MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 859

When Ludwig saw that there was one less person in his team, he had a calm look on his face, something he had long been used to.

"Go back, Gresham said, there is a strange wizard making trouble there, and he has a strange wand in his hand."

…

On the coast, on the horizon, the sun rises little by little.

The golden color scattered on the sea surface breaks through the dawn and falls in the eyes.

Heinrich stood there and murmured to himself: "It's so beautiful."

Jin came closer, and the sun shone on his golden hair.

"Where shall we go next?"

I don’t know, but it’s okay.

Isn’t that what travel is all about?

Just be with the person you want to be with.

…

"Extra story, this time two stars appear together.

The dark vampires are cursed by the sun, and the light will burn their bodies and destroy their souls.

But the sun wanted to hug him and let him understand that the sun was also warm.

Kim Ledisley, the Sun of Ilvermorny.

Heinrich Edgar, The Darkness of Durmstrang.

From the moment they met, it was like a collision of two colors.

Dark Edgar has a pair of beautiful golden eyes.

The sun-like Ledisray also hated the light in the dark night.

A fire took away everything about Jin.

Once he had it again, he was unwilling to let go.

Edgar follows that beam of light, then let Ledisley follow Edgar.

They are indispensable to each other.

Just as light cannot lose darkness, night cannot abandon day.

Special stars, intertwined destinies.

I am an unruly white horse, willing to give you the reins.

Kim Ledisley could not extinguish the flame named Heinrich Edgar.

Then hug. .

They are the stars, both light and darkness.

They are Ledisley and Edgar, the Fire Curse and the Fire-Quinting Curse.

It's Dark Arts and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

They are also two wishful followers. "

Chapter 864 Professor Longbottom of Hogwarts

The school is an ivory tower. The beauty in the ivory tower is something that people will remember for a lifetime.

The curiosity and longing of newly admitted students as they board the Hogwarts Express.

When taking a small boat to cross the Black Lake, the big guy hiding under the Black Lake shook the boat and made people exclaim.

When they arrived at the oak door of Hogwarts, they met the professor who would accompany them for the next seven years.

"Professor Longbottom."

Hagrid smiled innocently and greeted the man in the white wizard robe.

The man slowly turned around, his round face slimming down, making him less immature and more mature.

The wide sleeves covered his well-developed muscles.

Neville, who is already the Head of Gryffindor, is in charge of this freshman sorting ceremony.

Neville, who once walked through this door, has now become a guide.

"Professor Hagrid."

Standing in front of the taller Hagrid, the tall Neville looked much thinner.

Hagrid wiped his tears emotionally, "In the blink of an eye, you have become a qualified dean."

In this school, Hagrid is undoubtedly very affectionate.

Years ago, just like now, he came here with young Neville.

Nowadays, Neville has long lost his immaturity.

Many years of teaching career have given him an erudite temperament.

This is the first time Neville has presided over a branch.

Hagrid will inevitably cry because of being moved.

He took out the big handkerchief and blew his nose with a popping sound.

Neville coughed twice, "Professor Hagrid, it's time for you to go in."

"Oh, you should listen carefully to Professor Longbottom." Hagrid then realized that as a Hogwarts professor, he also needed to attend.

Before he turned around and entered the auditorium, he talked to the students worriedly.

Finally he went in, and Neville sighed, "Well, you also saw Professor Hagrid's extra enthusiasm."

Some of the students were holding back their laughter. They were too fond of the emotional Professor Hagrid.

"keep the order."

Neville led the team in.

In the auditorium, candles were floating in the sky.

Candles were brightly lit, and on four rows of long tables, students from the four colleges were eagerly looking forward to this year's new students.

Minerva McGonagall sat in the middle of the staff table. Next to her was Professor Severus Snape, who still had not become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.

Hagrid sat on the edge, in stark contrast to the short Ravenclaw Headmaster Flitwick.

The Gryffindor little lions were discussing that Professor Hagrid could eat Professor Flitwick with just one fork.

Professor Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff who had taken a back seat, was all smiles. She clapped her hands to welcome the new students.

A stool is placed on the middle platform between the staff table and the student table.

After bringing the new students in, Neville stood next to the stool and dug out the student list in his pocket.

He is careless, like sometimes forgetting to remind students to wear earmuffs when pulling out mandrakes.

The principal, Professor McGonagall, couldn't stand it and called in a low voice, "Professor Longbottom."

Neville looked at him in confusion, and Professor McGonagall pointed anxiously at the wizard hat on his head, "Hat."

"Oops, I forgot!"

Being reminded, Neville hurried out.

When he entered the auditorium again, he had an extra hat in his hand.

There is a thin layer of dust on the hat, and the wrinkles on it resemble the mouth and eyes.

He was still mumbling, "You careless guy, please use less strength and don't lose my cum."

The hat that was muttering along the way was placed on the stool.

"Oh, yes, it's time for me to sing."

The Sorting Hat appeared, and when it saw those little wizards with immature faces, it remembered its serious work.

The sound came from the hat.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome everyone."

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin."

"I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat."

"It's time to play my part."

"You can call me shabby."

"If this is the superficial appearance you see."

"But please listen to me, and I will announce which college you should be assigned to."

"The brave Godric Gryffindor loves the strong, and his students are full of courage and justice."

"Rowenna Ravenclaw would teach only the brightest students."

"Good Helga Hufflepuff accepts anyone."

"Salazar Slytherin and his students should be rational and ambitious about magic."

"…"

Listening to the Sorting Hat's broken gong voice singing, one feels as if he has entered an opera house by mistake.

Among the new students, a red-haired child asked doubtfully: "My uncle said that Slytherin is obsessed with blood. When he was in school, Slytherin snakes were released in the school to bite all non-pure blood people. "

Apparently the Sorting Hat's song didn't match the version he heard from his uncle.

The girl with platinum blond hair in braids said, "That's your uncle talking nonsense!"

The strong girl made the red-haired boy blush. He felt that his uncle would not deceive him, but the girl's beautiful face made him dare not look into those beautiful eyes.

"Humph!" The girl who grew up surrounded by honey snorted.

She looked at the boy's ashamed look, but couldn't bear it, and said awkwardly: "If you admit your mistake, I will forgive you."

The boy pursed his lips, but still whispered: "Okay, I was wrong."

The girl nodded with satisfaction, stretched out her hand and said generously: "You will know that Slytherin is the best. My name is Alice, what is your name?"

"Me?" The boy blinked and was about to speak when he heard the sound of the Sorting Hat and stopped.

Neville began to read out names one by one.

He shut his mouth, making Alice stamp her feet in anger.

"Stella Weasley."

When I read this name, there were whispers around me.

"Weasley?"

"The second ancient clan."

"It seems that the head of the Magic Headquarters also has this last name."

These sounds made the boy who was always shy feel very embarrassed.

He stepped forward.

"Another Weasley."

The moment the hat was put on, the Sorting Hat had become accustomed to this iron Gryffindor.

The Sorting Hat muttered: "Let me think about it, where should you go?"

"Yes, yes, of course you are."

"Your eyes are very special, like a great person."

"Then you will..."