Is There Really No Danger? I Don't Believe It!

The doors of the Hogwarts Great Hall quietly opened.

Professor Minerva McGonagall led the young wizards inside. As each young wizard walked into the Great Hall, they could barely help but clench their palms.

Because the Great Hall was filled with a dense crowd.

Students from other years at Hogwarts were gathered here.

This group of older students wore wizard robes and pointed wizard hats, sitting in their assigned seats according to their houses.

The students quietly observed the newcomers entering the Great Hall, as if they could see their own past, naive and nervous selves in these new students.

Every new Hogwarts student had come this way.

The new students didn't dare to look back at the older students, only glancing around the Great Hall. Soon, they were drawn to the hall's decorations.

The hall's ceiling...

was a beautiful night sky.

And beneath the night sky, rows of lit candles floated in mid-air. Countless candles, reflecting the braziers, illuminated the ancient and elegant hall together.

All the sights were a masterpiece of magic.

Just as the group of young wizards was watching, somewhat mesmerized, Professor Minerva McGonagall stopped and stood beside a high stool at the front.

On the high stool...

sat an old wizard hat.

This was where the sorting ceremony for the new students would take place.

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood still, glancing at a list in her hand before putting it back down. She spoke softly, "Before our sorting ceremony begins... Professor Dumbledore has a few words to say to everyone."

"..."

The young wizards looked behind the high stool where the worn wizard hat was placed. That was the most prominent position in the entire Hogwarts Great Hall.

That area was a special row of seats. The Hogwarts faculty sat in their places, observing these new students who were about to undergo the sorting ceremony.

And in the middle of them...

sat an old man with a white beard.

The Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

There was no need for anyone to introduce him. Any new student present who had even the slightest contact with the wizarding world would have encountered information about Albus Dumbledore.

As Professor Minerva McGonagall spoke, Dumbledore, sitting in the center, slowly stood up. He spoke calmly and gently, "I have a few simple opening remarks to announce here. First-year new students, please pay attention..."

"..."

The first-year new students immediately listened attentively.

Seeing the expressions of the first-year new students, Dumbledore began to state the precautions: "This school strictly prohibits any student from entering the dark forest. That is the school's Forbidden Forest..."

"..."

The first-year new students immediately took this to heart.

Vinson Wright probably already knew what Dumbledore was going to say next. It was all a bunch of pointless nonsense, meant only to warn the new students.

In fact...

this nonsense wasn't very meaningful.

Instead, it might pique the curiosity of some individuals.

For example, the twin brothers Fred Weasley and George Weasley's eyes flickered, and it was unclear what they were plotting.

"...And our caretaker, Mr. Filch..."

As Dumbledore said this, he pointed to an elderly man standing by a small door: "Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the corridor on the third floor, right side, is also forbidden territory. If you don't want to suffer a terrible fate, do not go there. Thank you..."

"..."

Vinson felt like yawning.

The twin brothers' eyes were still flickering.

Through Dumbledore's words, all the new students present received the information they wanted. The timid ones had already noted the places the school prohibited them from going, while the bold ones had already planned their castle adventures starting tomorrow...

"Now, let's begin the sorting."

Professor Minerva McGonagall's voice snapped the young wizards back to attention. She held a list in her hand and spoke softly, "Students whose names are called, please come forward. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head, and then determine which house you will go to..."

"..."

The young wizards immediately became nervous again.

"Cedric Diggory!"

Professor Minerva McGonagall called out the first name.

"..."

Cedric nervously clenched his palms.

Vinson Wright patted his shoulder kindly and advised, "Don't worry, Cedric. I'll come find you soon..."

"Mm!"

Cedric nodded seriously. He slowly opened his clenched palm, took a step, and walked towards the Sorting Hat, sitting steadily on the high stool under everyone's gaze.

As Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on Cedric's head, a strange voice shouted from the hat!

"Hufflepuff!"

"..."

A smile instantly appeared on Cedric's face.

This was because he and Vinson Wright had both said they would be in Hufflepuff, and now he had indeed been sorted into the house he wanted to go to!

As Cedric, the first to complete the Sorting Ceremony, sat down at the Hufflepuff table, applause surged through the Great Hall like a tide!

"Marcus Flint!"

Professor McGonagall's voice echoed again!

A young man who looked somewhat familiar to Vinson walked up. The young man sat on the high stool with a nervous expression, as if enduring some kind of torture...

"Slytherin!"

It wasn't until the Sorting Hat was placed on his head and loudly proclaimed Slytherin that this young man named Marcus Flint was finally relieved.

"..."

A group of Slytherin students applauded with cold expressions.

Vinson Wright finally realized why this young man named Marcus Flint looked familiar: he had dealt with this kid on the train that morning...

No wonder his psychological pressure was so high...

If he hadn't been sorted into Slytherin, he probably would have been beaten at home?

Just as Vinson Wright was noting Marcus Flint's name in his mind, Professor McGonagall suddenly called out his name without warning!

"Vinson Wright!"

"...Here!"

Vinson Wright responded calmly.

This was one of Vinson's habits from his past life, a habit developed by every educated child in his world.

Vinson adjusted his robes slightly.

At this moment, Vinson looked more serious than any other first-year.

However.

To others, this scene appeared to be a sign of extreme fear.

Clearly.

It could also be extreme caution.

Under the gaze of everyone present, the gray-haired young man with a cold expression walked step by step to the Sorting Hat and asked in a deep voice, "Professor McGonagall, is the Sorting Ceremony really not dangerous?"

"Mr. Wright?"

Professor McGonagall held the Sorting Hat, looking somewhat puzzled. She seemed to recall something and suddenly smiled, "Don't worry, there's no danger. You just need to put the Sorting Hat on your head..."

All along...

Some people liked to use the Sorting Ceremony to scare young wizards.

In fact, the Sorting Ceremony was very simple; all you had to do was wear the Sorting Hat.

"Really? I don't quite believe it..."

Vinson Wright frowned, continuing to ask in a deep voice, "Professor McGonagall, can I inspect it? Because Mr. Crouch told me that the Sorting Ceremony at Hogwarts is very dangerous..."