Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The sky was gloomy, and most of England was shrouded in this heavy rain. It was so blurry that the castle in the distance could not be seen clearly. Harry, who got off the train, found that Hermione was holding an umbrella.

"Great!"

He hurriedly got under the umbrella while casting a quick-drying spell on the clothes:

"Muggle stuff is good too."

"Freshmen go this way! This way! Come on, come on."

The half-giant's tall body held a lamp and waved at the locomotive, but his movements were stiff and his expression was also stiff.

"Hi, it's Hagrid." Ron wiped the rain off his face, and went to greet him.

Hagrid looked down at the Gryffindor trio stiffly:

"Hello, ah, it's you, yes, yes,"

He spoke incoherently, and then, as if there was an eight-eyed spider waiting for him, he hurriedly walked towards the group of first-year freshmen who were standing in the rain at a loss.

"Hagrid is weird." Ron twisted his face.

"Well." Harry was a little absent-minded.

"Listen, Harry, forget about those roaring letters, the Ministry of Magic is just talking nonsense! The Daily Prophet is under their control!" Hermione put away her umbrella and got into a carriage first, Ron pulled Ha Leigh followed.They didn't know at all that there were freshmen waiting for the boat, and they were tremblingly facing the half-giant with eyes full of excitement and a stiff face who seemed to be searching for something among them.

Merlin, no, Mom, the professors at Hogwarts are so weird, they're going home...

Through the doors lined with statues, by the windows Harry could see the castle coming closer, its many lit windows flickering.When the car finally stopped in front of the old and huge oak door, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.The three of Harry and Neville, who was in the car with them, had just jumped out of the car and hurried up the steps when a huge red balloon filled with water fell from the roof onto Ron's head and burst.

"what--"

Ron staggered to Harry's side just as the second water bomb landed - narrowly missing Hermione, and everyone around them screamed and jostled each other.

"Peeves!!" Professor McGonagall was wearing a dark green light velvet robe, her hair was tightly tied around her head with a pearl hairnet. It was her most formal dress, and she also rushed over His expression was stiff, and even anger didn't habitually appear on his face.

"It's terrible, it's terrible in the castle!" Peeves yelled, waving the third water bomb in his hand, and said evilly, "I told them not to go in for their own good~~ The castle is so scary ~~~ giggle"

Peeves laughed and screamed:

"They don't know, ah—"

Covered in silver blood and dragging a long iron chain, Baron the bloody Slytherin ghost came out through the wall, dragged Peeves up and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Okay, go into the lobby and sit down at the long table of your college. Don't make a fuss. I'll pick up the freshmen."

Professor McGonagall gave the four of Harry a warning look, and then left with a stiff expression.

"...Professor McGonagall is also weird." Ron wiped the water from his face.

"Compared with this, I am more concerned about who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is!" Hermione tidied up her messy robes a little irritably, "You must know that I have been studying for three years, and only last year can be considered as learning something."

"It's a pity that Professor Lupine is gone."

"Don't be stupid, he's a werewolf, no matter how you say it, he's dangerous."

"I just hope it's not Quirrell's smelly one."

"Lockhart's idiot will not work either!"

Then, before they entered the hall, they met Filch with a stiff face like a puppet. He looked at them fiercely. Although his eyes were the same as before, his expression was very mismatched.

"There is a problem." Ron whispered.

"You're right." Hermione rarely agreed, "I suspect that this is the side effect of the strong tranquilizer written in the book within 48 hours after taking it, and the muscles in the face are stiff. Damn, what am I thinking, why the professor Even the administrators all drank strong tranquilizers?"

The small animals who had been tossing in the rain for an hour all filed in and sat down in their seats, waiting for the sorting ceremony to be held after the new students entered.

"The year before last was a stutter possessed by the Dark Lord, the year before last was a half-squib who could only brag, last year it was a werewolf, this year I wouldn't be surprised even if I saw a troll, obviously Professor Dumbledore's standards are getting higher and higher. More inhuman." Ron complained loudly as he wringed the water out of his clothes, apparently drawing the approval of all the Gryffindors.

"Merlin, why do all the professors look like that big greasy bat this year..."

