Unfortunately, most of the little wizards on the boat did not have time to appreciate the Hogwarts Castle in the rain. The cold rain made them shiver.
"Why do first-year students have to take a boat to cross the river?" Albert retracted his gaze and looked at the three people on the same boat whose teeth were chattering with cold.
"No, I don't know. I don't want to know at all."
"Me too, it's so cold." The twins also agreed. They are almost freezing to death now, who has the mood to pay attention to these things.
Albert couldn't help but shake his head. He had some understanding of the boat crossing ceremony. It was actually to let the freshmen coming to Hogwarts follow the route that the four founders took when they came to Hogwarts Castle. The reason why the boat they took was in groups of four was that it actually represented the four founders. It was a kind of inheritance ceremony, allowing the students who came here to feel the excitement and joy of the founders, and at the same time remember the hardships that the founders went through to establish the school.
But, until now, how many people really understand this
Even Hagrid, who guided them across the lake, probably didn't know.
However, few students care about these things.
"Watch out, keep your head down!" Hagrid shouted.
The freshmen lowered their heads immediately upon hearing this.
The boat carried them across the bottom of the cliff and to the dock below the castle.
"That's terrible. I hate rain." One of the twins hugged his shoulders and sneezed.
Everyone was soaked and shaking like a sieve.
"How did you do that?" Lee Jordan asked in surprise. He found that the rain did not wet Albert's robe and peaked hat.
"A simple magic." Albert noticed the other people's eyes looking at him and explained softly.
"Okay, everyone follow me." Hagrid, holding an oil lamp, led the freshmen up a gravel path to the lawn below the castle. In front of them was a flight of stone steps leading to the oak door of the castle.
A witch in an emerald green robe was standing in front of the oak door. Albert knew her. She was Professor McGonagall, who had visited Albert's house once.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I'll take care of the freshmen." Professor McGonagall looked at the embarrassed freshmen, and Albert felt the corners of her mouth twitching.
This was not surprising at all. The freshmen looked so miserable that almost everyone was soaked and covered in mud.
"First-year students, follow me."
Professor McGonagall led the freshmen into the castle. Albert followed behind the team, looking around at this castle that had a history of a thousand years.
"That's Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor. Percy said Professor McGonagall is very strict." George whispered.
"Oh, I've seen her once. My sister really liked Professor McGonagall's trick of turning teacups into mice." Albert's attention was all on the stone wall. He had been wondering if those blazing torches were eternal flames.
It is said that there is a kind of fairy fire called something that can burn forever, which is very consistent with the scene in front of us.
"Let's go, what are you looking at?" Fred pushed Albert gently and urged in a low voice.
"I wonder what kind of magic fire that is. It should not be an ordinary flame." Since there is no smoke, it means that this is not an ordinary flame.
Fred opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Albert plans to figure these things out later. This castle has many secrets worth exploring.
After Albert had the idea of exploring the castle, a task suddenly popped up on the panel:
Thousand-year-old school: Hogwarts.
Hogwarts is an ancient and mysterious magic school that has existed for thousands of years. This ancient castle hides countless unknown secrets. As a curious secret explorer, you should not miss such an opportunity. Explore Hogwarts Castle before graduation and find the hidden secrets.
Current progress: 1%.
Reward: 1000100000 experience points, 1-10 skill points.
"Fuck!" Albert couldn't help but curse in his mind. This was simply shocking.
This was definitely the most impressive mission he had ever seen.
Are you trying to force me to become a night-wandering maniac
It seems that mastering the Disillusionment Charm must be put on the agenda in advance. Albert began to think about how to get the spell of the Disillusionment Charm.
The freshmen were led into the sorting waiting room by Professor McGonagall. There was not much space inside and everyone was crowded together.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said in her opening remarks as per her annual custom. "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the restaurant and take your seats, you must first confirm which college you will be attending..."
Just like the leadership speech in my previous life: I said a few words here, and then talked for more than half an hour. Although Professor McGonagall was not that exaggerated, she also spoke for more than ten minutes.
Albert's words to Professor McGonagall can be simply summarized into three points: accommodation, sorting and the house cup.
After finishing the usual Hogwarts instructions, Professor McGonagall asked all the freshmen to line up and come forward so that she could clean the water and dirt off their bodies.
As the school's vice-president, Professor McGonagall absolutely could not tolerate freshmen entering the hall like this. Such an embarrassing appearance was a disgrace to Hogwarts.
The freshmen were crowding together, hoping to dry their clothes as quickly as possible; the dampness and cold made them feel very uncomfortable.
"Are they squeezing sardines together?" Albert looked at the group of freshmen with interest, took a step back, and took the initiative to stay at the back of the team. The rain did not have much impact on him.
Professor McGonagall moved quickly, skillfully using the descaling and drying spells. It only took a few minutes, and soon it was Albert's turn.
She looked at Albert with a little surprise, then cast the same spell on him. His clothes immediately became dry and warm, and the mud splashed on his boots and pants disappeared.
"Now, please be quiet," said Professor McGonagall loudly. "I will come to pick you up when it is ready over there."
After Professor McGonagall left the room, everyone was whispering about the Sorting.
"How should we divide the houses?"
"How can they accurately assign everyone to the right college?"
"Perhaps, some kind of test."
When it comes to testing, everyone is nervous.
Looking at this scene, Albert suddenly wanted to laugh. He kind of understood why others were reluctant to tell the freshmen how to sort them into houses.
What a bunch of bad-humored fellows!
"Aren't you nervous at all? I'm Alicia Spinnet." A young girl came over to talk to her, and Albert had pulled her hand before.
Of course, the girl came over to talk to Albert probably because of his calmness. No matter how you look at it, he looks like someone who knows the secrets of the branch.
In fact, she guessed right.
"As long as I don't go to Slytherin, I can accept it." Albert shrugged. He didn't reveal the meaning of the sorting ceremony at all. It was actually very interesting to see the nervous faces of the freshmen.
Okay, Albert admitted that he did have some bad taste.