"Hey! Basil!"
"Long time no see, Granger!"
"You really went to France?"
"I saw you in Hogsmeade a few days ago. Where's that French girl?"
The four long college tables gradually filled with chattering students.
But almost no one noticed the changes to the Great Hall.
Their attention was mostly focused on Basil.
Some students who had a brief conversation with him or met him a few times were even more bold in stepping forward to greet him.
There is no shortage of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff students from the outer house.
But the most outrageous ones were the Slytherin students.
Their table was on the left side of the Great Hall, which meant they had to cross the long tables of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff to reach Basil's table at the far right end of the Great Hall, next to the long table of Gryffindor.
Meanwhile, his classmates who were truly close to Basil sat at their desks in their own colleges with a strange sense of pride. They seemed to regard this as an odd honor, and thus chose not to disturb him.
His closer classmates, even those from the same college or dormitory, simply occupied the spaces around him.
Everything was in perfect order.
There was no need for Basil to plan anything; there was no communication between them.
But they cleverly arranged the seats around Basil according to their relationship to him.
The opponents opposite Basil and Hermione were Seamus and Neville.
His empty left side was reserved for Harry and Ron.
Soon, the two of them arrived.
Ron immediately looked at the empty gold plate, then looked to his left front.
He frowned. "Something's not right, there are so many extra cutlery."
"I didn't expect you to find it first." The one who spoke was the ghost floating beside them—Nick, who was almost headless and was a resident ghost of the Gryffindor Tower at Hogwarts.
"Nick!" Harry gasped.
Part of Nick's skirt seeped into Harry's shoulders, making that area feel as if it were trapped in a cold winter.
Basil looked over and almost mistook Nick for Nick Flume.
The ghost's full name is Nicholas de Minsie-Poppinton.
He was a wizard who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Wizardry and was sorted into Gryffindor House.
Upon reaching adulthood, he was granted a title based on his status as a wizard.
Courtiers in the palace of King Henry VII.
On the evening of October 30, 1492, Sir Nicholas encountered Lady Griffith while strolling in the park.
She was convinced he could help her straighten her crooked teeth, but Nicholas's attempt backfired, causing her to grow fangs.
For this mistake, Sir Nicholas was immediately imprisoned and sentenced to death.
Furthermore, the loss of her wand prevented her from using magic to escape.
At dawn the next day, poor Nick was sent to the execution ground.
To make matters worse, the stone the executioner used to sharpen the axe was lost, leaving the axe very dull.
Therefore, Nicholas was slashed a total of forty-five times, but even so, there was still Dotty skin and tendon connecting his neck.
Out of fear of death.
Nicholas chose to remain as a ghost rather than "go on."
Even though his entire body was translucent and had a pearly white hue, his neck still retained the shape it had when he died.
Therefore, he often wore an extra-large, ruffled collar to prevent his head from shaking too much on his severed neck.
Moreover, this is also very festive.
"Excuse me." Nick's figure floated up slightly.
He then explained to the students who were looking at him with puzzled expressions, "You must find it hard to believe. There are far more freshmen this year than you can imagine."
"I have never seen so many students."
"The waiting room for the branch campuses was so crowded that some students were standing on the lawn in front of the castle gate."
Basil's perspective shifts, and among the 'certain group' of students, Madison and her classmates are also included.
There were also several figures that shouldn't be there.
The shrinking magic circle he left in the Dream Kingdom was used not only by them.
Among the short-armed, short-legged, baby-faced children, there were also little imps who resembled Lessie, Narcissa, Alice, and Rosalie.
These little devils were currently surrounding Ariana and Phoebe, and anyone who didn't know better would think they were flirting with Ariana and Phoebe.
The most outrageous thing is that Draco Malfoy happened to be walking by.
He even yelled at Narcissa, "You brat! Get out of the way!"
If Ron in the Great Hall saw this scene, he would definitely take a picture.
Unfortunately, as a man, he didn't have that opportunity.
He could only gape in surprise, "No way! There are really so many people?"
Nick nodded. "However, many of these freshmen don't seem to speak English. They're all speaking other languages."
"Japan, Italy, France, Thaddeus Ross, Germany, those are the only ones I can recognize."
The crowd erupted in cheers upon hearing Nick's words.
They all started discussing why Hogwarts was so popular this year.
But the answer soon became obvious.
