A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 380 Be a human in your next life, Banban!

After leaving the gate, the carriage sped all the way to the castle before finally coming to a screeching stop.

Following the flow of people, William, Hermione, and Anne walked toward the castle gate.

Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were standing together at the door, like two guardian deities.

Professor Flitwick had a smile on his face, seemingly enjoying his summer vacation.

Upon seeing William, he waved and prepared to borrow the Medal of Valor and flaunt it in front of Snape.

Having worked with Snape for many years, he had been personally trained in sarcasm and irony, and he was certainly going to let the Slytherin headmaster have a good chance to be sarcastic.

After all, Snape had made many sarcastic remarks about Ravenclaw back then, saying that the Hawks would never win Quidditch and the House Cup.

It's only in the last few years that Ravenclaw has turned the tide!

Professor McGonagall's hair was combed into a tight bun, and her sharp eyes scanned the crowd like laser pointers.

The students, who had been making a lot of noise, fell silent instantly, as if someone had pressed a mute button.

What was colder than the weather was Professor McGonagall's aura.

Professor McGonagall could easily have a powerful and resounding title: The Frost Witch!

Percy had spent the afternoon in the bathroom and his legs were a little weak. He was walking slowly with the help of the twins.

The two were very concerned about Percy and wanted to buy him supplements, which touched Percy deeply.

Percy had initially suspected his two younger brothers of drugging him, but now he felt incredibly ashamed for ever having thought that way.

Will he want supplements?

Is he that kind of person?

So when Percy opened his mouth, he immediately picked the most expensive brand.

The twins looked at Percy's killer bee with some fear in their eyes and quickly agreed: "Buy it!"

It seems Percy isn't so easy to fool after all.

Sure enough, the only truly foolish person in their family was Ron.

Percy quickly spotted Professor McGonagall, immediately pushed the two aside, straightened up, puffed out the badge on his chest, tossed his hair, and raised his head proudly.

However, the ground was too slippery, and he stumbled and almost knocked Ron down.

Ron's smear slipped from his hand, slid seven or eight meters across the marble floor, and fell into a puddle.

Ron felt his heart breaking. His beloved Scabbers was enduring pain that no one his age should have to bear...

In that instant, Ron thought of giving his old, frail pet a potion to euthanize it, so it could pass away peacefully and without suffering.

In your next life, be a human, Banban!

Anne trotted toward Professor McGonagall and pulled the Sorting Hat from the safety chart.

The sorting cap is still quite old, but upon closer inspection, you'll notice it's much cleaner than before.

Anne washed the hat for over an hour, changing the water six or seven times, before finally getting rid of all the dust that had accumulated inside.

It gives me a strange feeling of half a pound of cigarette ash being poured out of a keyboard.

The hat was also adorned with a flamboyant wreath of irises.

This bouquet of flowers was given to William and Hermione by the French Ministry of Magic. According to Clegane, it was enchanted so that it would never wither.

Anne stole a few bunches of flowers, wove them into a wreath, and tied it to the Sorting Hat.

This infuriated Hermione; she wanted to keep those flowers permanently in a vase in the living room...they were very meaningful keepsakes!

Looking at the clean hat, Professor McGonagall's face broke into a rare smile.

She had been thinking about cleaning this hat since she enrolled in school, and it had been on her mind for decades.

She thought she would only have a chance when she became the principal, but it turned out that it was already over.

Another item has been removed from her wish list:

Play the Hogwarts Guardian Stone Pillar game once, and you're done!

Give the Sorting Hat a bath, (fake) done!

Not every item on her wish list will be fulfilled, such as England winning the Quidditch World Cup... that's something that will never happen.

Professor Flitwick took the hat from Professor McGonagall and led Anne toward the hall, intending to place it on the triangular stool.

"Stark! Granger! Potter! You three, come here!" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out again.

The three of them broke away from the crowd and walked towards the professor.

