A Brand-New Sorting Song

Pansy got out of the car and heard the croaking coming from Wizet's car. She couldn't help but scoff, "What era are we living in? People still keep toads as pets. Draco, don't you think?"

Draco watched Wizet's retreating figure without replying to Pansy's words.

After a while, another carriage stopped, and Goyle and Crabbe crawled out of it, followed by another long groan from the carriage.

Pansy reminded them, "They're here, we should go."

"Okay!" Draco replied, then abruptly asked, "What would you do if I lost something?"

"Where did it fall?" Goyle scratched his head. "Shall I help you look for it?"

Crabbe scoffed, "Goyle, you still don't understand Draco. Why bother looking? Why not just buy another one?"

"Exactly, just buy one." Pansy chuckled twice and said again, "Draco, we should go, the Start-of-Term Feast is about to start."

Draco turned to look at Goyle and nodded. "Okay, let's go!"

As soon as Wizet reached the gate, she saw Neville looking anxious, pacing back and forth as if searching for something.

Not only Neville, Hermione, Harry, and Ron were also at the door, looking around in similar positions.

Occasionally, a student would pass by, and Neville would look up, wipe the sweat from his brow, and ask, "Have you seen my toad? It's dark brown with thirteen bumps on its back..."

He remembered the characteristics of the toad Trevor perfectly.

"Neville, I found this by the roadside and brought it back for you." Wizet stepped forward and handed the toad Trevor, which he was carrying on his arm, to Neville.

"Trevor!" Neville exclaimed with delight, holding it in both hands as if it were a precious treasure. "Thank you so much! You always help me find it."

Harry, Ron, and the others walked over, and Hermione said, "Thank goodness nothing happened! Ron and Harry got here even earlier than us."

Harry and Ron groaned in unison, "Don't even mention it... I regret it so much... We should have just Accio to school..."

"You guys!" Hermione's brows furrowed tightly. "Isn't this fine now? Driving in the air, how dangerous would that be!"

Looking at their expressions, both of them still seemed shaken, Wizet asked with some curiosity, "What happened to you at school?"

"We're in Snape's office..." Ron began.

Harry continued, "From sunset until just now..."

Ron patted his chest. "Luckily, Professor McGonagall remembered us and led us away. Otherwise, we would have just been standing there watching Snape feed the mushrooms earthworms."

Harry rubbed his hair, making it look like a bird's nest. "If Professor McGonagall doesn't come soon, I think Snape might make us... eat the entrails in those jars..."

"Alright, that's enough! The Start-of-Term Feast should be starting soon, let's go in!" Anthony interrupted Harry and Ron, who were about to start complaining.

The group entered the Great Hall, and everything felt so familiar.

Beneath the dome are thousands of candles suspended in mid-air, while above the dome is a brilliant starry sky, which complements the suspended candles.

The professors had all arrived, Snape sat in the corner of the Teachers' Table, his face expressionless as he closed his eyes to rest.

It's clear that spending time with Harry Ron has taken a toll on his energy.

Wizet looked toward where the Dark Magic professor was; Gilderoy Lockhart was sitting there, talking to Flitwick.

Flitwick seemed uninterested, only occasionally nodding or moving his lips, as if he were merely responding to the eloquent Lockhart.

When Wizet arrived at the Ravenclaw Table, Flitwick showed a more expressive face, smiling and waving at Wizet.

Wizet smiled and waved before taking her seat.

Lockhart noticed Flitwick's actions, pointed at Wizet, and then proceeded to make exaggerated gestures Grawp a bunch of things.

Perhaps because Nicolas Flamel was a legendary Alchemy, he was protected by a great deal of magic.

So Wizet hadn't been able to get in touch with Quirrell all summer.

If he wasn't mistaken, Nicolas Flamel's protection was at least due to the Fidelius Charm.

With this magic, as long as the Secret Keeper doesn't actively reveal the address, no one else can enter Nicolas Flamel's house, even if they've already stumbled upon it.

Someone shouted, "They're here! The new students are here!"

With the sound of a door opening, Professor McGonagall was followed by a group of timid freshmen.

Luna was among them, but her attention was on the ceiling. After looking at it for a while, she turned to look around and smiled when she met Wizet's gaze.

Professor McGonagall arranged the chair, placed the Sorting Hat on it, and the Sorting Hat quickly tore open and began to sing a new song.

"Deep within the ancient Hogwarts, every corner is filled with the aura of magic..."

"Here, courage, wisdom, loyalty, and ambition converge to form the most brilliant stars..."

"I am the ancient and wise Sorting Hat, listen to my song, and find your house..."

"The Gryffindor, as fierce as lions, are indomitable and courageous, with boldness and bravery as their motto..."

"The Ravenclaw, as agile as eagles, roam the ocean of knowledge; shrewdness and wisdom are the driving forces behind their exploration..."

"The Hufflepuff, as diligent as badgers, are steadfast and pure of heart, seeking the answer to creating happiness with sincerity..."

"The nimble Slytherin, like snakes, dream of gaining greater power, striving to grow and write their own legends through challenges..."

"Now, a new journey is about to begin. May the glory of Hogwarts illuminate your future..."

"Courage, wisdom, loyalty, and ambition will be your strongest shield. Children, put me on your shoulders and choose your future path..."

This year's Sorting Song. Perhaps because the Sorting Hat knows that the song cannot be changed, it has focused all its energy on creation.

Amidst enthusiastic applause, the Sorting Hat lowered its pointed tip, bowed to the students, and announced the official start of the Sorting Ceremony.

As each student sat on a bench, the Sorting Hat loudly proclaimed their college affiliation.

Colin Creevey's last name begins with the letter C, and this enthusiastic young photographer was sorted into Gryffindor as soon as he put on his hat.

He first ran to the long table where Wizet was, and then, reminded by other students, realized that he should go to Gryffindor, and finally found the right place with a flushed face.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the list and called out Luna's name, "Luna Lovegood!"

Luna walked lightly toward the Sorting Hat, a curious smile on her face, showing not a trace of nervousness.

She greeted the Sorting Hat Sorting Hat before gently placing it on her head.

After a long silence, the Sorting Hat called out cheerfully, "Ravenclaw!"