Confused and Shrunk

At night, a girl wearing Little Raccoon pajamas controlled the mouse with one hand and rested the other on the keyboard. She then lifted her left hand, reached for a bag of chips, and popped them into her mouth.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch."

This girl's name was Little... No, it was Muya, a soon-to-be university student who had just finished her college entrance exams.

At this very moment, she was checking out (playing with) the computer she had only remembered to buy yesterday. The screen displayed the game Minecraft.

Muya was working on a cave because she wanted to live in it directly, but unfortunately, the cave wasn't very flat and was a bit too short.

Suddenly, a green block appeared beside her. "What! A Creeper, I'm doomed, I don't have a shield."

"Bang!" A white light flashed across the computer screen. I should be wearing sunglasses, Muya thought as she vanished from her spot the moment the light flared.

Then she heard, "Hannah Abbott."

"Hufflepuff."

This was followed by sounds of applause, but Muya was just left with a big question mark.

What is this? It sounds like English, I should listen more carefully.

Muya thought, Speaking of which, I should be able to open my eyes now.

Muya opened her eyes. Where am I? Very distinct European-style architecture. Uh, what are those things on the ceiling? Wow, there was a large crowd of people around her.

Her gaze shifted forward. On a stage stood a lady wearing a green coat and a pointed green hat. A tattered-looking hat sat on a stool. To her surprise, the hat actually had a mouth.

Behind her, an old man with white hair and a white beard. Wow, I really don't know how he grew his beard so long. Hmm... He suddenly turned his gaze to Muya and then winked with a smile. An old rascal, that was her first impression of him.

"Harry Potter," the lady in green called out.

The venue fell silent for a second. Yes, just one second, and then a rustling of discussion erupted.

Oh, Muya's English isn't very good; she can only understand some of it.

Something about "the boy who lived," "so that's him," "look at his forehead."

A boy wearing glasses and a black robe walked forward. He sat on the stool and then put on the hat. After a while, the hat spoke.

"Gryffindor."

A table erupted in enthusiastic applause, and the little boy ran over to it, smiling.

"We've got Potter!" "We've got Potter!" two identical-looking boys shouted loudly.

"Mya Mu."

Hmm... that sounds familiar. I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before.

"Mya Mu," the lady on stage called out again.

Holy crap, isn't that my name?! This isn't a holographic projection; it's real! So I've transmigrated!

Muya walked forward with a forced smile. She suddenly realized her legs had become short. No way, transmigration comes with shrinking?

She was still holding a slightly uneven, white wooden stick in her right hand.

After standing on the stage, Muya sat down like the person before her. However, looking at the crowds of foreigners staring at her below, she couldn't help but feel awkward. Her toes curled up involuntarily.

Suddenly, she felt something land on her head. Oh my god, could it be that dirty, tattered hat? Luckily, she hadn't washed her hair in two days. Sigh, scared myself.

"Oh, I can hear what you're thinking, little wizard." It can speak Chinese.

"Oh, yes, that's right. I am, in fact, a knowledgeable hat." Wow, good for you.

"Ahem, alright, let's get down to business. Let me see... you have a little bit of bravery, so Gryffindor doesn't seem suitable. You have a bit of ambition, but you don't know how to protect yourself, so Slytherin doesn't suit you. Hmm... you don't like studying, you like lying around, but you are loyal, friendly, and you love food."

"Hufflepuff."

The Hufflepuff table erupted in applause. Muya went along with it. The chatterbox hat continued to peer into other people's minds.

Muya chose a seat with no one on either side. She took out her wand and started fiddling with it. It wasn't round and didn't feel comfortable in her hand.

Muya was confused. Why are all the little foreigners around me looking at me curiously? But thankfully, no one came over to talk to her.

Just as she thought it, a tall boy sat next to her. His voice was so gentle it could make someone pregnant. "Hello, are you from the East?"

Muya's hand, which was fiddling with the wooden stick, stopped. Politely, she smiled at the boy and said, "Hello."

The old rascal, no, the white-haired, white-bearded old man who had winked at Muya earlier stood up and spread his arms. "Welcome!"

"Welcome to Hogwarts! Welcome to the new academic year. Before the feast begins, I'd like to say a few words. I want to say: You're a fool! You cry! You're scum! You twist!"

What is he even saying? Muya wore a look of disdain, but the boy next to her watched with great interest.

She noticed that after the old rascal sat down, a table full of food appeared. "Wow!"

Muya immediately put down the wooden stick and turned to the boy next to her. "Can we eat all of this?"

"Of course, but take good care of your wand. By the way, my name is Cedric Diggory." Hmm, a sunny and cheerful young man.

"Okay, my name is Mu... ya Mu." Muya almost used the Chinese way of expressing her name out of habit.

Mya Mu picked up a piece of pudding. "Um, Cedric Diggory, who is the principal here?" She felt that both the old rascal and the lady in green looked like principals.

Cedric paused for a moment but still answered Muya. "The one sitting in the middle is our Headmaster." Oh, so it's the old rascal.

"He is the greatest wizard of this century, Albus Dumbledore."

"Oh, thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore," Muya raised her pudding and toasted in Dumbledore's direction.

Cedric watched from the side, finding it amusing, and introduced her to other professors, "That's Professor McGonagall, she teaches us Transfiguration, and Professor Snape, the youngest Potions Master..."

Muya stuffed a small cake into Cedric's hand. "Why don't you eat something first?" She felt too embarrassed to have someone act as an encyclopedia for her while she was eating.

"Oh, okay, thanks." Cedric took the cake and started eating as well.

Muya also felt at ease enjoying the food. She noticed that there seemed to be a few ghosts floating around the four long tables. How pitiful, they can't eat any food.

While sighing, she picked up another piece of apple pie and took a bite. It was a bit hard; it would be even tastier if it were a little softer.

-- Author's Note

My English isn't good, and I don't understand grammar well, so I'm using Chinese grammar entirely.