Through gates flanked by sculptures of winged boars, and down the wide driveway, the coach shook violently from the gale, and the many lighted windows gleamed dimly behind thick rain curtains.
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www?w?·The carriages in which the students were riding stopped at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oak gates.
"What a damn weather." Ron jumped out of the carriage at this moment and landed on the wet ground, splashing a little muddy water.
Hermione said, "I'm really worried about how the first-year students will ferry."
By this time Malfoy had gone deep into the cave-like entrance hall, where torches were lit, and the marble staircase looked magnificent.
A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and went straight to Malfoy's head, but the instigator of this prank was not surprised by it now, but fell into some panic.
"Mr. Malfoy! Watch out!" Peeves yelled in panic, and twenty feet above their heads was floating the mischievous Peeves. He is short in stature, wearing a hat with bells and an orange bow tie. The muscles on his big mischievous face are tense and tense. This mischievous troublemaker is more serious than ordinary people imagine. Cunning, he knew who to mess with at Hogwarts and who not to mess with.
It's just that his warning didn't work at all, because Malfoy's vigilance is quite sharp, and this kind of hostile behavior is easy to distinguish. He just took out his wand and quickly said a spell, and the balloon was bounced to the ground. On the wall not far away, it exploded violently, and the water stains covered the wall. The people around were not injured, but they were frightened a lot, and they began to get restless. Soon, the second water bomb responded. As you know, Peeves obviously set up a mechanism to let his pranks be released automatically. The advantage is that after he is ready, he doesn't have to act himself, and he can observe as much as he likes and enjoy his pranks. The troubles caused by others are the source of his pleasure. ????One?Reading
The disadvantages are also obvious, he can't control his back move now, one after another water bombs are pouring down from the ceiling, it's hard to imagine what will happen to these things in the crowd.
The expected flood did not happen. The moment the water balloons were about to hit the ground, they seemed to be firmly blocked by an invisible soft barrier, and then the balloons, like strong bows that had been fully drawn, bounced back. The force was extremely strong, and it was launched vertically upwards as if it violated the principles of physics.
"Mr. Malfoy, please forgive me!" At this time, Peeves was no longer as relaxed as he was just now, and the water bombs he made were now chasing him crazily.
He is not a pure ghost, but also has a certain entity.
The surrounding students started laughing, excited that they had the upper hand in the duel with Peeves.
"This is just a little lesson." Malfoy said, staring at Pippi's figure running away in a hurry.
"Mr. Malfoy, thank you for helping me solve this little trouble." At this moment, Professor McGonagall squeezed through the crowd, and the splashed water just now fell on the ground, which became slippery, making her uncomfortable. Be careful with a fall.
"It's just a little effort, Professor McGonagall." Malfoy nodded.
Professor McGonagall looked up at this moment and said loudly, "I warn you, Peeves"
"I've already been punished!" Peeves was exhausted at this time, and he still didn't forget to turn around and shouted.
"Okay, let's go!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, changing his kind look just now.
Malfoy now followed the crowd down the hall and through the two double doors on the right.
The auditorium was as splendid as ever, and it had been decorated for the banquet of Xin Xuesi. Hundreds of candles floated above the tables, illuminating the golden plates and goblets. There were some students sitting around the four long college tables. There was a fifth table at the top, and the staff sat one by one on one side of the table, facing their students. It's much warmer here.
There were a few vacant seats at the staff desks, and in the center sat the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. His flowing silver-white hair and beard glistened in the candlelight, and his rich dark green robe was embroidered with stars and moons. The fingertips of Dumbledore's two slender hands touched together, his chin was resting on the fingertips, and his eyes looked up at the ceiling above through the half-moon-shaped lenses, as if lost in thought. The ceiling is enchanted to look like the sky outside.
Moody, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the staff table, looking out of place.
"Alastor! Come, come, sit here!" Dumbledore waved his hand in a friendly manner, letting Moody sit beside him, and at the same time waved his other hand lightly, and conjured a hand out of thin air. Chair.
"You know, I don't like this kind of lively place." Moody coughed lightly, even so, he dragged his artificial leg made of wood and walked over, pulled the chair, and sat down .
"You will have to face a lot of students afterwards." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Oh? Who dares to make a fuss in my class, I will not be soft." Moody stared.
"Hogwarts strictly prohibits corporal punishment of students. We generally use confinement or a more gentle method." Dumbledore said pleasantly.
"Oh? Then it seems that I have to change my habits. Last time I came here, I took a different stand. This time I am a teacher, right? There is a word called being a teacher?" Moody picked his indifferent Eyebrows, the magic eye began to swirl again.
"Of course, it would be great if you can adapt as soon as possible."
"I will." Moody nodded, and then looked up and looked at both sides of the auditorium. The lights were constantly burning and blooming brightly, showing a somewhat tranced look, maybe he recalled something.
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After a while, the later students came in from the outside one after another, some of them were still wearing raincoats, and stomped on the floor a few times, shaking the raindrops on their bodies, which splashed on the floor.
After all the students arrived, the sorting ceremony was about to begin. At this time, Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new students, and placed a tattered, dirty one on the stool. , A fully patched wizard hat. The first-year students stared at it blankly. Others looked at it too. For a while, the auditorium was silent. Then a slit near the brim opened like a mouth, and suddenly the hat sang.
To the surprise of the senior students, the lyrics sung by the Sorting Hat were changed this time, and the singing stopped, followed by a burst of intense applause from the auditorium.
One after another, the students with immature faces approached the Sorting Hat tremblingly. In a sense, the decision of this hat will determine the direction of their lives.
In other words, their original character is determined. The Sorting Hat is only for these students to perceive their own inner desires.