"Nick!"
"I'm talking about another Nick Flume, who created the Philosopher's Stone."
"It's hard to believe I was so close to the Philosopher's Stone last year."
Could it be that...?
"Yes, that's the only possibility!"
"He has been to France."
"With Dumbledore."
"Nick Flume also gifted him a castle."
"Yes, I can assure you it's true. I live in Hogsmeade. I saw it when I was practicing Quidditch; there was another castle in front of Hogwarts Castle, and it disappeared not long ago!"
It felt like an eternity before the discussion finally ended.
But now, everyone in the Great Hall knows about it.
They all glanced at Basil from time to time, and at the same time at the door leading to the hall.
At this moment, it no longer seems to be a conduit for receiving fresh blood from the Future Academy, but rather a wooden bridge that the enemy uses to cross the raging Riptide.
Professor McGonagall was startled by the indignant and hostile gazes.
I almost had to turn back.
Ariana, who was following behind, quickly shrank back into Phoebe's arms.
Instantly, almost all the boys were drawn to the Chu Chu Ariana and the silver-haired woman.
Ron's face flushed bright red.
He stared blankly at her, opening his mouth as if to answer, but only managed to make some strange little sounds, as if his throat was choked.
But his appearance was just an ordinary silhouette among the boys.
Basil, who calmly looked at Professor McGonagall and the freshmen behind her, was met with admiring gazes from all the girls.
Look! This is a good man!
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips.
She was about to say something when she saw Dumbledore stand up.
He said gently, "Following behind Minerva is an exchange student from Beauxbatons, France."
"They will be enrolled in the fifth grade. They will also participate in the Sorting Ceremony with the first-year students."
Then he sat down again.
The audience erupted in cheers.
Only then did they notice that the person sitting in the middle of the High Table was an unfamiliar red-haired youth.
But his crooked nose, Half-moon Spectacles, and tone of voice undoubtedly revealed his identity.
"He is Dumbledore!"
"The Philosopher's Stone is in your hands!"
"Phew! Basil is alright now."
Was Dumbledore this handsome when he was young?
After a long while, the Great Hall returned to calm.
Professor McGonagall continued walking forward, carrying the four-cornered stool and the Sorting Hat.
Ariana followed closely behind, her face flushed.
Phoebe strides gracefully.
The boys in the Great Hall were infatuated, while the girls' envious gazes followed her every step.
For a moment, no one noticed that even though Ariana had reached the end of the Great Hall, a considerable portion of the first-year student line was still outside.
As usual, all the new students faced away from the High Table and sat face-to-face with the senior students.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat unhappily.
"The Sorting Hat will sort you into houses in a little while. All you need to do is wear it."
"When I call someone's name, that person should put on their hat, sit on the stool, and wait to be assigned to a department."
The restaurant was completely silent. Then, the hat twisted. A wide slit appeared in the brim, like a mouth.
The hat started singing:
Don't let my plain appearance fool you.
I am the Magic Hat of Gryffindor,
Four great wizards,
It instilled ideas in me.
Their names have survived to this day.
I will sing it:
Wielding both cane and sword, the king of duels, is the brave Gryffindor.
The crown of wisdom, a voracious reader, is the Ravenclaw of wisdom.
The Golden Cup of Gourmet Delight, the Master of Food Spells, is the benevolent Hufflepuff.
The Lord of a Thousand Serpents, the Source of the Curse, is the powerful Slytherin.
The four parts of the British Isles, rising stars shining brightly.
The wild marshes of England are Godric's hometown.
The banks of the Glen River in Scotland are the birthplace of Rowena.
The valleys of Wales are Helga's homeland.
Ireland's gloomy mire is Salazar's homeland.
Gryffindor emerged from the swamp
Ravenclaw thinking by the river
Hufflepuff cultivated gardens in the valley
Slytherin hid in the mud.
Four different growth environments
Four Archmage with different personalities
A shared vision united them
The same goal led them to cooperate
Hogwarts was thus established
The four colleges were thus established.
Gryffindor welcomes brave fighters.
Ravenclaw selects intelligent people.
Slytherin nurtures ambitious young people
Hufflepuff accepts hardworking children
Come and wear me!
The Magic Hat, imbued with the thoughts of the Four Founders!
Do not be afraid!
Don't panic!
Even if you come from all over the country,
Hogwarts will also accept you!