Sitting at the long table, everyone was neatly dressed and meticulous, fully demonstrating what it means to be expressionless and stiff.

"Only the principal is normal."

Dumbledore, in purple moon and star robes and a pearl bow in his beard, was smiling at Harry.

"Speaking of Snape... hey, why did Snape sit there?"

Harry looked at the Potions Professor in a corner in surprise, and on both sides of the headmaster had always been the fixed positions of the two deans of the Lion House and the Snake House. stranger.

Long black hair, neatly wrapped with dark green ribbons and falling on the shoulders, lake green eyes as deep as the black lake, beautiful and frighteningly inaccessible, simple and gorgeous robes, slender fingers half-hung on the armrests Looking at the gold box tied with a gold chain, before Harry could see it clearly, the scar on his forehead felt a tingling pain. The pain came and went quickly, and Harry only heard the Weasley twins standing up suddenly not far away. , and even the sound of overturning the chair.

"This is impossible"

"It's our new professor."

The two wailed together with a dying voice, and fell on the table at the same time to make the closing words: "Merlin is here!"

The students in the whole hall all laughed, it was just another spoof of the twins, the children who didn't know the truth agreed very much, the person sitting next to the principal looked no older than 15 years old, it was younger than most of them , while those girls kept aiming with blushing cheeks.

"He looks familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere... ah!"

Ron followed in his brothers' footsteps with a mournful cry.

Harry tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, and finally grabbed the back of the chair with trembling lips, took off his glasses and wiped them desperately.

There is always a subtle difference between the portrait and the real person, so until now, Neville Longbottom, who had touched the portrait head-on, rolled his eyes, slid under the table and lay down without saying a word.

Hermione was extremely puzzled. She looked at this and then that, and really didn't understand her friend's reaction.

The little animals in other colleges who didn't know the truth laughed in good faith and sneered at their exaggerated performances.

The gate opened just at this moment, and the freshmen who seemed to be swimming across the lake instead of crossing over by boat were all trembling with cold and nervousness, diverting everyone's attention, Professor McGonagall still put on a stiff face. On the four-legged stool, put the Sorting Hat, which is too broken, on it.

The hat was twisted left and right, as if looking at someone, and it seemed that the shyness made all the professors and students present have a desire to vomit.

"A thousand years ago when I was just weaving,

There are four most famous wizards,

The fame and strength of their respective preferences will be passed on to future generations.

We always fail to see the bravery behind Gryffindor's recklessness,

Don't understand the fragility behind Ravenclaw's wisdom,

Not knowing the sorrow behind Hufflepuff's gentleness,

Not understanding the trust behind Slytherin's caution,

So the missed history turns into dust,

All is witnessed by this castle,

But doors and windows won't open their mouths to tell us the truth,

Only we are still here.

Continuing the dreams and hopes of our ancestors,

Virtue and heart will tell me,

Where is the best place for you to go?

Don't be disappointed with your choice,

Because this is Hogwarts,

A place you will never forget! "

The Sorting Hat began to bow triumphantly after finishing the last high note, and Dumbledore took the lead in applauding, but the people around him seemed to be thinking about something in a daze.

"Start sorting now!" Professor McGonagall picked up a piece of parchment and began to read one by one.

One after another, 11-year-old children from Muggle or wizarding families came up, and they all had expressions of relief and bewilderment - no matter what your origin, you never know Hogwarts branch before entering school How it works is the biggest strange phenomenon in the British wizarding world.All are kept a secret from the children.

"Your Excellency, where will Miss Aerys go?"

Dumbledore asked with a smile that only the professor's table could hear.

All the professors froze with their expressions, except for Hagrid who just sat down, his eyes were full of excitement.

"Not Slytherin."

Ling Cha glanced at the little basilisk girl standing in the crowd, looking pitifully at her.

The understatement of the answer shocked everyone except the principal.

A snake, no, a basilisk, or the basilisk raised by the founder of Slytherin, can't even enter Slytherin - no one doubts whether Ling Cha's words are correct or not.

"I think so too." Dumbledore smiled happily.

