I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

Hermione ignored Eugene, feeling that he was deliberately laughing at herself.

Laughing at her, nervous.

Thus, continue to recite the spell.

Just like in elementary school, she memorized the text before the exam.

Just then, something strange happened.

Frightened, Hermione stopped reciting directly.

Harry next to him was also three feet tall.

There were even a few people screaming.

“That’s—”

The people around were almost out of breath with fright.

Eugene was also taken aback.

Before he was born into this world, he was an atheist.

Ghosts and ghosts and the like only exist in art-processed novels or movies.

Now, when I saw about twenty ghosts suddenly coming out of the wall behind me.

Even though Eugene was mentally prepared, he was still calmed by the magical ghost in front of him.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts glide through the room and turn their ears to ear.

In fact, I didn’t notice the freshman side.

They are more like, come out for a walk, meet a friend, start nagging.

It seems that something is being argued again.

A chubby monk-like ghost said, “Forgive, forget, I say, we should give him another chance—”

“My good monk, aren’t we giving Peeves enough opportunities? But he gave us all ugly nicknames. You know, he can’t even reach a minimum ghost—”

A ghost in a wheel-like wrinkled collar tights said.

Looking at his attire, it should be sixteenth and seventh centuries.

For Eugene’s current era, it is a bit old.

This ghost seems to have discovered a new life.

“I said, what are you doing here?” He swooped down and stared at everyone.

No one answered.

“Freshman!” The fat friar smiled at them and said, “I guess it’s about getting tested?” ”

Some students nodded silently.

For the ghost, I still dare not talk directly.

“I hope you get your share of Hufflepuff!” The monk said, “I used to belong to that academy. ”

“Then I’d rather drop out.” In the crowd, there was a daring reply.

The monk was also not angry, and continued to smile, “The rumors are really scary. You all have misconceptions about Hufflepuff. ”

“It’s like, some of you, have a misunderstanding about Slytherin.”

He explained patiently, trying to correct everyone’s thinking.

“Every academy has its shining point.”

“Now move forward,” said a stern voice, “the sorting ceremony is about to begin.” ”

It was Professor McGonagall who was back.

The ghosts fluttered, and the fish penetrated the opposite wall and disappeared.

“Now, line up.” Professor McGonagall said to everyone, “Come with me.” ”

The freshmen did not communicate much, and they also consciously stood in a row.

Eugene stood silently at the back, behind Hermione and Neville.

Harry Potter was the third before Hermione.

Then they walked out of the room.

Pass through the foyer and enter the lavish auditorium through a double door.

The auditorium was even wider than Eugene had previously imagined.

Magical and magnificent.

Four long tables occupy the main position of the auditorium.

Students in other grades are already sitting in their seats.

On the table were glittering gold plates and goblets, which were currently empty.

At the top of the auditorium, there is also a table arranged horizontally, where the teacher’s seats are located.

At this time, they were all sitting there.

Eugene noticed at first glance the scruffy-looking old man sitting in the center.

Silver hair, silver whiskers, and half-moon glasses.

A pair of azure blue eyes, looking bright.

When I saw him, the first thing I noticed was his somewhat long nose.

Because it is a little crooked, his nose is more noticeable.

Eugene thought, this is Albus Dumbledore!

Another one that caught Eugene’s attention was Professor Quirrell wrapped in a large purple scarf.

His ugly purple scarf that smelled of garlic was too eye-catching.

Above everyone’s table, thousands of candles suspended in mid-air, illuminating the entire auditorium.

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students to the front and stood in a row facing the other students, with the teachers right behind them.

Eugene could feel the teachers’ eyes focused on the new students behind him.

The senior students in front of them also focused their eyes on the first-year freshmen.

At this moment, they are in a row, which can be described as a total of attention.

Eugene gave Hermione a sneak glance with afterlight.

Directly her small hand hiding in her sleeve clenched her fists due to nervousness.

Obviously, being watched like this made Hermione a little unaccustomed to it.

She had to turn her attention elsewhere, looking up slightly and looking at the ceiling.

“It’s magic, and it looks like the sky outside.”

Hermione whispered from the side.

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