I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Some magical animals are always picky eaters, especially those with hobbies that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Perhaps this is why magical animals are more difficult to raise.

Of course, this is just a small guess.

The students were talking privately, not about the tall horses at the door, but about how big Durmstrang's horse would be.

A small number of classmates have been secretly staring at the Beauxbatons eldest sisters, and some even looked over the Gryffindor table blatantly. The girls in the lower grades sat there and kept pouting, looking at their own bean sprout-like figures, and then looking at the mountainous figures of the Beauxbatons sisters, they began to feel more and more sour.

The sour smell didn't last long, because Durmstrang's people also walked in.

Durmstrang is in Eastern Europe. The people there are tall and tall, both men and women are the same. It should be said that thanks to their unruly educational style, the temperament of this group of people is also slightly gloomy, more like gangsters than a group of wizard students.

"It's Krum! Viktor Krum!" Ron yelled out, but fortunately his voice was very low, so no one noticed him.

By the way, Ron is Krum's little fan. I hope he won't feel disillusioned when Krum falls in love with Hermione.

Harry next to him also seemed a little excited. Klum's dazzling performance in the World Cup and excellent Wronski's fake moves had conquered him.

"For God's sake, Ron, can't you just calm down for a moment?" Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "He's just a Quidditch player, why are you so excited?"

"'Just a Quidditch player'? Merlin's beard, Harry, listen to her tone!" Ron looked at Hermione blankly, completely unable to believe that her 37-degree lips could actually say such a thing. Indifferent words: "He is one of the best seekers in the world, Merlin's socks. I didn't expect that he was a student like us... Oh my god..."

Durmstrang's delegation all wore a kind of matted fur cloak, and the leader wore a soft, silver-white fur cloak that looked soft and smooth, just like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" the man called enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp. "How are you doing, my dear old fellow?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet. He walked up to Dumbledore, opened his arms and gave the old man a warm hug. His hair is not completely white, but black and white - not like ordinary gray, but black and white, it feels like a skunk has become a spirit.

What is Kailu's transformation? Can Karkaroff's head be attached to someone else's body?

The connector overlord, right?

"Dear old friend - Hogwarts." Karkaroff looked up at the ceiling of the auditorium, smiling with a nostalgic look - but there was no smile in his eyes, they were still indifferent. And sharp, that smile never reached his eyes, "It's great to be here, it's great... Viktor, come here and warm yourself up, Dumbledore, don't you mind? Hey, you know, Viktor is my favorite student. He has a cold. I'm worried..."

Karkaroff motioned for Viktor Krum to come forward. Those two thick and black eyebrows really made people wonder if he was the long-lost grandson of your Dixun clan.

At the same time, there was another commotion, and even several senior female classmates began to rummage through their bags, trying to find something for Krum to sign.

"I didn't expect him to be a student." Draco muttered from the side.

Louis smiled and said: "It's nothing strange. Everyone comes from the school days."

"That's true." Draco chuckled and turned his head to Beauxbatons College not far away.

Louis noticed Draco's gaze. He looked over there and happened to see Fleur stretching. Her exquisite and graceful curves were indeed a bit tempting - Louis knew that she was a Veela.

"Tell me, which one have you chosen?" he asked with concern.

Draco shook his head and looked away: "I just think there is something wrong with the most beautiful girl in Beauxbatons..."

"You must have fallen in love with someone, right?" Pansy joked at the side, while silently thinking that it is impossible, our little dragon will only like that one person...

Fujoshi is really hopeless...

Draco looked startled, and immediately retorted: "How is that possible? I'm not a beauty person... I just think she's a bit weird. Logically speaking, I rarely like people because of their looks, but she is an exception... "

This is true, you see Miss Watson was so beautiful back then, Draco was unmoved...

To go a long way, this is indeed the case. Draco looks at people first for blood, not for face.

"And you said you don't have a good impression of her?" Pansy laughed weirdly, looking like she was trying to get away with it.

Louis patted Draco on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are indeed right, Draco, do you still remember Bulgaria's mascot during the World Cup?"

Draco recalled it carefully, "Veela?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes, this girl has Veela blood." Louis said with a smile, "So you have an inexplicable liking for her, not because you like her, but because of her natural charm ability, you can discover this , I’m very pleased.”

Draco was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "Okay, Louis, you finally praised me..."

Three periods crossed Louis' mind.

These two idiots...why are even Beport stupid now?

He looked back at Harry and Ron, who were looking at Krum with a silly smile, and then at Draco, and said with some disgust: "I think you should play with Potter and Ron, you three look like What a fool..."

Pansy chuckled, amused by Louis' words. In fact, she also thought Draco was quite stupid.

At this time, Dumbledore had already arranged the seats where Durmstrang's classmates should sit, and Karkaroff also sat on the guest seat, sitting on both sides of Dumbledore with Madam Maxime.

At the same time, Hagrid also walked in with the first-year students. Behind him, there was a child wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat. The coat was too big for him. The quilt is even bigger in winter.

Different from the frightened expressions of his classmates, this kid's expression showed no fear at all. Instead, he was extremely excited. When he looked around and turned to Gryffindor, he raised two eyebrows. Thumbs up and mouths: "I fell into the lake!"

"This kid is definitely a Gryffindor, a true Gryffindor." Louis said firmly.

"Why did you say that?" Catherine asked curiously. She also noticed this unique boy - it should be said that everyone present noticed this guy.

