With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

In the Muggle world, Hermione has always been seen as a smart and studious student, and she has always been proud of it.

But now that she has suddenly entered the magical world, she can no longer maintain her former arrogance. Without knowing the level of others, her pride has turned into inferiority.

As for her somewhat arrogant demeanor, that was merely a facade she maintained to protect her self-esteem.

Once they actually arrive at Hogwarts and reaffirm their status as top students, this protective shell will automatically disappear.

Since becoming a psychic, Levin has become increasingly adept at understanding the inner thoughts of others.

He was confident that he could become an expert in mind control in the future.

Levin easily used the Summoning Charm to find Neville's toad.

At least in first grade, he didn't have any headaches or desire to interact much with this know-it-all girl. They were both too young to be just ordinary friends.

If we really want to go further, we'll have to wait at least two or three years, which is when Hermione will be at her most vulnerable and it will be the perfect time to take advantage of her weakness.

“Levin, you’re back! It’s a shame you weren’t here; we had a fight with Malfoy. If you’d been here, we would have crushed them,” Ron complained.

Harry nodded in agreement; although his friend wasn't particularly strong, he was indeed a formidable fighter.

He experienced this firsthand in elementary school.

Levin neither confirmed nor denied this; if Malfoy really offended him, he wouldn't mind teaching the unruly teenager a lesson.

For these first-year wizards who don't yet know any spells, their fists are enough.

Several people quickly took off their outer clothes and put on black robes.

Ron's old robe was a bit short, revealing his sneakers underneath.

It seems that one of Ron's older brothers was shorter than Ron is now when he was in first grade.

Ron seemed quite embarrassed by this, but Levin thought the robe was alright.

At least it's convenient to move around in; you don't have to worry about tripping over the hem of your robe when you take a step...

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train, and we will take it to the school for you." The announcer's voice echoed on the train.

“We’re almost there, the wizarding world… I—I’m a little nervous,” Harry said dryly, clutching his stomach as if he were feeling quite uncomfortable.

He wasn't the only one nervous; even Ron, a pure-blood, had a pale face beneath his freckles.

He also recalled the terrifying information his twin brother had given him about how the sorting process would take place.

Amidst this tense and uneasy atmosphere, the train slowed down and finally came to a stop.

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The picture shows Hermione.

Chapter 11 The Path to School and the Ceremony

Passengers jostled and pushed their way to the train door, disembarking onto a small, dark platform.

The chill of the night made Harry, who was sitting right next to Levin, shiver.

Then a lamp swayed above the students' heads.

Levin heard a gruff voice shouting, "First-years! First-years, come this way! Harry, come this way, how are you?"

Amidst a sea of ​​people, Hagrid, with his long beard, smiled and greeted them "quietly."

Levin thought the half-giant looked rather dull.

But most young wizards don't think so.

They were intimidated by his abnormally large size.

After all, these people haven't read the original Harry Potter books.

After following Hagrid along a narrow path, a black lake suddenly appeared before them.

On the high hillside across the lake stood a towering castle with spires everywhere and windows twinkling under the starry sky.

They had arrived at the lakeside, where a row of small wooden boats awaited new life.

The rocks by the Black Lake were covered in moss, and Hagrid shouted a warning to the new students: "Watch your step, don't slip."

No sooner had he finished speaking than two students slipped and nearly fell into the lake.

"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid shouted, pointing to a fleet of small boats moored to the shore.

Because of their speed, Ron, who arrived earlier, had already been taken aboard by the others, while Levin nimbly secured another boat.

Harry climbed onto the boat too.

Neville and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at Levin, who had just helped them, and climbed up as well.

"Is everyone on board?" Hagrid shouted.

The giant was so large that he had to travel alone in a boat to barely fit himself inside.

"Alright, let's move forward!"

At his shout, a fleet of small boats immediately glided across the mirror-like lake and sailed forward.

Levin remembered that mermaids lived in this huge black lake.

