Civilization and Harmony Hogwarts

Professor Dumbledore did not interrupt the whispering of the little wizards, he just continued his lecture.

"Each house has its own glorious history, and has produced many outstanding wizards and wizards. During your time at Hogwarts, all the outstanding performance will earn you points for your house, and any violations will Points will be deducted from your house." Speaking of this, Professor Dumbledore paused, "At the end of each school year, the house with the highest score will receive the House Cup, which is a very high honor."

Then, he seemed to bless and encourage: "I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to in the future, you can win glory for your college."

After that, he smiled and blinked his eyes: "In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. I suggest that you tidy up a little while you wait, so that you can look more energetic."

Professor Dumbledore's eyes slid from the jam-stained robes of some young wizard, to some unbuttoned buttons, and finally fell on the tops of some messy heads.

"Please allow me to leave for a while. When the other side is ready, I will pick you up immediately." Professor Dumbledore reminded, "While waiting, please keep as quiet as possible."

After speaking, he put an index finger in front of his nose, made a "shh" gesture towards the little wizards, and then left.

After Professor Dumbledore left, the little wizards immediately began to whisper openly.

"Tom, help me see if my hair is messy." Abu asked Tom for help.

Tom looked at Abu carefully for a while, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

"What's wrong?" Abu's voice trembled anxiously, "Is there something wrong with me? Is it the hair? Or the face?"

As he spoke, Abu stretched out his hand and touched his face.

Malfoy attaches great importance to image. If there is any problem in the sorting ceremony on the first day of school, or if there is any black history, Abu feels that he can go back to the same way and go home first.

If something happens at this time, it will be remembered for seven years!

"Abu."

"You tell me." Abu "regard death as home".

Seeing that Abu was starting to panic, Tom thought about it, called Abu's name in a cautious tone, and then asked slowly, "Did you use a little too much hairspray today?"

"Ah?" Abu's gray-blue eyes were full of confusion.

"It wasn't obvious in the dark just now, but now in the light, your head..." Tom didn't seem to know how to describe it accurately and vividly.

Seeing that Tom didn't continue speaking out of politeness, Radolphs "stepped forward".

"It looks like a big pot of butter, oily and shiny." Radolphs gave Abu a thumbs up, "It's no exaggeration to say that your hair today is better than what you took out on the train Honey Roast Chicken is like Honey Roast Chicken!"

"Puchi—" Ainuo didn't hold back at all, and laughed out loud without any politeness.

Acria beside her also had a rare smile on her pale face.

The fingers of Adeline's right hand were curled up into a ball, and they were pressed against her lips to hide her smile.

And Elton...

Under the soft and dim light, the reserved and delicate smile of the young girl who had just begun to look charming made him stunned.

"Where is it so exaggerated..." Abu retorted stiffly, but subconsciously stretched out his hand to the top of his head and touched it carefully.

Abu:! ! !

Abu: ...

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"Maybe a little bit more." Feeling the thick ointment on his fingers, Abu recognized the reality.

"Abu, didn't Professor Afu tell you?" Enos reminded, "If you use too much hairspray, it's easy to bald~"

"Isn't Uncle Malfoy's hairline enough to wake you up?"

"I..." Abu said stubbornly, "I just use it once in a while!"

A Bu argues: "I don't usually use it, but today is a special day."

"Yeah~ Radolphus's voice sounded faintly from behind Abu, "Use it once a month, and use up a month's worth at a time. "

"You—" Abu was speechless, "You guys are enough!"

"Oh ~ oh ~ what a lively little wizard!" A voice full of emotion and joy suddenly sounded above the heads of the little wizards, and the warm voice was full of emotions.

The voices of adults who are completely different from the little wizards attract the attention of the little wizards.

Seeing the little wizards looking for him, a somewhat chubby translucent pearly white phantom waved at the little wizards: "Children, maybe you are looking for me."

The little wizards followed the voice and looked over——

"It's a ghost!!!" An exclamation exploded first, revealing the identities of the phantoms.

"Ah—look! That phantom's head!"

"God!" Some young Muggle wizards were frightened out of their wits by the presence of ghosts,

"Woo—Mom...there are ghosts QAQ Hogwarts is so scary!"

"I want to go home..."

"Hey, kids." The fat monk was a little embarrassed for scaring the little wizard, so he immediately comforted him, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."

"You can call me fat monk, that's what little wizards and professors call me."

Maybe it was Hufflepuff's aura of affinity max, or maybe the fat monk was not as vicious as the ghosts they imagined, and the emotions of several emotional little wizards were completely calmed down.

"Perhaps a professor introduced the four colleges to you just now." The fat friar changed the subject, but he did not forget to recommend his own college, "I used to be a student at Hogwarts, oh—I'm from Hufflepuff, It was a big warm family."

"If you are sorted...I mean if you choose Hufflepuff, then you will have a wonderful seven years." The fat monk originally wanted to say that the little wizards were sorted, but he thought of a certain castle To emphasize the words, he changed his words and claimed that it was the little wizard who chose the academy.

"Our Hufflepuff is the closest to the kitchen. When you taste the food at Hogwarts, you will understand how wonderful the location of the Hufflepuff common room is." The fat friar continued to persuade, "Our Hufflepuff Qi’s dormitory environment is the most comfortable—it’s warm in winter and cool in summer, neither at the bottom of a cold and humid black lake, nor on a towering tower.”

"Of course, if you like lake bottoms or towers..."

Before the fat monk could finish his sentence, the ghost next to him, whose head and body were disconnected, hurriedly interrupted his words, and began to promote himself: "Our Gryffindor is your best choice!"