A line of apprehensive young wizards followed Professor McGonagall's footsteps into the hall in turn.

It was truly a magical and magnificent place. The rest of the house was seated around four long tables, illuminated by candles floating in mid-air in neat rows above the tables, and Luke was worried about getting burned by the dripping wax as he looked up slightly to keep an eye on the action overhead, but apparently he was overly concerned, and there wasn't a single drop of wax dripping down.

The other years of the Academy were already seated around four ridiculously long wooden tables with gleaming gold plates and goblets, and there was another long table on the dais at the top of the dining room, the seats for the teachers.

It was the roof that was most surprising and magical, the velvet blackness of the ceiling was so starry that it looked exactly like the still night sky, and the ghosts were interspersed with the students in a hazy, silvery glow, and Harry heard the little girl with the shaggy hair and the big incisors, not far from him, say in a somewhat overbearing manner to her companion, "This place has had a spell cast on it, it looks just like the outside. spells, it looks just like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, A History of the School."

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first year, followed by a pointed wizard's hat on the stool. The hat was patched, worn and dirty.

Suddenly the hat opened its mouth and sang a ballad, and all the freshmen were amazed.

The room applauded as the magic hat finished its song, and the hat bowed and curtsied to each of the four dining tables, then went still.

Then Professor Gangmage took a roll of parchment and called a name, and a corresponding child made it to the four-cornered stool, and the Hat shouted out, either quickly or slowly, the college to which they had been assigned, and applause broke out from time to time at the long table in the auditorium, and the uniform and robes which would otherwise have been on the young wizard who had been successfully divided into houses took on, for an instant, some of the collegiate colours and decorations of the college to which he had belonged.

And Luke had deliberately wandered off before the sorting began to avoid hearing the name of the rosy-cheeked girl with two blonde braids of hair who had been first in line at the sorting and had been assigned to Hufflepuff.

It didn't surprise Luke that Fleg Brown had also been sorted into Gryffindor; Fleg might not have been bright enough, but there was never a lack of courage or justice in him.

"Luke Harris." Not long after Hermione Granger had been sorted into Gryffindor, Luke walked stoically towards the quarterstool, hoping that he could fool the hat that claimed to have a mind.

As the dirty hat snapped over Luke's soft, light blonde hair, Luke held the hat in a bit of discomfort, trying to keep the dirty hat from touching the skin on his face.

"Well, very talented, I feel the spurt of magic, which is very rare in young wizards your age. You are calm and not fidgety, neither anxious to know the academy you will be assigned to nor to voice your opinion, which academy should I assign you to? etc! You're the one who learnt to have a brain before entering the school...Huh, that's not right! You are passionate about the accumulation of knowledge, the pursuit of wisdom, and eager to explore the unknown world and wander in the sea of knowledge. Then you should be sorted into-"

"Ravenclaw!"

Some polite applause rang out in the auditorium, but the few schoolmates on Ravenclaw applauded with sincerity, at least there was one more handsome boy in their yin and yang academy.

Barely managed to only let the Branch Hat see what he wanted to reveal Luke looked a little pale and a little weak as he walked towards the long table belonging to his own academy, as a relief, he managed to fool the Branch Hat and didn't let the Branch Hat detect the secret of his rebirth, but he was worried that the Branch Hat's suspicions that he would have Brain Closure would cause Dumbledore to pay attention to him, that this old bee, although his intentions were all good, would not take advantage of others without regard for their feelings.

Until - Harry Potter's name rang out in the auditorium!

There were whispers and heads everywhere, all wanting to see the boy in great distress who was rumoured to have defeated the Mystic.

Harry looked nervous at this point, sitting on his stool with his eyes closed, his hands clasped tightly on the edge of the stool, and his mouth chattering, he remained on the stool for a long time before his hat shouted out - Gryffindor.

"We got Potter! We got Potter!"

The cheers from the long table of Gryffindors echoed throughout the auditorium as they all scrambled to shake Harry's hand and be proud of it.

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When Ron was in the process of becoming the penultimate person, he was also sorted into Gryffindor, and his brothers applauded wildly with particular glee, easing his greening face.

Luke looked over to the next long table, Harry and Fleiger were looking at him with regret, Luke thought it was for the best, although he had followed his father's wishes to contact Harry early, as long as he didn't touch him too much at school just normal communication like this, as long as he didn't make Dumbledore think that he was going to have any too great an influence on that prophecy, thought the greatest white wizard in the world wouldn't be able to have too much to do with his own future The greatest white wizard in the world wouldn't interfere too much or privately make any choices for himself.

