The composition of people's first impression is extremely complex, of which appearance, figure, temperament and words and deeds are only some of the influencing factors.

Professor McGonagall liked Wang Yan very much.

Not because of Wang Yan itself, but from the foursome of Harry, Malfoy, Hermione, and Neville.

As a woman with great insight, Professor McGonagall noticed that these four rebellious little guys seemed to follow Wang Yan honestly along the way, and did not show the slightest bit of transgression.

Regardless of whether Wang Yan achieved this by virtue of his magic skills or his charisma, it showed that at least he was not a scumbag.

Wang Yan bowed slightly and said softly, "It is my honor to work with you."

He's always been a mind-blowing person.

No false pretense could escape Wang Yan's observation.

Minerva McGonagall is a worthy wizard.

She was a fair mentor, treating all four Houses the same, and even if Gryffindor students made mistakes, she would punish them severely—even if they lost the House Cup.

The idea of ​​fairness and justice has penetrated into every drop of Professor McGonagall's blood.

She carried this belief into practice throughout her life.

Whether it is an orderly good or a chaotic evil, Wang Yan will treat them with respect as long as they can achieve the "unity of knowledge and action".

"The school banquet is about to begin."

Professor McGonagall said: "Before you go to the restaurant, you must first determine which college you will enter."

"Classification is an important ritual, and the House is like your home at Hogwarts while you're here."

"You have to take classes with other students in the college, live in the college dormitory together, and spend your spare time in the college common room together."

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin..."

Professor McGonagall was a patient man, and Barabara said a lot about student points, the Academy Cup, and school rules.

Wang Yan just listened quietly without interrupting.

There was a little mishap on the way.

Malfoy, who was introducing the Sorting Hat to Harry, was frightened by the twenty or so ghosts that suddenly burst out of the wall behind him.

He subconsciously gave these ghosts a mouthful of frost dragon breath.

The poor souls were frozen by frost, and the void body was given a substantial shape and became a sculpture.

If only that was the case.

pity……

Neville, on Malfoy's left, never took the initiative to think about most issues.

Whoever his companions attacked, he attacked.

It's that simple.

Neville, who had long developed the habit of fighting, smashed a fiery fire spell in the past.

Those pearly white translucent ghosts...

The poor remnant thought that he was making fun of a harmless little wizard, but he did not expect to provoke a few small monsters that were murderous.

They became a small pile of scum between nothingness and substance.

"Wow..."The Encyclopedia of Elementary Wizard Spells" mentioned that these things are the key materials for making Horcruxes!"

Hermione's eyes were shining with stars, and she rushed over without hesitation, and packed the soul scum in a small pocket she sewed.

The movement here is not small.

Many professors have noticed what's going on here.

Malfoy's Dragon Breath, Neville's Fiery Spell, Hermione's Shattered Thoughts...

"This year's freshman, very interesting."

"My God, did that little guy just use the Fiery Fire Charm?"

"That's advanced black magic! Who taught him?"

"Damn it! Every underage wizard's wand is connected to the magic network, and this black magic will be recorded..."

"Prepare your plans in advance... The Ministry of Magic will soon be involved in this matter."

The deans looked at Neville and Malfoy with complex expressions.

They both wanted Neville, the troublemaker, to stay away from their house, and they wanted Draco Malfoy to join them.

One side represents the problem of the Ministry of Magic, the future dark wizard; the other side represents the rising star whose bloodline has mutated into a legendary dragon species, the ready-made Super Animagus.

This is not an easy question to confuse.

The headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, stood up.

This old wizard with white hair and white beard has absolute authority.

With just one sentence, he quieted the scene.

"Everyone keep quiet!"

"First the sorting ceremony."

20 resident spirits died!

There is a freshman who skillfully casts a high black magic spell!

In the face of such a major event, Dumbledore actually chose to let it go?

No one understood the brain circuits of the old principal.

But he was the representative of the highest authority at Hogwarts.

No one doubts this.

The Sorting Hat was invited out.

It began to sing its own corny long song.

"You can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and your silk top hats smooth and crisp..."

"But the hat used for the Hogwarts test is naturally much taller than your hat."

"Any thought hidden in your mind can't escape the golden eyes of the devil hat..."

"You may belong to Gryffindor, where the bravery is buried deep in the heart, their boldness, courage and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding; you may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are honest and loyal..."

"Enough! Shut up!"

Harry jumped and jumped onto the table.

He wiped the sweat from the side of his face, pointed at the Sorting Hat with his wand, and his eyes flashed a dangerous light: "If you talk nonsense, I will burn you!"

People who are in the withdrawal reaction are easy to get angry, and the way of thinking is obviously different from ordinary people.

They will ignore some things that ordinary people worry about, and pay more attention to some "trivial" things.

"Cough cough..."

The Sorting Hat coughed dryly and seemed a little embarrassed: "Looks like Gryffindor has another hero, doesn't it?"

The Sorting Hat is a wise magic weapon, and naturally I saw the performance of Malfoy, Neville and Hermione before.

As the partner of the three deranged reserve dark wizards, Harry Potter's threat still carries a lot of weight.

There was an uproar among the students.

The professors looked at each other.

Hearing the Sorting Hat, Professor McGonagall covered her face.

She was already starting to worry about her academy.

Who the **** knows how Harry Potter was developed such a virtue by the Dursleys!

If she knew it would turn out like this, she should have persuaded Albus Dumbledore to send Harry to China for foster care.

I heard that Dumbledore has a good relationship with the Elf King in northern China, where the folk customs are simple, and the wizards in the East are hospitable and polite...

With that in mind, Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye.

From the principal's face, she saw regret.

Putting Harry in foster care with the Dursleys was a real failure.

It appears that Dumbledore has admitted this as well.

Although there were a lot of small episodes, the sorting ceremony went ahead as scheduled.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting."

"Neville Longbottom!"

The little fat man doesn't seem to adapt to his current slightly round body shape.

He stumbled over to Professor McGonagall and put on the sorting hat.

The moment the Sorting Hat touched the end of his hair, he screamed, "Ravenclaw!"

Ravenclaw is one of the four Houses of Hogwarts, symbolizing the wind in the four elements.

It was founded by Rowena Ravenclaw to select students based on intelligence and a strong thirst for knowledge.

After getting this result, everyone fell into a dead silence.

The atmosphere of the scene was a bit mysterious for a while.