Legend has it that all mermaids are as beautiful as flowers.

But the natives of Black Lake are an exception.

Their looks might not be described as breathtakingly beautiful, but they were certainly stunningly gorgeous.

This may be because fishmen also come in different models, such as yellow, white, agricultural, and so on.

In addition, there is a giant squid of unknown origin in Black Lake.

It is said that it was actually Godric Gryffindor infected with a blood curse.

"After you turn this corner, you'll see Hogwarts for the first time," Hagrid's voice suddenly interrupted Levin's thoughts.

Turning the corner of the cliff, the silhouette of a castle dotted with lights came into view in the distance!

The closer you get, the more magnificent the castle appears; illuminated by the lights, it is truly awe-inspiring.

Hermione whispered, "Every new student walks this path, supposedly so that we can experience the hardships the founders of Hogwarts went through to find the castle's location."

"Perhaps there's another deeper meaning."

Levin has mastered arcane magic, and compared to ordinary wizards, he is better able to sense the essence of the power hidden beneath the magical manifestations.

At this moment, he had already sensed something was amiss.

He could sense a powerful magical force emanating from the distant castle.

And a strange connection began to gradually form between himself and the castle.

The new students are retracing the steps of the four founders of the college.

The essence of this tradition should be a kind of ancient ritual magic.

When a student completes the entire process, it means they have signed a contract with Hogwarts and have truly become a student of the school.

As the fleet drew closer to the cliff where the castle stood, it seemed as if the castle itself was towering above them.

"Lower your head!"

Hagrid shouted as the first small boats approached the cliff.

Everyone lowered their heads.

The small boat carried them through the ivy curtain covering the cliff face to a secluded, open entrance.

Then the young wizards realized that the only one who truly needed to bow down was Hagrid himself.

They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to lead them underground to the castle, eventually reaching a place resembling an underground dock, before climbing onto a surface of gravel and pebbles.

Hagrid held up the lantern: "Get down, all of you. Stay close to me."

The new students disembarked and climbed a steep, winding staircase of over two hundred steps to reach an open-air plaza surrounded by pillars. At the end of the plaza lay the gates of Hogwarts.

Hagrid stepped forward and raised his fist, which was the size of a sandbag.

"Boom boom boom!"

Judging from the sound, this door is indeed quite thick.

The door opened, and there stood Levin's old acquaintance, Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall introduced the four houses of Hogwarts and announced that the Sorting Ceremony would be held shortly.

She also talked about the Academy Cup and grades, seemingly valuing honors highly.

When Professor McGonagall returned to the Great Hall, everyone immediately began to discuss it.

Whether they were Muggle-born or pure-blooded, they were all filled with worry.

There are many different opinions regarding the branching ceremony.

Adults don't seem to want to disrupt this emotional journey, which is a rare and valuable growth experience.

“How can they be so sure which house we’ll be sorted into?” Harry asked.

"No matter what, they won't make us drop out of school, will they?" Levin offered some empty words of comfort, but this only made the others more nervous.

Personally, Levin has no intention of breaking this tradition.

Watching others get so nervous is actually quite amusing...

“It was probably through some kind of test. Fred said it was very harmful to us, but I think he was joking.” Ron looked terrified.

Hermione has already nervously started memorizing the knowledge in her textbooks, worried that there will be an entrance exam at the Sorting Ceremony.

"Don't worry, there won't be any algebra or trigonometric functions on the test," Levin threatened, earning a roll of his eyes in return.

Levin wasn't too worried about himself.

As a mind mage, he mastered the spell [Conceal Thoughts], which, when cast actively, is comparable to the best Occlumency spell.

In fact, he used this spell almost constantly.

There was no way around it; he had too many secrets hidden in his mind.

Even if it attracts Dumbledore's attention, it's better than him finding out about my time travel.

Anyway, the wizarding world is not lacking in geniuses, and he himself does not like Gryffindor.