Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

She had a serious expression, which perfectly fit Harry's stereotype of a spellcaster, the kind who would turn people into sheep if they disagreed with her.

"First year, Professor McGonagall." said the burly man.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave it to me to pick you up when you get here."

She opened the door wide.

The foyer was big enough to fit the Dursleys' entire house into it.

Like Gringotts, there were torches burning all around the stone walls.

The ceiling was so high that you could hardly see the top. In front of the room was a grand marble staircase leading upstairs.

They followed Professor McGonagall along the stone floor.

Harry heard the buzz of several hundred voices coming from the door on the right; students from other classes in the school must have arrived.

But Professor McGonagall took the first-year students to a small empty room at the other end of the hall.

Everyone rushed in, rubbing shoulders and gazing nervously at everything around them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The Start of Term Feast is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you must first confirm which house you will be attending."

"Classification is an important ritual because the House is like your home at Hogwarts while you are here."

"You will take classes with other students in the college, live together in the college's dormitories, and spend your free time together in the college's common room."

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."

When Professor McGonagall said this.

Harry heard Hermione, who was standing in front of him, mutter something like "Chaos, Heresy, Grey Knights".

When I tried to hear what Hermione was mumbling, Professor McGonagall's voice became even louder.

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of the entire school."

"I suggest you tidy yourself up and be more alert while you're waiting."

Wandered in the crowd for a while.

Harry nodded slightly and responded to Professor McGonagall's gaze with a calm look.

"I'll pick you up once it's ready. Please be quiet while you wait."

After saying this, Professor McGonagall left the room.

"Ron, what's the test?"

Hermione turned and looked at Ron who was standing behind her.

"what?"

Ron, who seemed to be in a daze since he entered the room, looked at Hermione in confusion.

Hermione had to repeat herself.

"Tests. What tests do they give our branch?"

"The Sorting Hat. Once you put it on, it will sort you into different houses."

Having said this, Ron stretched out his hand and pointed at Hermione.

"you."

Then he turned and pointed at Harry.

"Harry."

Then he pointed his thumb at himself.

"And I, will be sorted into Gryffindor."

Then Ron glared fiercely at Draco, who was standing next to Harry.

"And Malfoy, and his two little followers, will be sorted into Slytherin."

Harry turned and looked at Draco.

Draco noticed Harry's gaze and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Not surprising, my whole family is Slytherin."

"Yes, just like you are Death Eaters, Slytherins are..."

"What's the difference?"

Just as Ron was glaring at Draco fiercely, Hermione interrupted Ron.

"Between these colleges."

"the difference?"

Ron scratched his head.

"Gryffindor is the best. Dumbledore also graduated from there. Ravenclaw is okay, but there are a lot of weirdos there. Hufflepuff is mediocre. Slytherin..."

Harry saw Hermione's brows frown slightly.

Hermione's lips moved a few times as Ron spoke.

Harry didn't know what Hermione wanted to say from her lip reading, but he roughly figured out that it was a word starting with T and N.

Just as Ron was about to praise Slytherin again, several people behind Harry screamed loudly.

Harry instinctively drew his wand and turned around.

Then Harry saw about twenty ghosts suddenly jump out of the wall behind them.

"ghost!"

Harry and Draco shouted a warning in unison and jumped out of the crowd.

"This is what you call safe?!"

Harry had never missed his sword so much as he did now.

It's great to use only a small wooden stick to deal with more than twenty ghosts!

Hogwarts is indeed the safest place in the wizarding world!

Harry called out to Draco as he channeled the cheering radiance within him into his wand.

It seemed that Harry and Draco jumped out from the crowd and attracted the ghost's attention.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts turned their gaze towards Harry and Draco.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that the Sorting Ceremony would involve surviving a ghost attack! Hogwarts is crazy!"

As Draco gestured with his left hand, a spherical shield appeared beside Draco.

Amid the screams of the surrounding students, which rose an octave.

Harry and Draco exchanged a look.

The next moment, Ron screamed "Harry! What are you going to do?!"

Harry and Draco moved at the same time.

"Holy Slash!"

"Igni!"

014 Making History

Harry, Draco and Hermione stood side by side in front of a group of professors.

He looked down at the tiles in front of him, as if the ultimate answer to the universe was engraved on the tiles beneath his feet.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, can you please explain to me why you attacked the ghosts...of Hogwarts?"

Standing in front of the three people was Dumbledore, wearing half-moon glasses and a long white beard that was waist-length and could be tucked into his belt.

He looked at Harry and the other two with a scrutinizing and somewhat curious gaze.

Harry swallowed and slowly raised his head.

Looking at the white-bearded old man in front of him, he said in a trembling voice.

"Principal, we thought those ghosts were the Sorting Ceremony..."

"Dangdang!"

As Harry spoke, half of the chandelier fell to the ground.

Around the fallen chandelier were broken floor tiles, blackened walls, and armor that had been cut by something, leaving a mirror-smooth cross-section.

Every detail in the room silently tells what happened here not long ago.

"You think those ghosts are the Sorting Ceremony?"

A strange light flickered on the half-moon glasses on Dumbledore's face.

"Yes, Principal."

Although I felt a little embarrassed and a little guilty.

But as a paladin, Harry continued to explain to Dumbledore the mental journey behind how they made the room like this.

"Before she left, Professor McGonagall said that the Sorting Ceremony was about to begin, and then these ghosts entered this room collectively..."

"Some classmates screamed, and we thought the ghosts were attacking us."

At this point, Harry's mind flashed back to the scene from a few minutes ago.

With a wave of his hand, the radiant power that was supposed to reside in the sword body turned into a lightsaber and flew out of the magic wand towards the ghost dressed as a priest.

Draco also raised his hand at the same time, and a stream of blazing flames spurted out from Draco's palm.

The ghost was suddenly attacked and scattered in all directions with a scream.

An electric net covered the ghost, and Hermione, with the power of thunder flashing in her hands and golden lightning emitting from her eyes, also joined the battle.

Amid the screams of their classmates, Harry, Malfoy and Hermione attacked the ghosts without mercy or hesitation.

Dumbledore reached out and adjusted his glasses.