I was expelled from Hogwarts?

After Rove's branch ended, everyone applauded from the bottom of their hearts and sincerity.

It's finally over. If it's really late at night, can we still have a good meal?

Many people stood up, wanting to see what this little wizard who made the Sorting Hat so difficult looks like.

After reading it, there was another familiar sigh, but contrary to Shirley's, this time it was mostly witches.

Lavender Brown of Gryffindor, she stretched her neck hard, saw Rove walking to the Hufflepuff table, and was greeted by the equally handsome Cedric Diggory...

Lavender Brown pulled his hair, and said in extreme pain: I would have gone to Hufflepuff if I knew it! All the handsome guys from Hogwarts are in Hufflepuff!!

The wizards at the Gryffindor table all looked at Lavender speechlessly, and then at Ron, you two are like dragons and phoenixes... What a perfect match!

The little Hufflepuff badgers cheered, and even Sprout, who was at the guest table, breathed a sigh of relief.

Hufflepuff can't live without Scamander, just like the West can't live without Jerusalem!

After Rove, the efficiency of the sorting hat suddenly increased, and the sorting of a student could be ended in almost three seconds.

The sorting ceremony ended with the last student, Blaise Zabini, being sorted into Slytherin.

Gryffindor got the Boy Who Lived; Ravenclaw got the Super Flower; Hufflepuff got Scamander... Whether it's a big win or a small win, everyone has a bright future.

Only Slytherin felt that he had lost his mind, as if he hadn't found any new students that could be sold.

You mean Malfoy?

The guy who revealed his special sexual orientation on the first day?

Don't mention it.

The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting in the guest seat, stood up. He was wearing a moon-white robe with a large red round gold weft, and phoenix patterns embroidered with unicorn down...Gold and emerald complement each other brilliantly , times gorgeous.

Dumbledore still wore semicircular glasses, his nose was hooked badly, his hair and beard had turned silvery white, and his old face was marked by the passing of time.

The old man looked around, looked at the students with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to everyone:

Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I just want to say one thing, that is:

Fool! Cry! residue! screw!

thank you all! !

He sat down again, and the students looked at each other, roaring inwardly:

What are you talking about, why do you understand every word, but you can't understand it together?

The little wizards looked at each other's reactions, and some of them kept nodding, as if appreciating the principal's words... Could it be that he understood?

So, in order not to show that they were too stupid, many people began to nod along, and then applauded wildly, as if they really understood.

At the guest table, the professors also applauded. Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a scarf around his head, worked especially hard as the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

He seemed to be worried that he would lose face to the principal, and he would be expelled tomorrow for stepping into the auditorium with his left foot first.

Professor Snape didn't applaud, but instead had a stern face with a gloomy expression.

It's impossible to fall for the tenth time running for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position without a trace of resentment.

Snape stroked his greasy hair that hadn't been washed since the summer vacation, and glanced at Quirrell with some disdain.

He has never competed with a guy who doesn't care about hygiene, smells all over his body, and habitually shakes his hands when he sees everyone!

As the applause ended, countless foods suddenly appeared on the table: roast beef, roast chicken, roast pork chops, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, fried potatoes, braised potatoes, curried potatoes, fried potatoes...

While the food is plentiful, the British really do have a honeydew love for potatoes, and wizards are no exception to this rule.

The students sat on the train for a day and experienced the extended version of the sorting ceremony. They were already hungry, and now they are all feasting.

Rove was sandwiched between Hannah and Neville. He wanted to switch places with Neville, but the other party refused.

So shy, still want to drive a warship? !

Compared to Neville's shyness, Hannah is much more generous. With a chicken leg in her left hand and a duck neck in her right hand, her mouth full of oil, she said excitedly:

Hello, my name is Hannah Abbott!

Hello. Rove took a sip of hot milk to warm his stomach, glanced at her two cute braids, and said with a smile, My name is Rove Scamander.

I know you... I saw you catch that spider on the train, it's amazing! Hannah rolled up another piece of cheese and ate it, she giggled and said:

I'm short, I can't squeeze into the crowd, and I didn't see the big spider clearly. Rove, when you have time, can you let me see it?

As a good brother, Rove certainly can't just chat with himself, he pointed at Neville and said:

Okay, but that spider is being kept by Neville for the time being. When you want to see it, you can go to him, isn't it... Neville?!

But no answer.

Rove turned his head to look. Neville was staring at Hannah in a daze. The boy reached out and poked him. Only then did Neville regain his senses and said in a daze, The potatoes are quite delicious.

Rove took a deep breath, feeling tired and unable to move.

Hannah looked at Neville in a daze, thinking that he was frightened by the way he was eating, the girl blushed, and hurriedly wiped the butter from the corner of her mouth, pretending to be shy, and said 'weakly':

People are actually quite afraid of spiders, what about cockroaches and toads...

Really? Susan Bones laughed and said, How do I remember that you crushed several cockroaches to death with your bare hands on the train, and you also said that fried toads are the best...

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Neville's face was full of shock, he hid aside and ate Hawklap's freeze-dried toad Leif, and was even shivering... This marriage is opposed to it!

Hannah, who wore two braids facing the sky, felt that the good image she had created was ruined. She reached out and twisted Susan's ear, and said in shame and indignation:

You talk nonsense again...

Susan held Hannah's two braids with her backhand, and she lifted them up slightly, shouting:

You beat me before talking!

The two have known each other for a long time, but they are obviously plastic sisters.

Justin Fenrieri on his family situation: I was going to Eton, but Hogwarts, really happy. Of course, my mum was a bit disappointed...

Justin is not the only one who claims to have almost gone to Eton, and Rove found five or six at the Hufflepuff dining table alone... Eton per capita, right?

The number of students that Eton College loses every year is almost the same as that of Lafite in 1982. The number is an unsolved mystery!

Ernie McMillan, who was sitting opposite, seemed to be very surprised that he didn't go to Slytherin. He complained:

Our family has been pure blood wizards for nine generations, and my blood is purer than anyone else.

McMillan showed everyone his Tongtian pattern, trying to prove that his blood was really pure.

How is that friend of yours?

A phantom floated by, a fat, fat man in a yarmulke and traditional Catholic dress.

Christians at Hogwarts?

You mean Hermione? Rove looked at the fat ghost carefully with great interest, and said softly, She's fine, don't worry.

That's good, I'll just say don't let Nick scare people around. The fat ghost laughed, his eyes narrowed, he seemed to know what Rove was thinking, and explained softly:

I was a Hufflepuff student, and I became a monk in the church after graduation. People call me a fat monk, but I still want you to call me a cardinal.

Yes, Fat Friar.

The appearance of the fat monk has attracted the attention of many young wizards. This is a Catholic who actually appeared in Hogwarts full of wizards.

It's as if there was a postgraduate entrance examination video in Asia, with a high click-through rate, it's really out of date... It's heresy!

The fat monk didn't care either, he turned his head to look at the newcomers, and said in a gentle voice:

New Hufflepuffs, I hope you will work hard to help the house win the House Cup this year, okay?

It's been sixteen years since a Hufflepuff has touched the House Cup, which couldn't have happened in my day!

The ghosts of the college have said so, so of course everyone has to show their respect. The prefect raised the juice, and all the Hufflepuff students also raised their glasses, and everyone shouted together:

It is my duty to reforge the glory of Hufflepuff!

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(Thanks to Fengling Fifteen and Lu Yifang for their rewards.)