Let me see your mind
Which college will light up for you!
After the Sorting Hat finished its song, the entire room erupted in applause. It bowed to each of the four tables and then remained motionless.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.
She said, "Wind, peace!"
A little girl with a dark complexion and a bob haircut stumbled out of the line, put on a hat that just covered her eyes.
She sat down.
A moment's pause... "Ravenclaw!"
The hat shouted.
The people at the second table from the left applauded and cheered for An Feng, welcoming her to sit at their table.
Qiu Zhang specially changed seats to sit next to her.
"Dragon Country?" Basil raised his eyebrows.
"Ariana Dumbledore!"
Ariana jogged over and put on her hat.
A sudden buzzing sound, like the crackling of small flames, came from the Great Hall.
"Dumbledore, she is Dumbledore too!"
"She's from France?"
"Wow! She's Dumbledore's granddaughter?"
"Who are Dumbledore's lovers, children, daughters-in-law, or sons-in-law?"
Countless burning, inquiring, and curious gazes enveloped Ariana's body.
A large crowd gathered, all craning their necks to see her clearly.
In the Chat Group, Madison said enviously again, "I wish I were the one sitting up there."
The Sorting Hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"
The students around the Gryffindor table went into a frenzy, banging on the table as if they were possessed.
Fred and George stood up. "We have Dumbledore! We have Dumbledore!"
Percy, as the superintendent, followed Ariana around, guiding her.
When he noticed Ariana's gaze was fixed on Basil, he unceremoniously pulled Ron up, saying, "Get up and make way for the new students."
Ron, indignant, sat down in Harry's seat.
Harry switched places with Dean, who had been sitting next to him, and Dean moved back.
"Phoebe Delacour!"
The Great Hall fell silent again.
With her silver hair and tall, slender figure, she gracefully sat down on the four-cornered stool.
Phoebe picked up the Sorting Hat with a look of disgust.
Ron instantly forgot about being kicked out of his seat by his brother and stood up abruptly. "Wash the Sorting Hat! It's such an embarrassment for Great England!"
The shouts were met with overwhelming response.
At the four college tables, many boys couldn't resist chiming in and started echoing each other.
"Yes!" x99
There were also some rare, rational boys who still followed suit and spoke up.
"Britain and France are neighbors separated only by water; we should make this young lady feel at home!"
"The Sorting Hat, get out of Hogwarts!"
"Dumbledore down!"
"They can't even bear to use a single cleansing spell!"
The girls, on the other hand, all said that Phoebe was being very pretentious.
Hermione slammed her hand on the table with a cold expression. "Who does she think she is?"
He completely forgot about the friendship he had formed with Phoebe on the train.
The Sorting Hat: "Gryffindor!"
Another cheer erupted at the Gryffindor table.
However, this time it sounded more like a wolf's howl.
As soon as Phoebe took off her hat, Percy bent over and jogged over to her side to lead the way.
They were even more welcoming than when they received Ariana.
The professors on the stage had even more varied expressions, but in the end they all closed their eyes in disgust.
Professor McGonagall, who was in charge of the branch school, was so engrossed in his work that his veins were bulging
Percy keenly noticed that Phoebe had her eyes on Ariana's left side.
However, this time, before Percy could even scold him, Ron stood up as if his bench had caught fire.
Ginny, who was waiting for the sorting process, finally couldn't hold back anymore and covered her eyes with a snap.
The branch campus continues.
"Colin Creevey!" "Gryffindor!"
"Harper Levine!" "Slytherin!"
"Luna Lovegood!" "Ravenclaw!"
"Junko Suzuki!" "Gryffindor!"
"Erich von Manstein!" "Gryffindor!"
"Roger Malone!" "Hufflepuff!"
"Marie Scott!" "Gryffindor!"
"Ginny Weasley!"
He heard Professor McGonagall read out his sister's name.
Ron, who had been arguing with Harry about who should sit next to Phoebe, finally snapped out of his daze.
Just when Basil thought Ron had returned to normal.
With the Sorting Hat's cry, "Gryffindor!"
The worry in Ron's eyes disappeared, and he immediately started arguing with Harry again.
Ten minutes later.
Only one freshman is left waiting to be assigned to a college.
Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, "Masashi Li Lin!"
The Sorting Hat's Song annoyed me for a long time, but luckily I had written one before and modified it a bit.