Train to Another World.

Chapter 459 Branching
When the fleet passed a reef, the Hogwarts castle appeared before everyone's eyes. Of course, the people in the castle also noticed the abnormality here.

That dazzling white light is not so easy to ignore.

Severus Snape, standing in the headmaster's office, looked at the old man in front of him and said, "Dumbledore, is this the new student you were talking about? Humph, a Muggle trick!"

Dumbledore peeled a candy and put it in his mouth: "I have to admit that in some ways, Muggle tricks are indeed more convenient than magic.

You know, there aren't many wizards who can cast a lighting spell of that magnitude."

"It's just a child showing off. I'm going to leave first." Snape left the headmaster's office. After Snape left, Dumbledore took out a mirror from the drawer. There were two bright red scratches on the frame. Seeing that the scratches did not increase, Dumbledore secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The freshmen who entered the hall were all waiting nervously. After all, scaring freshmen was also a part of the traditional wizard culture. It was rare that all families could reach a consensus and describe the Sorting Ceremony as extremely sinister.

Some young wizards were so scared that they almost cried because they heard people around them say that the examination for the division was to slay a dragon. Upon hearing the news, Po Jun licked his lips excitedly.

Slay the dragon? I heard from Brother Fa Cai before that they had once worked together to slay a 100-meter-long dragon. Now it was her turn. She could finally catch up with Brother Li and the others.

Po Jun even put his hand on the dagger at his waist, waiting to use the momentum to increase his strength the moment he saw the dragon, lest he act too slowly and the dragon would be killed directly by Brother Li.

"Is it time to start school again?"

"Hahaha!"

"Welcome, little wizard!"

Countless milky white ghosts drifted out from the castle walls and began to comment on the freshmen. Po Jun was a little surprised. She hadn't even used her secret technique yet, so how come these heroes came out?

Oh no! This is not a heroic spirit, but a ghost! Po Jun was shocked.

In her world, in addition to the spirits of heroes who died in battle and were summoned by secret techniques, there were also some people who became ghosts lingering in the world after they died because they harbored grudges or because the place of their death was problematic.

It's fine at first, but over time, they will start attacking living people.

But Pojun was not afraid. If a fierce ghost appeared, the Taoist priests would naturally take action. But if it was an ordinary ghost, the Dashun soldiers would not only deal with living people.

Po Jun's mind moved, and his true Qi carried the Qi and blood from all his meridians to gather in his heart. In an instant, Po Jun turned bloodless, like a corpse, and his body surface began to lose temperature.

But after a loud roar from Pojun, the qi and blood in his heart suddenly exploded with the violent contraction of the heart. Pojun's whole body suddenly turned red, and his skin was congested. The little wizard who was closer to her only felt a rolling heat wave sweeping over from where Pojun was standing.

This is Dashun's secret military method [Burning Blood]. It uses a breath of military energy to stir up the Qi and blood in the whole body, thus maximizing a person's Yang energy in a short period of time.

A person's yang energy will attract ghosts, but too much yang energy can harm ghosts.

Pojun pulled out the dagger with her backhand, bit her tongue, and a mouthful of hot blood sprayed on the blade of the dagger. Then, she pounced on a ghost next to her. It was not for anything else, but because the ghost's head was almost cut off, with only the last bit left. As a beheading enthusiast, how could Pojun bear this?

Sir Nicholas was about to tease the little wizards when he saw one of them suddenly scream, his skin turned red, and then he began to spit blood, and finally he rushed towards him with blood on the corner of his mouth and a hideous face, like a devil from hell.

When Nicholas reacted and tried to dodge, the little wizard had already rushed in front of him, and the bloody dagger in his hand had already fallen quickly. For some reason, Nicholas, who had become a ghost party, actually felt afraid of the dagger, as if it was the blunt axe that had chopped him dozens of times.

Then he let out a sharp scream!
The dagger didn't fall on Nicholas after all, because the little wizard suddenly appeared next to another little wizard. If she hadn't still held the dagger dripping with blood in her hand, the scene that just happened would have seemed like an illusion.

Li Zhuoguang held Pojun's shoulder and said, "These are the specialties of Hogwarts - ghosts. They are harmless."

Hearing Li Zhuoguang's words, Pojun obediently put away the dagger, then wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, as if it was not her who had just attacked and injured the ghost.

The hall was quiet, no matter people or ghosts, they were silent, but they all moved a little further away from Po Jun. Mag opened the door of the hall, saw this scene, and smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that this class of students was very obedient, and it should be the best class she had taught recently. Then, Mag took the young wizards to the auditorium and began the sorting ceremony. When they learned that the sorting was just a matter of labeling, the young wizards breathed a sigh of relief and felt that it was no big deal.

Little did he know that it was here that his fate began to fork in the road. Perhaps the little wizard standing beside him now, smiling and introducing himself, would fall down at his feet on a cold and wet rainy night.

They are like this, their fathers are like this, and their grandparents are like this. All wizards in the British Isles come from here. It is not necessarily a good thing to meet old classmates after graduation.

But no matter what, the wheel of history must continue, and no one can stop it. Just like the beginning of many stories, they all start with an ordinary name:
"Hannah Abbott."

"Hufflepuff!"

……

"Harry Potter."

"…Are you seriously ill? Gryffindor!"

……

"Glow Lee."

"We Orientals put our surnames before our given names, thank you."

Mag glanced at him, but her reserve made her decide to respect the other party's customs: "Okay, Li Zhuoguang."

"Azkaban! Azkaban! Azkaban!" The Sorting Hat on Li Zhuo's bald head made a sharp bang as if some alarm had been triggered, while Harry, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table, cast an envious look.

The other little wizards all looked over here with disbelief.

Dumbledore glanced at the Sorting Hat, and the Sorting Hat made a choice very reluctantly: "I was just joking, Slytherin!"

Li Zhuoguang curled his lips in disdain. Sure enough, the entire Hogwarts, from top to bottom, was full of prejudice against Slytherin, believing that this house only accepted bad guys. Otherwise, why would the Sorting Hat assign him here?

Seeing Li Zhuoguang walking towards the Slytherin table, the Slytherin seniors began to applaud reservedly.

Because of Li Zhuoguang's indifferent and slightly disdainful expression, he was obviously a qualified pure-blood noble. It's just that they were not very familiar with the family in the East and had never heard of this surname.

……

"Breaking the military."

"Ah... never mind, Gryffindor."

The young wizards of this class looked on in horror as Po Jun walked towards the Gryffindor table, wondering if the Sorting Hat was broken.

After seeing this scene, Li Zhuoguang became more determined in his thoughts.

At the end of the Sorting Ceremony, there were fewer and fewer young wizards who had not yet taken their seats. It seemed that the ceremony was about to end, but Li Zhuoguang always felt that something was missing. At this time, Snape rushed into the hall like a big bat, and behind him were three unlucky guys with bruised faces and noses.

Li Zhuoguang nodded, now everything was complete.

(End of this chapter)