Professor McGonagall said to Harry, "Mr. Potter, go to my office. Pomfrey is waiting for you there. Alright, go on."

"But... I'm fine," Harry said.

"Are you sure you're alright, Potter?" Professor McGonagall frowned and asked sternly.

Harry hesitated for a moment. His body was indeed fine, but he kept dreaming about William and Riddle, and he felt that there might be something wrong with his mind.

"Professor Lupin sent me a letter saying that a Dementor wanted to give you a kiss, and you passed out?"

Malfoy tilted his ear, trying to eavesdrop on Professor McGonagall's words.

Harry's face turned bright red, but he preferred that everyone believe this version of events.

Fighting a Dementor to the point of exhaustion and falling unconscious, and fainting from fear without any contact... these are two different concepts.

"Professor McGonagall, I'm really alright. I drank the potion William gave me, and Professor Lupin said I'm fine too," Harry said.

"Alright then...you go to the auditorium first," Professor McGonagall said.

Harry had just walked towards Ron when Malfoy immediately leaned over and asked, "Potter, are you really unconscious?"

Wow! Sure enough, Malfoy is always the one who cares most about Harry.

This must be true love.

Professor McGonagall then looked at William and said seriously, "Mr. Stark, Professor Dumbledore asked me to tell you to go to his office after the dinner."

William nodded. Even if Dumbledore didn't approach him, he would still have to find the headmaster.

The Thunderbird is a distant relative of the Phoenix. I wonder if Fox could talk to its relative and stop bothering him.

Hermione followed Professor McGonagall toward her office.

They took a few steps, then Hermione turned and silently said to William, "Wait for me!"

McGonagall turned her head to the side, but Hermione, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, turned back instantly, as if nothing had happened.

Professor McGonagall turned back, and Hermione turned her head again, saw William standing still, and playfully stuck out her tongue.

To her surprise, Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped, and Hermione, caught off guard, bumped right into her.

"..."

A group of first-year wizards came and went, and were taken to a dark room by Professor Flitwick.

William looked at the group of children; they were all future clients.

This year, the Sorting Hat adopted the yodeling style, interspersed with a lot of broken French, to perform its new song.

It looks like it's in line with international standards.

This novel performance won applause from the entire audience... Anyway, since no one could understand it, it also had a strangely entertaining effect of misheard lyrics.

William waited for five minutes, and Hermione excitedly ran downstairs, holding a golden object in her hand.

"Got it, the Time-Turner," Hermione said.

She quickly put the time-tamper back into her pocket, because Professor McGonagall was also coming down the stairs.

The three of them walked into the auditorium.

"Oh," Hermione said softly, "we missed the Sorting Ceremony."

Professor McGonagall walked toward her empty seat in the faculty section, while William and Hermione headed toward their respective houses.

Cho and Luna had already reserved a spot for William; three cats were crouching next to the two girls.

They sat on the chairs, their tails drooping down, gently sweeping them.

The frequencies are exactly the same!

The largest one is an orange tabby cat, and there are two kittens next to it: one orange and one tortoiseshell.

The orange tabby was about four or five times the size of the kitten; describing it as having a broad back and a strong build wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Therefore, William has already foreseen the future of Anne's orange cat named Pineapple Head.

It's going to be a cute little orange pig!

Bobocha suddenly turned its head and spotted William. It leaped up and jumped into William's arms.

William felt a sudden weight in his hand.

"Bobo Tea, you've turned into a fat tiger! It's time to lose weight."

Boba Tea gently took a bite of William's tea.

Soon, Dumbledore stood up, and the noise in the Great Hall gradually subsided.

The principal, dressed in a magnificent robe, was quite old, yet he exuded a vigorous and energetic aura.

His hair and beard were several feet long, and he wore semi-circular glasses perched on his broken nose.

"Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore.

The candlelight made his beard gleam as if it had been waxed.

"Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! Before the dinner begins, I have only three things to say:"