At eight o'clock in the evening, all the students were seated in the Hogwarts auditorium one after another. Students of different ages sat unevenly on four long tables.
Qin Weijie and Elena were sitting on the long table in Ravenclaw. They were not talking at this time, but looked back from time to time.
Sitting behind them was a pale-faced Tom.
At this time, Tom's eyes were dull and dull, and his fair face looked even paler.
Ever since he found out that the nameplate he picked up was actually the 'key' that the Eye of Danatus was searching for, and that the 'key' had become one with him, Tom had always had this expression.
In fact, if you think about it, some strange guy will catch you and kill you out of nowhere. No one will be too calm about this matter.
At this time, Qin Weijie inexplicably wanted to interview Tom about his feelings. After all, Qin Weijie had lived under this threat all the time last semester. It seems that the two of them had a tacit understanding of the same fate.
But then I thought, it might be unethical to add insult to injury at this time. Qin Weijie chuckled and was still eager to pat Tom on the shoulder. After all, has our young master Qin ever been moral to Tom?
However, before Qin Weijie's hand touched Tom's shoulder, Principal Dippet stood up on the rostrum in the auditorium and signaled all students to be quiet.
For a moment, Qin Weijie's outstretched hand hung awkwardly in the air. Many people looked at Qin Weijie, and several teachers on the presidium in front of the auditorium also looked at him. Upon seeing this, Qin Weijie could only scratch his head and withdraw his hand obediently.
Principal Dippet did not make any more speech, but announced the start of the sorting ceremony. Then Professor McGonagall walked into the auditorium from the foyer with thirty or forty first-year students. The entire auditorium watched the sorting ceremony quietly. proceeding.
At this time, on the left side of the auditorium, the short and fat Slughorn poked Dumbledore next to him and whispered: "Albus, are you sure that this kid, Vijay, is not your Gryffindor?" A student? With his ability to cause trouble, few people would believe him if he was not a Gryffindor student.
How about you talk to the Sorting Hat after the sorting is over and see if he was drunk last year and sorted this kid into the wrong house? "
"Oh, that's a good suggestion, Horace...but I think it's better not to come to Gryffindor for this child." Dumbledore replied humorously.
"Why?"
"Last year he was quite restrained in Ravenclaw, and he almost blew up the entrance hall and the corridor on the second floor. If he comes to Gryffindor, I think Gryffindor's tower and my office will be destroyed. It was rebuilt.”
Dumbledore said jokingly, but Professor Slughorn seemed to take it seriously at this time, thinking about Dumbledore's words with a solemn expression, and nodding seriously from time to time.
"By the way, Albus, what happened on the train today must also be related to the Vijay kid, right?" Slughorn asked in a low voice.
Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then said: "You can put it that way, but the real danger is your protégé."
"what's the situation?"
Dumbledore briefly explained the situation, and then told Slughorn not to spread the word. Slughorn, who was also a smart man, chuckled and nodded, saying no more.
But just a moment later, before the sorting ceremony was over, Slughorn couldn't help but ask: "That child... Vijay, what is Vijay's grandfather's attitude towards this matter? He really doesn't care about that anymore." Have a child?”
"I don't know. Anyway, the principal said some time ago that he doesn't need to take more care of Vijay in the future. This is what Marquis Welfare meant."
"But this child is still in danger right now. Is Marquis Welfare really so cruel?"
Slughorn said, his brows unconsciously showing resentment. Although Professor Slughorn usually seemed a bit philistine, he was actually a very nice person, at least he really cared about his students.
Slughorn and Dumbledore stopped talking after that, mainly because Principal Dippet gave them a slightly dissatisfied look, and the two fell silent.
Not long after, the sorting ceremony ended. There were a total of thirty-nine students enrolled this year. In the end, 8 students entered Gryffindor, 9 students entered Slytherin, 15 students entered Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw only admitted 7 students this year.
Since the seats at each college's long table are arranged in order of grade, the first graders sit closest to the podium, making it easier for them to return to their seats quickly after the sorting ceremony.
Then and so on, the first-year students sit next to the prefects and second-year students, followed by the third-year students. The last person at the long table is usually the seventh-year seniors who are about to graduate.
Of course, the seating arrangements are not static. Rules are dead but people are alive. Some senior students who want to see the sorting ceremony up close will usually change seats with lower-grade students.
For example, last year, Senior Sparrat was worried about Elena's condition, so she took the initiative to sit at the front of the long table so that she could comfort Elena immediately.
Most of the students still sat down in order according to the school's regulations. Just like Elena and Qin Weijie at this time, they were all sitting at the front of the long table, with a seat in front of almost a freshman.
At this time, seven students had taken the seats for freshmen, and the three vacant seats were filled by Qin Weijie and other second-year students at the invitation of the prefect.
At this time, Qin Weijie happened to be next to a first-year girl who had just entered school. The girl had an ordinary appearance and wore very unconventional glasses. She was sitting on the bench very reservedly, with a faint tear stain on her cheek.
The girl is very sensitive, like a frightened kitten. The slightest sound will cause her to be cautious and frightened.
Elena sat opposite her. Seeing the girl being so reserved, she smiled and stretched out her hand, introducing herself: "I'm Elena Rufaen, second grade. Nice to meet you. What's your name?"
The girl raised her head slightly and stammered timidly: "Peach... Myrtle Eli... Sabah Warren..."
"puff"
Hearing the girl's name, Qin Weijie staggered and instantly choked on his own saliva.
Myrtle! ? Moaning Myrtle?
This guy is one of the many characters in the Harry Potter series... a ghost.
But the child is not dead yet, but later...
Just as he was thinking about Qin Weijie, he unconsciously turned around and looked at Tom behind him. At this time, Tom still had a bitter look on his face. He was completely unaware of Qin Weijie's gaze, let alone the strange girl sitting back to back with him.
Qin Weijie looked at Tom for a long time, and it took a long time for Tom to turn his head and look over with some feeling. The moment he met Qin Weijie's eyes, Tom showed a touch of grievance and sadness, looking at Qin Weijie pitifully.
Qin Weijie sighed and turned around, cursing in his mind: "Fuck! This idiot will make people afraid of him in the future!" Luo Lin, I'm afraid you have some misunderstandings about him... Or maybe you are afraid of being frightened. The words are somewhat misunderstood, how can such a coward still scare people!?"
