The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

[As long as you don’t lose your nobility, the whole world will be open to you

Arriving at Hogwarts, the first chapter of the main mission begins, and the mission will be unlocked based on the sorting results]

"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid said loudly, pointing to the boat moored on the shore. Tom and Hermione got into the boat, Neville followed, and Hagrid took a boat by himself.

"Are you all on board?" Hagrid shouted. After receiving a positive reply, he announced the departure, and the boats immediately began to drive automatically. The boat rowed across the calm surface of the Black Lake and came to the bottom of the cliff where Hogwarts Castle is located. Below the cliff is an ivy curtain covering the cliff, with a hidden open entrance inside.

Behind the entrance was a dark tunnel. The boat carried the freshmen forward in the dark, and finally arrived at a place similar to an underground dock. The freshmen walked onto a ground paved with gravel and small pebbles.

"Neville, your toad," Tom called to Neville, who had left his toad in the boat again.

"Thank you!" Neville was ecstatic and stretched out his hands to hold the toad in his hands. It was obvious that although this guy was extremely ugly, he was very important to Neville. The freshmen climbed along a tunnel in the rock, eventually reaching a flat, damp meadow in the shadow of the castle.

At this time, there was a huge oak door in front of them. Hagrid knocked on the castle door three times, and the door opened. Many young Muggle-born wizards thought that there would be a scene similar to Open Sesame, but there was no such thing, and they could only be disappointed.

The door opened, and Professor McGonagall stood behind the door solemnly. Today she was wearing an emerald green robe, her hair was still combed back into a bun, and she led the first-year students into the foyer.

The entire foyer was luxurious, with a ceiling so high that you couldn't see the top, the stairs were made of marble, and the walls were covered with blazing torches, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day. People who live in the 21st century and enjoy the convenience of electricity may not have much idea about sufficient light. But you know, for most of human history, having light at night was a luxury. The idiom "cutting through the wall to steal the light" can well reflect this point.

Of course, the authenticity of the story behind this idiom is questionable: after all, ancient people did not live next to each other like modern people, and there was a yard between each house. You, a young man, squatted at the wall of the newlywed couple in the middle of the night. It's a bit creepy no matter how you think about it. And are you sure you can read the book while squatting against the wall? Don't you mind the noise?

The buzzing sounds of hundreds of people came from a door on the right side of the hall. Students from other grades must have already taken their seats, but Professor McGonagall did not let them in. Instead, he took them to a different room at the other end of the hall. In a large empty room.

Professor McGonagall waited for all the new students to come in and then began to give them an introduction to admission. She told the freshmen that there was a sorting ceremony before the opening banquet. After the sorting, everyone would eat, live and study together. Everyone's performance would earn extra or deducted points for their own college. There would also be a college cup at the end of the year...

"...In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that you tidy up yourselves and be more energetic while waiting." Professor McGonagall's eyes were twisted in the Neville department. The cloak, the dirt on the tip of Ron's nose, and Harry's chicken coop of hair moved up.

"When the other side is ready, I will come to pick you up." Professor McGonagall said, "Just wait here, don't move around, and keep quiet."

She left the room.

Everyone was relieved.

Professor McGonagall had the aura of a primary school teacher, which made these eleven-year-old wizards tremble with fear, like a thorn in their backs. So after she left, the small room immediately became buzzing like the study room where the head teacher left, and then the sound gradually became louder, and finally it seemed like everyone was talking.

What everyone is most concerned about is the sorting ceremony. Professor McGonagall talked about a lot, but she didn't talk about the most crucial part - how to sort the schools. I don't know if it was intentional.

"How can they accurately assign us to which house?" Harry asked Ron. As soon as this question was asked, the voices around him became a little lower. Many people know that this red-haired guy has five older brothers studying at Hogwarts, and the information he tells should be credible.

"Some kind of test, right? Fred said it would hurt us a lot." Seeing his new friend's face turn pale, Ron quickly added: "But I think he was joking."

I don’t know if branching into another school will cause any harm, but this sentence is really harmful to the students. Everyone's heart trembled violently, and everyone around them was in danger.

"Yes, my cousin also said that he would perform a magic in public." A tall and thin boy echoed Ron.

Harry's heart sank to the bottom: magic? But he still doesn't know any magic, and he regrets not previewing the textbook during the vacation. He looked around anxiously, but no one spoke. Only Hermione was mumbling words. She was reciting the spells she had learned quickly, and from time to time she would ask questions to the boy named Tom next to her. Harry had a hard time imagining the scene when he handed the school's withdrawal letter to the Dursleys.

However, Malfoy sneered very disdainfully, crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows, and refuted in his lazy voice: "Nonsense! My father is one of the twelve directors of Hogwarts. He told I, the sorting ceremony is to test your talent. Only the pure-blood wizards with the best talent can enter Slytherin..."

An extra scene appeared in Tom's mind for no apparent reason:

The young man walked up to a stone tablet and put his hand on it. Then five dazzling characters flashed on the stone tablet:

Demonic power, third level!

The young man's face was expressionless, with a touch of self-mockery on the corner of his lips. There was 30% stubbornness, 30% unwillingness, 30% anger, and 10% sadness in his eyes. His clenched palms were pierced by nails due to excessive force. It entered the palm of my hand, causing waves of heartbreaking pain...

"Pfft." Tom couldn't hold himself back and laughed.

"Anyone with a bit of common sense can tell that this is what your dad is trying to trick you into doing. If the most talented students are all in Slytherin, then why is Dumbledore a Gryffindor graduate?" Tom said with a smile on his lips. Teasing Malfoy mercilessly.

When Malfoy saw it was Tom, a blush appeared on his pale face. He originally wanted to say a few more words, but he was worried that he would talk about his ancestor's affair in public.

Fortunately, a large group of ghosts suddenly appeared from the wall, interrupting their conversation.