Reborn Harry Potter

The carriage passed through gates with sculptures of winged boars on either side and drove down the wide driveway, shaking violently from the strong wind.

Leaning against the car window, pulling back the curtains, Harry saw Hogwarts getting closer, the many lit windows flickering dimly behind the thick rain curtains.

Their carriage stopped under the stone steps in front of the two oak gates of Hogwarts. At this moment, a bolt of lightning cut through the sky, illuminating all the carriages and this magical castle exuding a mysterious and strange atmosphere.

Arriving at the castle, Harry and the others got out of the carriage, stepped up the stone steps, and walked through a cave-like deep hall.The sky above the head suddenly lit up, torches were lit in the hall, and the marble staircase was magnificent.

A senior Hufflepuff girl was mopping her wet hair, looking up at the high steps, and said, "If that Peeves was still around, he would have put the water balloon on us on purpose at this time, he did it It's happened many times."

Judging by her unhappy expression, she must have been teased many times.

Her friend said: "That nasty troublemaker, long gone, is perfect."

On the landing, Minerva McGonagall, now Headmaster of Hogwarts, greeted the students with a serious face and a pair of square glasses.

The last freshman arrived.

Professor McGonagall adjusted the pointed top hat on his head and looked down through the square-rimmed glasses.The freshmen fell silent for a moment. They felt that the witch had a sense of majesty, as if she was still glaring at them.

"Let's go to the auditorium." Principal McGonagall said.

Other students bypassed both sides of the stairs one after another, leaving more than 100 new students standing below to listen to Professor McGonagall's lectures.

This is an old tradition.

Behind Harry, Headmaster McGonagall's voice came: "I am Minerva McGonagall, acting headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. First of all..."

Harry, Zhang Qiu, Astoria, and Hermione passed through the two doors on the right from the water-stained hallway. Astoria almost fell because of the wet and slippery floor. He hugged Harry's arm tightly.

Harry tapped his foot on the ground, and a gust of wind blew through it, drying the ground.

The auditorium was as splendor as ever, and it was decorated for the new term banquet.

Thousands of candles floated above the table, illuminating the golden saucers and goblets.

The students who hadn't seen each other for a while were chatting with their classmates about the fun of the summer vacation, and there were already many people sitting around the four long college tables.

At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table across, which is the classroom seat, and the Hogwarts professors sit one by one on one side of the table, facing their students.

The temperature inside the auditorium was significantly warmer than outside.Harry, Zhang Qiu, Astoria, and Hermione walked past the students from the three houses of Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Everywhere they went, there were a lot of eyes secretly looking at Harry.

When they walked to Ravenclaw College, Zhang Qiu stayed and sat among the girls in her class.

Harry, Hermione, and Astoria sat down at the long Gryffindor table, and next to them sat the ghost of Gryffindor House, Nearly Headless Nick.

Nick was translucent and pearly white all over, and tonight he was wearing his long-length bodice with a particularly large ruff.

He wore the ruff for two purposes, to look comical, and to keep his head hanging from his neck from shaking too much.

Nick pulled off his head with only a little skin still hanging around his neck in a funny way, and greeted Astoria with a smile.

The broken marks on the neck were like new ones, still bleeding.

Astoria had never seen such a frightening scene, her eyes were tightly closed, and half of her body tried to move closer to Harry.

Harry glared at Nick, and decided that if he saw Nick decapitate Astoria again, he would send him to be with Peeves.

And at the end of their long table, by a stone pillar, Helena was standing there, watching Harry quietly.Seeing Harry looking at her, she looked away immediately.

Hermione glanced at the staff desk, and said doubtfully: "Why does it seem that there is one seat missing? There are two vacant seats now, one is for Hagrid, who is still packing up the ferry he just used, and the other is for Professor McGonagall. She is talking to the freshmen, but there are no more professors with new faces, isn't the school recruiting Defense Against the Dark Arts professors yet?"

On the staff table, the little Professor Flitwick who taught them Charms sat on a pile of cushions, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to show his head on the table.

Beside her is Professor Sprout, herbology teacher, her hat slanted over her long, flowing gray hair.She was talking to Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy Department.

On the other side of Professor Sinistra, sat the sallow-faced, hook-nosed, greasy-haired Potions teacher and Hogwarts Vice-Headmaster Professor Snape.

It seems that even though he became the vice principal, his ideological consciousness has not kept up, and he still looks so sloppy.

In addition, looking at the college students below, he thought of something, and seemed very satisfied.

The ceiling is enchanted, and you can directly see the sky outside. Today's weather is very bad, with strong winds and heavy rain, and thick black clouds roll over it. With a burst of thunder, a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, almost to fall on top of the students.

Then the doors of the auditorium opened, and everyone fell silent immediately.Professor McGonagall led a large group of first-year students to the top of the auditorium.

