Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 21 Sorting Ceremony
The temperature on the lake was several degrees lower than other places, and coupled with the cold wind, the thin Hermione had to huddle against Harry.

Harry consciously helped Miss Otter block the cold wind. After all, with his physique, the cold wind could not harm him at all.

Suddenly, there was a noticeable splash on the water. Harry looked in that direction and saw a giant squid flash by.

He also felt subtle magical fluctuations in the giant squid, which were very similar to the magical fluctuations in the gray mouse Banban.

However, this giant squid is obviously more powerful than the giant squid, probably with the strength of dozens of giant squids.

Even though the giant squid was very powerful, Harry did not panic, but looked at it curiously.

This giant squid has obviously lived in the Black Lake for a long time. It is a magical creature domesticated at Hogwarts and will definitely not attack the young wizard.

It will even rescue the little wizard if he falls into the water, and it will also approach the little wizard at ordinary times and let them tickle its tentacles.

Harry had read all of this in Hogwarts: An Incomplete and Unreliable History.

As the boat in front approached a cliff, Hagrid's voice came again: "Keep your head down!"

Everyone lowered their heads and waited until the boat passed through the ivy curtain covering the cliff before standing up.

Then everyone followed a dark track to the bottom of the castle and arrived at an underground dock. At this time, Harry saw a familiar black figure.

Several black lines appeared above his head. He waved his wand and let the black toad fly over. He handed it to Neville and said with a smile:
"Neville, don't lose Leif again, he'll be sad!"

Neville was overjoyed: "Merlin's beard, you helped me find Leif again, Harry. You have helped me three times. I will definitely repay you!"

Then, with the help of the light Harry provided, they went up the tunnel and came to a flat, wet meadow. They continued forward, climbed a flight of stone steps, and finally stopped in front of a huge oak door.

They had just stopped, and as if they had noticed the arrival of the crowd, a tall black-haired witch in a dark green robe walked out.

She had a serious look on her face, as if she was difficult to get along with, but Harry knew that was a typical teacher's temperament.

From Hagrid's words, Harry learned her name:

"Professor McGonagall, the new students have arrived."

Professor McGonagall looked at everyone with sharp eyes. After everyone quieted down, she nodded with satisfaction:

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave the rest to me. Little wizards, follow me."

She led everyone into the depths of the castle. The castle was more luxurious than Harry had imagined. It looked more like a palace than a school.

Professor McGonagall led them left and right, up the stairs, and finally stopped in front of a big door.

Harry heard noises behind the door. It was the voices of the other young wizards. They must have taken their seats.

So what is the Sorting Ceremony?
Harry was a little curious, and to his surprise, he searched through various books but could not find any detailed information about the Sorting Ceremony. He only heard that it seemed to be related to the hat.

Professor McGonagall instructed the young wizards and told them the history of Hogwarts, the origins of the four houses, and how to win the house cup, emphasizing that the house cup is the highest honor.

The other little wizards were very excited, even Hermione was no exception. They couldn't wait to earn points and help the college they were about to join win the college cup.

But Harry didn't care about that. In his opinion, the College Cup was no different from the little red flowers. He was no longer at the age where he would get excited about these meaningless rewards.

"In a few minutes, the Sorting Ceremony will be held in front of the entire school. I suggest you tidy yourself up before that and be in good spirits."

Professor McGonagall fixed her eyes on several young wizards who were dressed in messy clothes. She waited until they tidied up their clothes before leaving.

After Professor McGonagall, the strict teacher, had left for a few minutes, the young wizards finally dared to speak quietly. "How can they sort us into the right house?" Hermione asked Ron, who knew the wizarding world best of the three.

Ron was also a little uncertain: "I think there must be some kind of test. Fred said it would hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking."

At this time, the discussion of other young wizards came:
"My brother told me we need to fight the trolls!"

"Wow, but my mom told me that we need to challenge the fire dragon..."

"Neither, neither, we want to challenge the Hippogriff!"

……

Many young wizards brought bad news one after another. Hermione nervously chanted spells, wanting to sharpen her skills before the battle.

Ron was trembling, and even Harry was affected to a certain extent.

However, unlike these young wizards, Harry was thinking about whether he should go all out if he wanted to fight those magical beasts?
Although he didn't know what the sorting ceremony would involve, he knew it was absolutely safe.

But even so, he didn't want to face the trolls and other magical creatures being beaten and fleeing everywhere.

Maybe I can kill them with one sword. No matter whether it is a giant monster, a fire dragon or a hippogriff, as long as it has an owl head, it will die!

But wouldn't this be too bloody?

Soon, Professor McGonagall came back again and everyone suddenly became quiet.

Professor McGonagall said, "The sorting ceremony has begun. Get ready and follow me."

Following Professor McGonagall's instructions, everyone split into a single file, walked through the entrance hall, and then entered the luxurious auditorium through a pair of double doors.

Students from other grades in the auditorium were already sitting around four long tables, which were decorated with numerous glittering gold plates and tall silver cups.

Even Harry was secretly amazed when he saw this scene. Hogwarts was really rich.

Thousands of candles fluttered back and forth above the auditorium, illuminating it brightly.

The brightest spot is on the platform at the top of the auditorium, where there is a long table where the professors sit.

Harry noticed a familiar figure sitting in the center seat of the long table. He was tall and thin, with waist-length hair and a beard, both of which were carefully groomed and not a bit out of place.

He was none other than Dumbledore, the man whose portrait Harry had seen on the card, the most recognized wizard of our time!
As Harry looked at Dumbledore, he looked back at Harry and nodded.

In addition, there were two figures that also attracted Harry's attention.

One of them was a thin middle-aged man with greasy hair and sallow complexion.

He was usually very indifferent, with no change on his face, but whenever he looked at Harry, his mood could not help but fluctuate violently, with his expression distorted.

Harry was quite familiar with this look, just like the way Aunt Petunia looked at him before.

Love and hate, with complex and contradictory emotions. She seems to hate him, but also cares about him very much.

What's happening here? !

(End of this chapter)