This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 493 School starts

"Okay, let's stop talking about my souvenirs and talk about summer vacation."

After ten minutes of ridicule, Hal finally diverted the ridicule by talking about something new during the summer.

"What else could be new? We already talked about it on the train. At most, we'll talk to Andrew before we go to bed at night." Kevin seemed to have no intention of letting Hal go. "Do you expect Andrew to provide any information?"

"Not for nothing. The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin."

Andrew shook his head.

"Don't be so obvious about your perfunctory attitude, Andrew!"

Hal added, half complaining, half responding.

"It's held here. To be more precise, it's held at Hogwarts."

Andrew nodded with a smile - this can be said, because everything will be announced tonight, and there will be no problem of leaks.

In fact, the well-informed students knew almost everything - after all, the Ministry of Magic was making a big move, and if most of the well-informed people were not in Slytherin, the news would have spread throughout the school by now.

"You're kidding again," Hal's eyes widened, "No way, is this true?"

"of course it's true."

Andrew nodded, "Okay, we have to go down and prepare for the Sorting. Dumbledore will announce more tonight."

"Say it a little more, Andrew, don't be like this!"

Hal's eyes were wide open, but Andrew had no intention of telling him everything - he just wanted to tease him for a bit and that was it. Although it was no longer a secret, Hal would definitely be as sticky as taffy after he told him this time.

"Let's go to attend the opening ceremony. The new students haven't been sorted into houses yet."

Andrew shook his head and walked straight ahead.

Hal shook his head in disappointment, but suddenly thought of something and asked the others, "Isn't he going to be in charge of the branch this year?"

"No way?"

Bell's eyes widened.

"It's hard to say. I wouldn't be surprised if he took out a prefect badge."

Kevin shook his head. "Of course, it's normal for him to manage the prefects and become the student union president. Now it looks very similar..."

After a discussion, several people still could not come to a clear conclusion, so they could only follow behind and prepare to participate in the sorting ceremony.

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"Professor, are you kidding me?"

Andrew looked at the list in front of him and felt sick.

"Is this task difficult? You did a good job last year, so try harder this year," Professor McGonagall handed the list to Andrew. "The Triwizard Tournament has caused those students to be unable to remain serious at all. You have to calm the situation down."

"Also, there is another important thing. You are forbidden to register, but because of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons' insistence, we have reserved the right to register for the top students in the grade who are underage. However, your total score is not enough. You know this, right?"

"How could I not know what I'm dealing with..."

Andrew waited for the professor to continue speaking with a little confusion.

"So this is also to avoid some strange remarks. After all, students always like to have wild thoughts. We have to wait until the selection begins to announce the official list of referees, so you have to be mentally prepared."

what?
Just for this?

"That's it. You have to go talk to the first years. Go now, before that Karkaroff guy messes up our Sorting."

Professor McGonagall nodded, "It's still the same room as last year. Go ahead."

"Yes, Professor."

"So, the sorting has begun now?"

Andrew held the thin parchment and felt his palms getting a little hot.

I'm afraid it won't work if I don't stay in school after graduation - but what should I do with a legend?

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later. I was thinking of going out to hide for a while and then staying in school after the storm has passed. Now it seems that I can only take it one step at a time."

Andrew sighed, walked towards the freshmen's room with a cold face, and then silently opened the door.

He waved his wand, causing all the lights to go out in an instant, then he lit his own wand and looked at the new life calmly.

The noise caused by the disappearance of light gradually dissipated, and all the prospective first-year students focused their attention on Andrew.

"This class of freshmen has performed well," he nodded, "I think more than 80% of them will be able to study at Hogwarts."

This number did not calm the students down; on the contrary, they became even more riotous out of fear.

"Let me give you a friendly reminder that the assessment of your personal performance begins the moment I step into this room."

The room instantly went quiet, and Andrew even saw a few frightened looks - he seriously suspected that these were people whose older brothers and sisters were studying at Hogwarts and had heard some unrealistic rumors.

"There's no need to introduce yourself. If you become the lucky one, it's not too late to talk later." Andrew smiled. "Since you are quiet, I will give you a friendly reminder. Some colleges welcome people to abide by the rules, so please continue to do so."

He turned and left, "Follow me and start your house selection. I hope the pass rate will be higher this time."

An waved his wand, and the magic lights in the corridor ahead lit up one by one as he waved his wand, and he walked in front of the students.

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Dennis Creevey took a deep breath. He was the most relaxed among the students before, but now he was also the most nervous.

"Didn't you say your brother was in Gryffindor?"

The person next to him whispered.

"But I didn't expect it to be led by the Grim Ripper!"

He lowered his voice - it would be fine if others said he was expelled, but this guy really sent students to prison. Even on normal days, he was the one in charge of putting students in solitary confinement for violating regulations!
Dennis hoped very much that his brother was really lying, but this beautiful idea was shattered when he appeared in front of a group of seniors.

The Ripper just glanced at them, and the senior students immediately became well-behaved, without exception.

The silence of the seniors, along with their fear, spread to the first-year students, who became even more timid. If there were no students leading them, they would even get lost.

The team finally stopped and Dennis saw Professor McGonagall, who was leading them to an empty room, put a hat on a three-legged stool.

'This is the Sorting Hat...'

The tension in his mind dissipated a little, and he began to listen to the song that the strange hat sang.

The students around him also relaxed a lot - after all, the Sorting Hat's song really didn't make people nervous.

But suddenly, he felt the atmosphere around him become extremely oppressive.

The senior students looked quite nervous as if it was a matter of course - they all looked forward.

And as their eyes converged, the Ripper took out a thin piece of parchment.

"Whoever's name I read comes over and listens to my instructions."

That serious look swept across all the freshmen, and Dennis felt a heavy pressure.

"First up, Stuart Ackerley!"

(End of this chapter)