They stood in several rows along the staff desks, stopped in their tracks, and faced the whole school.They were all shivering from the cold and nervousness.

Just after being shocked by Professor McGonagall, it was his turn to be stared at by seven hundred pairs of staring eyes. The nervous eyes of these 11-year-old children did not know where to go.

Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new students, and on top of the stool a tattered, dirty, and patched wizard's hat.

The first-year students stared blankly at it.Others looked at it too.For a while, the auditorium was silent.Then a slit near the brim opened like a mouth, and a song began.

"That was more than 1000 years ago."

"I've just been woven into shape,"

……

……

"Put me on your head now,"

"It will determine where you belong."

Harry moved the knife and fork, his mouth was full, and when the plates in front of everyone else were empty, food appeared on Harry's plate.

He paid no attention to what was going on.

Hermione asked curiously: "I suddenly have a question. The Sorting Hat sings different songs every year, so it stays in the principal's office for a whole year, is it just completing the song creation?"

"Very likely, working one day a year is quite easy," said Harry.

……

Then came the sorting process for freshmen.

When the last girl was sorted into Hufflepuff, Professor McGonagall made the Sorting Hat and the stool disappear.

Professor McGonagall returned to her seat, looked around at all the students below, and showed a rare smile, but it was fleeting.

She flicked her wand.

All the plates were piled high with food.

While everyone was eating, Professor McGonagall began to speak: "Attention everyone, I have a few announcements to make - don't stop your forks."

She continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue is inaccessible except for students who have committed mistakes and are punished, and Hogsmeade village, students under the third grade are not allowed to visit , freshmen especially pay attention."

"I also regret to tell you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch tournament this year..." Professor McGonagall paused as she said this, knowing how she would react.

Sure enough, there was a clicking sound, and the forks, spoons, and knives in the hands of the students fell to the plate, and they looked up at Professor McGonagall in astonishment.

hum...

There was a discussion in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall smiled and said: "This is because a large-scale event will start in October and will last for the entire school year. It will take up a lot of time and energy of professors and students, but I believe that you are all willing to do so. I am very happy I would like to announce to you that this year at Hogwarts, we will be hosting a very exciting event - the Triwizard Tournament, which will be held by the most powerful of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang A friendly competition jointly organized by the Academy of Magic."

Most of the students in the auditorium whispered excitedly, looking at Professor McGonagall expectantly, hoping to hear the details of the Triwizard Tournament.

Although there are some students who know about it, they are telling others that this game has caused the death toll.

But none of the wizards seemed to care.

Professor McGonagall said: "For the smooth development of this competition, the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that the participating warriors will not encounter life-threatening danger."

"In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will bring their handpicked contenders, and the selection of the warriors will take place on Halloween. A 'most impartial referee' will decide which students are most eligible Participate in the competition for the Tri-Strong Cup, the winner will win honor for his school, and the individual will receive a bonus of [-] Galleons."

"My God! Ten thousand Galleons!"

"I have only saved more than 100 Galleons since I was a child!"

"I must sign up!"

"If I am the champion, I will be the idol of all the girls at Hogwarts!"

"You? Forget it, your appearance is too low."

Professor McGonagall immediately poured cold water on him: "After discussion, the three magic schools and the Ministry of Magic unanimously decided to set an age limit for this year's applicants - only students who have reached the age of 17 are allowed to register. This is One of the ways to protect the lives of the participants."

Some students protested angrily at what Professor McGonagall had said, most notably the Weasley twins, who barely stood on the table.

"This is grade discrimination! Shaking and cold! Can our lower grades get better!" George shouted angrily.

Professor McGonagall said calmly: "This measure is very necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, and young wizards have no way to face these difficulties."

But what she said couldn't dispel the disappointment, sadness, and anger in the students' hearts.

Professor McGonagall changed his voice and said, "But it's not an exception..."

The students under the age of 17 in the auditorium looked at Professor McGonagall pitifully.

"There are some wizards who are not in the same grade, but they are absolutely qualified to participate in the competition. Therefore, there is still a threshold. As long as they can pass this threshold, they can still sign up." Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry faintly.

The cheers of a group of wizards who thought they could fully meet the standard resounded in the auditorium.

Harry was holding a plate with drool-worthy raisin pudding and chocolate cake on it. Seeing Professor McGonagall's gaze, he muttered, "Look what I'm doing, I'm not going to participate."

"Ahem... Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's delegation will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us."

Professor McGonagall said pointedly: "I know that you will be warm and friendly during our foreign distinguished guests' stay here. I just hope that you will not be too enthusiastic..."

The students looked at each other suspiciously: "How do you feel that Professor McGonagall has something to say?"

"Okay, go to bed! Go into class with a clear head tomorrow morning to welcome your new term, hurry up!"

In the auditorium, there was a clatter and ping-pong-pong sound, and the students stood up one after another, rushed to the two opposite doors, and began to return to the dormitory building.

……