The small boat stopped at the bottom of the steep cliff. A group of young wizards looked excited and discussed their future life in the magic school.
Hagrid led the way with an oil lamp in his hand, and they soon arrived at the gates of Hogwarts.
Lorne and Hermione followed closely behind the crowd.
Lorne immediately saw Malfoy and his two followers hiding in the crowd.
It could be seen that he had given Malfoy quite a bit of deterrence on the ship.
After all, he was seasick, so he could only try to reduce the power of the lightning as much as possible. Otherwise, Malfoy would have become a charred corpse and sunk to the bottom of the sea.
The door opened, and Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a long robe, had been waiting for a long time.
"Welcome to Hogwarts.”
Professor McGonagall explained the next steps.
There would be a sorting ceremony before enrollment. After the sorting ceremony, the students of the same school would be grouped together. The bonus points and deductions for the courses would also be based on the school. There would also be a School Championship at the end of the semester.
"Alright, the sorting ceremony is about to begin. Get ready.”
Professor McGonagall turned around and went into the hall to make the announcement.
"Looks like the rumors are true. Harry Potter really came here.”
Malfoy moved slowly, his legs trembling, to stand in front of Harry, held out a trembling hand, and said,
"I'm Draco Malfoy.”
"Pfft-"
Before Harry could reply, Ron couldn't help but laugh when he saw Malfoy like this.
"What are you laughing at?"
Malfoy turned to Ron and said contemptuously,"Red-haired, you're a Weasley, aren't you?”
"Harry, you know, some wizards are born noble-"
The voice trailed off until Malfoy stopped abruptly.
"Tell me, it's an interesting theory.”
Lorne walked to the front and chuckled.
"Well, Harry, you'll regret this,"
Malfoy glanced at Lorne, said to Harry, and walked into the crowd.
Harry Potter was indeed a living legend in the current magical world. He did not expect Malfoy to come and make friends with Harry Potter after being ravaged like that.
Without waiting for Harry to say anything, Lorne led Hermione into the open door.
Professor McGonagall had returned, and she had the young wizards form two lines and march into the hall in an orderly fashion.
The Hogwarts Great Hall was already packed with people. There were many people sitting in every house, and they were the senior students.
Ahead was the greatest light wizard of our time, Albus Dumbledore.
There was a long table on both sides of him, and the staff members were sitting there.
Lorne saw Professor Snape on the far left.
Snape saw him too and nodded at him.
Professor McGonagall placed a tattered wizard's hat on a small chair, which had been sewn with a line that looked like a mouth, and then, to the amazement of the first-year wizards, began to sing an unknown song.
How unpleasant.
Lorne thought.
Professor McGonagall stood to the side with a parchment full of names. Wizards who were called had to wear hats to conduct the branch school.
"Hannah Abbott!"
It was a familiar name.
Lorne watched as a young wizard sat on a chair and put on a hat. The moment the hat was put on, Lorne shouted,"Hufflepuff!"
The iron-clad Hannah found her own academy, and the young wizards put on their hats with anticipation.
"Draco Malfoy," Professor McGonagall called the next name, and Malfoy sauntered shakily to his chair.
"Slytherin!"
"Ron Weasley,"
"Gryffindor!"
He quickly called out to Hermione.
"Good luck!" Lorne blessed.
Hermione nodded, then went up to the stage, sat down in a chair, and put on her old hat.
"Gryffindor!"
"Phew-"
Hearing this ideal name, Hermione heaved a sigh of relief and walked happily towards Gryffindor's seat. At the same time, she nodded at Lorne.
Lorne also smiled back. He knew that he would not be assigned to Gryffindor. After all, he did not have that kind of reckless factor.
"Harry Potter!"
Professor McGonagall called out the next name, and the whole place cheered.
"The living legend!"
"The Harry Potter who defeated You-Know-Who?”
The heated discussion was endless and the enthusiasm was high.
Harry Potter walked to his chair and put on the shabby Sorting Hat, under the enthusiastic gaze.
This time, the Sorting Ceremony was very old. Everyone could see Harry Potter and the Sorting Hat communicating quietly.
After a long time.
"Gryffindor!" The strange sound of the Sorting Hat lit up the Gryffindor table!
"We have Harry Potter!"
After the sorting ceremony of the other Magi, it was finally Lorne's turn.
"Lorne Geralt!" Professor McGonagall called out a name. Hermione, who was originally communicating with her seniors, instantly turned her attention to Lorne.
Under everyone's gaze, Lorne walked up to the stage step by step, sat on a chair, and put on the Sorting Hat.
"Well, Slytherin's better for you.”
"but it suits Ravenclaw too.”
"Your intelligence is qualified, but you also have ambition and the pursuit of strength. Alright, little fellow, let me help you choose an academy.”
"Slytherin!"
Hermione, who was sitting in Gryffindor, lowered her head in disappointment, while Malfoy, who was sitting in Slytherin, stiffened.
How could I be in the same academy as him!
Why wasn't she in the same academy as him?
Lorne put down his hat and came to the Slytherin table with a smile. He found a seat under everyone's welcome.
In fact, there were many mixed-bloods in Slytherin, the so-called Mudbloods, and they made up the majority.
Therefore, Lorne did not receive any ostracization, except for some aristocrats who were based on bloodline.
In order to better integrate into the group of small snakes, Lorne specially invited Malfoy's follower away and sat beside him.
"My name is Lorne Geralt.”
Malfoy's pupils trembled as he stretched out his trembling hand.
"Draco Malfoy, my friend.”
Lorne's lips curled up slightly.
But it looked like a threatening smile to Malfoy.
After the sorting session, Dumbledore gave a few simple words, and the sumptuous dinner began.
Looking at the food that appeared out of thin air on the dining table, Lorne's eyes lit up. Every item looked delicious, and the fragrance reverberated in the auditorium.
After taking a bite of the roast meat, Lorne turned to look at Malfoy, who could not eat.
" Eat, why not!?"
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