale green eyes and a sharp smile.

Snape stroked his greasy black hair, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Dumbledore applauded, and everyone applauded, especially many little witches.

After the applause ended, Dumbledore said happily: "Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"

All the teachers' smiles froze, especially Professor McGonagall.

She wanted to use earplugs to listen secretly again, but was discovered by the sharp-eyed Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, flicked his wand, and a long golden ribbon floated out of the wand, twisting and coiling like a snake above the high dining table, just like using karaoke. convenient.

He held his wand, like a musician holding a baton.

"Everyone chooses their favorite tune." Dumbledore excitedly said, "Get ready, sing!"

Then all the teachers and students sang aloud:

Hogwarts,

Hogwarts,

Hogwarts,

Hogwarts,

Please teach us knowledge, whether we are a bald old man or a child with a broken knee, our minds can accept some interesting things.

For now our minds are empty,

filled with air,

Dead flies and trifles,

teach us some valuable knowledge,

what we have forgotten,

give it back to us,

As long as you do your best,

The rest is left to us,

We will study hard,

until it turns into dung.

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