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The auditorium was filled with four long academy dining tables. Above the dome was a dark ceiling without stars, which was exactly the same as the scene of clouds covering the starry sky outdoors. The candle floated in mid-air and burned quietly, illuminating the few silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and illuminating the excited faces of the students.
The little wizards happily exchanged news about the summer vacation, greeted friends from other houses loudly, and looked at each other's new hairstyles and clothes.
Not long after Harry and Ron walked in, they were pulled by Dean and Seamus to sit down in the middle of the long table. Next to them were Parvati and Lavender, as well as a group of people who were eager to know the inside information. Greeted Harry warmly.
"Come here, Harry, sit here!" Seamus grabbed Harry's arm and asked nervously, "What are those things in the newspaper about?"
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"Which one are you talking about?" Harry picked up the cup and took a sip. The hot pumpkin juice was delicious.
"Oops!" Dean was impatient, pushed Seamus away, and asked impatiently, "Has Dumbledore really lost his mind? Is the mysterious man a hallucination after you were under a spell? ?"
These questions were like some kind of sound-eliminating magic. As soon as Dean said it, the little wizards nearby fell silent in unison, pricking up their ears, expecting Harry to give them a clear answer. .
"Well..." Harry slowly drank a few sips of pumpkin juice and chatted with Loren and Hermione. He knew very well that there were no answers to these questions, or the real answers lay in— —
"Before that, I also have a question that you need to answer."
Seamus was a little confused and blinked: "What?"
"Do you believe Dumbledore, or do you believe what the Ministry of Magic published in the newspaper?"
The little wizards looked around, big He stared at his little eyes and was stunned for a moment.
"…"
Loren took Hermione to find a quiet seat at the end of the long table as usual. As soon as he sat down, he saw half of the empty plate in front of him. With a silver-white translucent head, he smiled and greeted the almost headless Nick:
"Hey, Sir Nicholas, how was your summer vacation? Did you go to Kent to visit your widowed friend again?"
"What widowed friend, it's Ms. Grieve!" Nick, who was almost headless, had a look on his face. Hei retorted loudly, "Don't believe those nonsense Myrtle said, Ms. Grieve and I are ordinary friends!"
"Well... of course I believe it, ordinary friends."
< br>Loren's face was full of conviction, but the tone in which he said this made several young wizards around him look sideways. They couldn't help but look at the almost headless Nick, making strange tut-tutting noises and looking at him strangely.
"Merlin's smelly boots, it's really unpleasant to chat with you..." The expression on the silver-white translucent head became more and more smelly. He muttered something and then sank under the table, leaving only a slightly embarrassed sentence, "I went to play tricks on those freshmen."
While the little wizards were chattering about the summer vacation that had just passed, the professors sat down at the guest of honor seats one by one.
Dumbledore sat on the golden high-backed chair in the middle, wearing a dark purple robe studded with silver stars, a matching hat, and a fluffy and full long white beard hanging smoothly on his In front of him, he looked very kind.
Hagrid's huge figure was particularly eye-catching. Everyone saw that there were scars on his face that had not yet healed. It seemed that he had rolled all the way from the third floor stairs to the foyer. To him, it was only a minor injury.
Snape, Sprout and Professor Flitwick sat together, whispering to each other, and their eyes fell on a strange witch next to them from time to time.
Every little wizard knows very well that he is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He is short and fat, with short curly gray-brown hair, and an exaggerated and artificial smile on his face. , with droopy eyelids and bulging eyes, just like Neville's pet Leif.
"She is the new professor?" "It is said that she is also the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, with the surname Umbridge."
"I haven't heard of it. When I heard it, it sounded like a small place. "
"..."
A group of little witches who like to dress up were discussing in low voices at the long table of Slytherin House. The voice of the little witch sitting at the front of the long table. The largest, it can almost reach the guest of honor seat.
"Cough, cough..." Pansy Parkinson glanced at Malfoy, who was sitting not far away, and cleared his throat to attract someone's attention, "Have you noticed, her bow is really ugly."
Daphne Greengrass nodded quickly and echoed in a sharp and mean voice: "Yes, there is also that pink cardigan. She dug it out of the pyramid of the last century. Yes, this is too old-fashioned."
"I have to say, that ugly bow goes well with the old-fashioned sweater."
"Hahahaha..."
Umbridge's toad-like eyelids kept trembling. She was so angry that her face turned pale and she couldn't get angry. She picked up the goblet, held it tremblingly to her mouth and took a sip. She pinched her throat and said to Dumbledore. Lido said: "The sorting ceremony should begin, principal, I can't wait!"
"Of course, there is no one who is more looking forward to it than me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door leading to the hall was pushed open, and the curious first-year students walked into the auditorium under the leadership of Professor McGonagall and stood there. In the empty seats in front of the guest of honor, the two unlucky guys who fell into the water stood on the far right. Their clothes were steamed dry, and the tips of their hair were still a little damp. They were still in shock.
Put out a stool and put on the Sorting Hat.
The eyes of the little wizards in the audience flashed with nostalgic and friendly glances. The hum of conversation in the auditorium gradually subsided. When the last whisper disappeared, the whole room was so quiet that you could hear the spoon falling to the ground. sound.
The dirty, dusty hat slowly swayed, and the frayed brim opened a wide crack, like a singer opening his mouth:
"I was a new hat a long time ago, before Hogwarts was built.
The four founders of the Noble School thought they would never part ways..."
Little The wizards gradually realized that something was wrong. This year's lyrics were completely different from those in the past. Each of them had heard the Sorting Hat's song more than once. Although there were some minor changes every few years, the main content of the lyrics remained the same. But now, all the lyrics have changed.
"I put you into each academy because my responsibilities cannot be changed.
But this year I want to say a few more words, please listen to my new song carefully..."
Recalling the rumors published in the newspapers, and recalling the Ministry of Magic's slander against Dumbledore throughout the summer, some young wizards' eyes reflected the bright candlelight, and they held their breath involuntarily, and the scales in their hearts gradually tilted towards one end.
"Our Hogwarts is in danger, and enemies outside the school are stalking us.
We must be united within, or everything will fall apart from within.
I have told you bluntly, I have sounded the alarm for you..."
(End of Chapter)