From the point of view of magical creatures, they are loyal, simple, simple and unscheming, and their hobbies are their master's potions and delicious food. They are more likely to enter Hufflepuff than Slytherin. Because the little girl of the basilisk, except for the rigid and elegant frame, has nothing that is close to the nature of Slytherin. If it can be counted when cruelty is still hunting, then most of the Gryffindors with terrible eating can enter Slytherin, let alone pure blood after all, except for the contract with Slytherin that makes it noble, the toad How can the hatched male eggs have a pure blood that can break through?

"Nyx, Elis."

Aerys walked up very unsteadily, with hands and feet.

The students all let out good-natured jeers, and only the professors were silent—it was quite remarkable that the basilisk could walk like this.

The hat twisted, as if struggling, but Professor McGonagall stiffly covered the little girl's head.

Silence, silence, endless silence.

Aerys had almost torn the hem of her dress.

Finally, the hat finally opened its mouth and let out a loud and strange voice with a strange cry: "Gryffindor!"

Professor McGonagall almost bumped into the table, and the professors sitting on the long table hit their foreheads neatly. Even the smiling headmaster opened his mouth wide, and then applauded very warmly, which was almost as enthusiastic as Harry being beaten. It was the time when I was assigned to the Lion House.

Tor was going to meet the "live" Duke of Slytherin last night, so everyone except the headmaster drank the effect of the powerful sedative potion. Although the professors wanted to find their chin and eyeballs on the ground in horror, they still remained stiff and expressionless. Even Professor Flitwick, who is most likely to faint, sat comfortably on the chair.

"Harry..." Ron whispered dying.

"Aerys, that's the name of the basilisk." Harry's glasses fell to the floor.

Hermione's eyes widened in horror upon hearing this, and she finally guessed who the person sitting next to the principal was.

"Impossible, didn't you say last time that he looked 30 years old?"

So the Savior and his friend lay down under the table with poor Neville.

Gryffindor, who didn't know the truth, applauded warmly to welcome the new students, while looking suspiciously at the four saviors who had the same desire to perform as the twins today, while the smart little animals in the other courtyard had keenly noticed the abnormality of the professors and were whispering.

Aerys twisted her face, not daring to look up, and lay her head on the table.

The little girl didn't have any sense of school differences, she just felt ashamed to see her master because she wasn't sorted into Slytherin.

"Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year."

Dumbledore stood up and looked at all the twisted and confused people with a smile: "I won't say much about the previous bans, I just remind the freshmen that they are not allowed to leave the common room after eleven o'clock, and don't enter the Forbidden Forest. Mr. Filch's list of prohibited items is posted outside the hall, and it is a pity that there will be no Quidditch competitions this year!"

The students immediately became agitated and shouted in protest, and even the Gryffindor twins and the savior were instantly resurrected and got up.

"Quiet!" said Dumbledore, pleased with the bombshell he had thrown. "Please be quiet, Quidditch is canceled because of an event that started in October and will continue for the entire school year. It takes teachers A lot of time and energy - but I guarantee you will enjoy the event and I am delighted to announce that Hogwarts, next month, is hosting an extremely exciting event that has not been held in over a century Alright, the Triwizard Tournament!"

"You're kidding!" the twins sang the aria together.

All the students laughed along.

"I'm not kidding." Dumbledore blinked. "Speaking of jokes, I saw a good one this summer. Three black wizards, one white wizard, in...I mean seeing each other in the theater, and then they Everyone is guessing whether the remaining dark wizard, their junior will appear, but..."

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.

"Oh——now is not the time to tell jokes." Dumbledore continued: "Before explaining the Triwizard Tournament, let me introduce your new professor, Donisus Ni, who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Nyx, due to some unknown magical reasons, the age of Professor Nyx is much different from the reality. Although this position is not very good, I believe that Professor Nyx will have good luck."

All truth professor students are twitching.

Ling Cha sat there without moving. In fact, he was completely shocked by Dumbledore's shameless behavior of diverting others' curiosity. Almost all the students were concerned about the Triwizard Tournament, and no one was interested in his origin.

Press his forehead, and tell Salazar the news that Aerys has entered Gryffindor when he returns to the dormitory. His expression must be very interesting.Tomorrow morning, the fourth grade class will ask Salazar to go to class. He is not used to getting up early, especially after so many years of waking up at night.