After all, when he arrived at Hogwarts, in the wizarding world, Luke was planning to live his own life rather than being influenced by the so-called protagonist, he had no intention of hiding his clumsiness in the classroom, performing well to gain more advantages than others, teachers always like to give the green light to the best students, don't they?

"You know Harry Potter over there?" A lazy voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Yes." Without explaining too much, Luke withdrew his gaze from Harry and the others and turned to look over.

The owner of the voice was a brown-haired, fair-skinned teenager with a few mischievous freckles on either side of his cheeks, and he had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Did you not sleep well last night?" It was indeed strange for such heavy dark circles to appear on an energetic teenager. Luke unconsciously let out a question.

"Yes, I never get enough sleep." The teenager's brown eyes were full of tiredness and equally full of sincerity.

"My name is Luke Harris, nice to meet you." Luke held out his hand.

"I'm Edward, Edward Fox." Edward looked very much in need of a bed and his voice drifted.

At that moment, Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a big smile and stretched his arms out to them, as if nothing made him happier than seeing them all in one place. "Welcome!" He said, "Welcome to the start of a new school year at Hogwarts! Before the feast begins, I would like to say a few words. And that is: dorks! Snivelling! Cripples! Screw! Thank you all!" He resumed his seat. Everyone clapped and cheered. Unlike the other houses whispering, some Ravenclaw student who presumably knew a bit of Latin was explaining the meaning of it to the bystanders, "May Merlin bless you."

But Head Boy, Penelope Crivat, clearly disagreed: "Fools: we Ravenclaw wizards, male and female, are usually the smartest, and we, as Rowena's students, therefore think that anyone who doesn't make it into Ravenclaw is a fool; snivelling: snivelling is also a word commonly used to mean 'fat', and is used by unfriendly children to mean 'fat'. Unfriendly children use this word to insult and scorn their fatter, less physically fit peers, and most of those Gryffindors consider themselves to be brave, believing that students from other houses are not as brave as they are; Scraps: This term also refers to the scraps of cloth that are too small to be used to make useful items. Slytherin students are champions of pureblood and value integrity and uniformity. Students from other houses are not pure wizards in the eyes of the Slytherins, they are useless trimmings. Screwed: the Hufflepuff students are not related to any of the previous three, not smart or brave also there are a large number of half-blood muggle-born minor wizards, but there is always a way to screw everyone together."

Luke couldn't help but look at the rather pretty looking schoolmate a few more times after hearing Penelope's explanation, and in his mind he thought to himself based on her analysis, "Dumbledore's intention was to remind the students of the different houses to avoid stereotypes and unite as a single unit... the old bee himself didn't even do that though, so it's a good thing that I didn't get sorted into Slytherin. "

At that moment, Luke noticed Edward's eyes suddenly widen as it turned out that the long table in front of them was filled with food. Roast beef, roast rooster, pork chops, lamb chops, salami, steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire pudding, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, ketchup and, for some odd reason, mint hard candies.

The abundance of good food instantly enlivened the atmosphere, and there was much mingling and merriment. Perhaps relaxation after a stressful time enhances the appetite, and the students all seemed to be eating well, although Luke did lament in his mind, "Even German food doesn't seem to be easy to come by now."

Finally, when the pudding for dessert had also disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again. Silence returned to the dining room as well. "Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I would like to say a few more words to you all. I would like to offer a few notes to you all at the start of term ......"

"Attention new first years, the woods on campus are off limits to all students. Some of our older classes should keep this in mind as well." Dumbledore's sparkling gaze swept towards the Weasley twins.

"Then again, Mr Filch, the Keeper, also asked me to remind everyone not to do magic in the corridors between classes."

"The vetting of Quidditch players will take place during the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing on the House team should contact Mrs Hodge.

"Finally, I must tell you that anyone who does not wish to meet with an unexpected, painful and tragic death, please do not enter the third floor corridor to the right."

Laughter came from the hall as silence fell, among them Harry's guffaw - the young wizards thought their Headmaster was joking with them, then realised that most of the people around them weren't laughing...

"Now, before we all go to bed, let us all sing the school song!" Dumbledore finished loudly, and the expressions of all the teachers and most of the older students seemed to stiffen even more.

With a flick of his wand, Dumbledore sent a long golden ribbon flying out of it, twisting and coiling like a snake to create a line of text over the high table.

"Each person chooses their favourite tune." Dumbledore said, "Ready, sing!"

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Finally, after the twins, who had just been watched by Dumbledore, managed to bring the already chaotic tune even further off course with the funeral march tune, everyone finally finished singing the school song in bits and pieces and lined up to leave the auditorium in turn.

Hoping that the Ravenclaw dormitories would be very comfortable, Luke, who was a little disgruntled with both the food and the school song, pinned his hopes on the accommodation.