Aphasia at Hogwarts

Passing through the majestic oak gate, Guan Qiong and Hermione entered the spacious and deep hall, the stone wall was lit by burning torches, and the ceiling of the hall was so high that it could hardly be seen.

They turned to the right and entered the magnificent hall of Hogwarts, where four long tables were placed, corresponding to the four colleges. Above the long tables were thousands of glowing candles, floating in mid-air.

Guan Qiong and Hermione were seated. There were shining gold plates and goblets on the table, but there was no food on them. Dinner would not begin until the sorting ceremony was over and Dumbledore had finished speaking.

To be honest, Guan Qiong and Hermione were not that hungry, they had already eaten enough on the train.

Immediately afterwards, Professor McGonagall led the freshmen to enter through the gate and asked them to stand in the middle and line up in several rows.

Some of the freshmen let out a bewildered cry as she placed a battered pointed wizard's hat on a four-legged stool.

"Quiet." Professor McGonagall said loudly, her hair was tied into a tight bun, her expression was serious, and she wore a pair of square glasses, all of which made her look very dignified and not to be provoked.

Everyone fell silent. Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment and said to the freshmen, "Whoever I call by name will come up, put on a hat, sit on a stool, and accept the arrangement of the sorting house."

The new students rioted nervously again, but Professor McGonagall had already begun to pronounce the first names.

Looking at this familiar scene, Guan Qiong remembered the scene a year ago, when he was also a member of the freshmen, and at the same time was thinking about which college he would enter.

Slytherin didn't want to, it was too xenophobic there, and he had no family background. If it was Ravenclaw, he felt that he was not qualified. After all, he was not a top student in his last life. The regiments are too close, and he doesn't want to get involved too much when they are involved in their affairs.

After much deliberation, he actually felt that Hufflepuff was a good choice. Although he didn't have much impression, it was stable and safe.

Yes, it is like that.

As a result, when he put on the sorting hat, the sorting hat said so.

"Let me see, let me see, oh, a watchful child, don't worry, I can't see people's memories, only their thoughts, and from those thoughts I judge their character."

"Let me see what you want to do? Oh, the exploration of magic, the desire for a new world, very good, really very good, child, with such thoughts, you will go further on the road of magic .”

"Let me think about it, where should I put you, maybe Ravenclaw is suitable for you, you are a smart kid, and you also like to read, I can see that."

"Oh, no, you read books to explore more mysteries. Your desire for knowledge does not lie in knowledge itself, but you want to see more things. You pursue knowledge, but you only use them as tools. If so If so, you may be more suitable."

"Gryffindor!"

As the Sorting Hat chanted, the red-haired girl took off her hat and ran to the Gryffindor table, and the Gryffindor students applauded.

Guan Qiong also applauded, watching Ginny ran to sit next to Fred and George, and she got her wish and was assigned to Gryffindor House without accident.

At this time, Guan Qiong noticed that a cold gaze was scanning this side, as if looking for something.

He looked towards the long table at the front of the auditorium, just in time to meet Snape's cold, empty eyes.

Snape nodded slightly to him, but there was no smile on his face, instead he became more and more indifferent, but from his flickering eyes, it could be seen that he was suppressing something.

At this time, all the new students were sorted, and Professor McGonagall put away the sorting hat and returned to the long table of the professors.

Dumbledore stood up at this moment, and he looked at the students with a wide smile. Although he froze when he saw that his savior Harry was not at the Gryffindor table, he quickly recovered.

"Welcome, it's the beginning of a new school year. Before the dinner starts, I want to announce something to everyone."

He pointed to Lockhart who was sitting next to him, and said with a smile, "In the new year, Gilderoy Lockhart will be the professor of our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I believe everyone has read his book. Creatures and some wicked magic, he's got a lot of experience and I'm sure he'll surprise us in the coming year."

Lockhart stood up with a smile, showing eight shining white teeth. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the continuous applause blocked his words.

Feeling the gaze and welcome of the students, Lockhart was extremely happy. Instead of sitting down immediately, he stood there to let the applause last longer.

Of course, by the way, make another speech so that people in this school can remember him even more.

At this time, he suddenly felt a cold gaze from the side, impatient, which made his back feel a little chilly.

He sat back with a smirk and looked to the side, but Professor Snape was talking to Professor Flitwick, it seemed that everything just now was an illusion.

"Very good, thank you all! Then, the dinner will begin." Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the empty plate on the table was filled with food in an instant, and he also sat down.

He looked at the position of Gryffindor, thought for a while, and then looked at Professor McGonagall next to him, after all, she was the dean of Gryffindor College.

The same was true for Snape, the eyes of the three collided in the air, Professor McGonagall nodded, got up and walked to the Gryffindor table.

"Where did Harry Potter go? Didn't he come to school?" Professor McGonagall came to Gryffindor's table, Guan Qiong and Hermione.

Only then did she notice that there seemed to be one person missing.

"Ron Weasley didn't come either, what happened to the two of them?" Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at Fred and George next to him.

"They disappeared at the station, Professor, just past that partition," said George.

"Yes, they went through the partition, but they didn't make it to Station Nine and Three Quarters, and they didn't come back," added Fred.

Professor McGonagall's frown deepened. The station has been in operation for so many years, and there has never been such a problem. Moreover, when the problem happened, it happened to be when Harry Potter passed by, which made people feel uneasy.

Here, the horn of a car suddenly came from outside. The sound was like a dying bird, full of pain.

The students all looked up in confusion, and the professors also looked out of the window.

"Could it be!" Fred said suddenly, his tone was extremely surprised, but his eyes sparkled.

George looked at him, as if infected, and his eyes lit up.

"That's pretty cool," he marvels.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall frowned and asked, she had a bad feeling.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, you may not know, but my father has a car, that's the one, modified." Fred stretched out his hands, making a flapping motion of wings.

Professor McGonagall's heart stopped beating, and she remembered the content of the Evening Prophet she had just seen before coming here.

\u003cFord Anglia can fly, Muggles are amazed\u003e

Oh my god.

She turned her head and looked at the long table above. Snape nodded to her, got up and walked outside.

His expression is still indifferent, but his footsteps are very relaxed, and there seems to be a trace of joy.

Fine-tuning the arrival time of Harry and Ron.