"Only a complete Gryffindor can possess this kind of heartless and careless character." Louis smiled as he explained the definition of prejudice.

Catherine rolled her eyes at him gently and said nothing.

At this time, just like in previous years, Professor McGonagall came to the freshmen carrying a worn-out sorting hat, placed a three-legged stool in front of them, and placed the hat on it. This novel ritual soon attracted the attention of the other two college students. They stared at the hat with curiosity in their eyes.

At this moment, the hat suddenly opened its mouth and sang a nonsense song.

"That was more than a thousand years ago. I was just woven into shape. There were four famous wizards, and their names have been handed down to this day:

Brave Gryffindor...

…

I'm going to take a look inside your head and determine which college you belong to! "

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, there was warm applause in the auditorium, and Draco said to Pansy: "This is not the song it sang last year. This guy sings a different song every year."

"I think his life must be boring and boring." Pansy said with a smile, wondering if she should find something to do with the hat, such as making up some short stories or something?

It's too bad, so I'll hit him with my fist.

At this time, Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment. She stretched out her hand to adjust her glasses and said loudly: "Whoever's name I call will put the hat on their head, sit on the stool, and wait for the announcement of the hat. House, just go and sit in the corresponding house seat - see? The yellow one is Hufflepuff, the blue one is Ravenclaw, the red one is Gryffindor, the green one is Slytherin, tens of millions Don’t go wrong!”

After speaking, she glanced at the parchment and read aloud:

"Hannah Ai..."

Immediately afterwards, Professor McGonagall also reacted, and she smiled awkwardly but politely: "Sorry, I got the wrong list... This was used four years ago, okay, I want to apologize again, Ai Bo Classmate, please sit down."

Hannah was also stunned for a while, and the little girl with twin tails even began to think about whether she should be resorted.

At this time, Professor McGonagall changed a piece of parchment and read loudly: "Stuart Ackley!"

A boy stepped forward, and what could be seen was that the little guy was trembling all over. He didn't know whether he was afraid of the hat or because he had just been frozen. In short, he was trembling like chaff and looked pitiful.

Professor McGonagall comforted him softly and put the hat on his head.

"Ravenclaw!" shouted the Hat.

A burst of applause erupted from the Ravenclaw seat. Louis felt someone touching his arm. He turned around and saw that it was Catherine.

She pursed her lips and motioned for Louis to look over there.

Louis looked in the direction indicated by Catherine and saw Harry, who was staring directly at Ravenclaw Academy. He followed Harry's gaze and saw Zhang Qiu.

"Spring is here, everything revives, and it's the breeding season of animals. The air in the mountains and forests is filled with the smell of hormones..." Louis whispered, and then he and Catherine looked at each other, and burst out laughing in unison.

"Silly fawn." Catherine gave Louis a bundle of autumn spinach.

I have to say that this sister is getting better and better, and she is always very good at hooking up with Louis.

"Harry! Harry!" Draco called him loudly, and it took Harry a long time to come back to his senses. He looked at Draco with confused eyes, not knowing what he was telling him to do.

"My eyes are almost flying!" Draco teased his old enemy Harry with great joy: "Or do you want to be transferred to Ravenclaw? Oh my god, why is there a traitor like you in Gryffindor? "

"Gryffindor doesn't know this person." George teased loudly, and Fred was not far behind. He smiled and said to Harry: "If you like someone, just go after him boldly..."

Harry's face suddenly turned red. Not far away from him, Ginny had already drawn out her wand, with a look on her face that was about to gouge out the bones of a living person.

She didn't mind performing a show of smashing Harry to pieces on the spot. In front of the public, this Harry dared to look at other women. It was really... unforgivable!

Is it really that beautiful? Ginny looked over there and saw Zhang Qiu who was smiling brightly, smacking her lips in disdain.

It's really not as good-looking as her, it's just a little more exotic.

Ginny is not really confident. In fact, she is quite beautiful. Different from the simple and honest little chubby girl in the movie, the Ginny here has a bit of Sophie Marceau's charm, and is somewhat pure. The meaning of lustful little beauty.

"What... what is peeking? Can it be called peeking when it comes to wizards?" Harry argued, his neck tendons were stiff, his face was red and his neck was thick, and then he said a bunch of messy words, and for a while he said that he was not looking. The girl, for a moment, said that that person was very similar to his childhood neighbor, and for a moment the seats of Gryffindor and Slytherin were filled with joy.

Fortunately, Ginny was more generous and didn't pay too much attention to this incident. She just told Harry that he would see him at the Room of Requirement tonight.

Compared with the warm welcome from other houses, the welcome from Slytherin House was relatively reserved. They all sat upright. When the Sorting Hat called out the name of Slytherin House, they clapped gracefully and implicitly and nodded at the new students. The greeting actually caused a lot of psychological pressure on the freshmen.

I've long heard that Slytherin House is relatively reserved, and this time I learned the lesson.

"When does the banquet start? I'm salivating..." Ron complained as he lay on the table. He hadn't eaten anything all afternoon and was just waiting for a good meal at the welcome banquet for freshmen. But obviously He pushed a little too hard, and now he was so hungry that his chest was touching his back.

"I said, Ron, the sorting ceremony is much more important than eating." Nick, who was almost headless, said.

Ron rolled his eyes: "You are a dead person, of course you would say that..."

Louis quietly took out a baguette from his space pocket, slapped Vitaly on the shoulder first, then turned back and handed the baguette to Ron under her sad eyes.

"Try it, fresh French arms, you will be interested."