I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

A group of boats rowed across the mirrored lake and sailed forward.

When approaching the cliff where the castle is located, the castle seems to rise above their heads, solemn and majestic.

“Head down!” As the first boats approached the cliff, Hagrid shouted.

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads.

The boat carried them through the ivy tent covering the front of the cliff to the hidden wide entrance.

They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to come underground to what resembled an underground pier.

Then climb the ground with gravel and small pebbles.

“Hey, look! Is this your toad? ”

Students disembarked one after another, Hagrid said as he checked the empty boats.

“Thank God!” The one shouted ecstatically with outstretched arms.

“I said, it’s going to happen.” Eugene came to Hermione and muttered.

However, the little girl still ignored him and twisted her head to the side.

Eugene also understood that she didn’t seem to be angry about the toad.

Later, they climbed a tunnel in the rocks under the light of Hagrid lanterns.

Finally, we reached a flat, damp meadow in the shadow of the castle.

Everyone climbed a stone flight of stairs and gathered in front of a huge flashing oak door.

“Are you all there? Look, your toad is still there, right? ”

It’s still more attentive.

Neville was sobbing from behind the train until he found the toad.

And Hagrid can quite understand what is going on with small animals and feelings.

Hagrid raised a huge fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.

The door immediately opened.

A tall, dark-haired witch in an emerald green robe stood in front of the gate.

Her expression was serious.

But Eugene saw that trace of tenderness in her eyes.

Her appearance couldn’t help but remind Eugene of Mrs. Eleanor Keith.

In terms of age, the two are somewhat similar.

Eugene also guessed who the witch in front of him was.

It’s the name on the admission notice——

Minerva McGonagall.

“First year, Professor McGonagall.” Hagrid said.

“Thank you, Hagrid. I’ll pick it up here. ”

She pulled the door wide open.

The foyer is large and looks like it can fit a house.

Like Gringotts, the stone walls are surrounded by flaming torches.

High ceilings.

So high that you can barely see the top.

The façade is a sumptuous marble staircase that leads up to the upper floor.

Follow Professor McGonagall along the stone floor.

There was a noise in the right door.

In comparison, at this time, students from other grades have already arrived.

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen to a small, empty room.

Everyone rushed in, rubbing shoulders and huddled together.

Most of the freshmen, very nervous.

Look at everything around you.

“Welcome to Hogwarts.”

Professor McGonagall said.

“The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the auditorium, first ask all of you to determine which house you each enter into . Sorting is an important ritual because the House is like your home at Hogwarts while you are at school. You will attend classes with other students in the college, live together in the dormitories of the college, and spend your spare time together in the common room of the college.

“The four house names are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each academy has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding wizards. During your time at Hogwarts, your outstanding performance will earn your house extra points, and any violation will result in a deduction of points for your house. At the end of the year, the house with the highest score receives the House Cup, which is a high honor. I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you will be able to win glory for the college.

“In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of the whole school. I suggest that you tidy yourself up and be energetic while you wait. ”

As she spoke, her gaze swept over Neville’s cloak and Ron’s nose.

Ron subconsciously rubbed his nose.

Neville still didn’t understand it, and looked down at his clothes, only to find that something was not quite right.

“I’ll come and pick you up when it’s ready over there.”

Professor McGonagall said.

“Please be quiet while you wait.”

With that, she left the room.

The tense atmosphere in the room before was suddenly relaxed.

“How can they sort us into exactly which academy?”

Harry on the side still couldn’t help but ask in a low voice.

“I guess you have to pass a test. Fred said it hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking. ”

Ron replied.

Eugene thought it was a joke.

After hearing the discussion between the two, Eugene noticed that Hermione had been muttering something.

He listened carefully and felt a little familiar.

Isn’t she reading the mantras that she used to whisper in his ear during the summer vacation?

It was not difficult to see that Hermione was a little nervous.

“I won’t test your spell.” Eugene said.