[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

After walking through a steep mountain road and riding on an old boat, the hemp wizard Tom Locke finally stood in the hall of Hogwarts. He looked at this famous magic academy with great interest: four long tables - which probably corresponded to the four academies introduced by the professor in green robe just now; thousands of candles floating above the tables - weren't they hot? There are also ghosts - of course, they are always a good partner of the castle; the ceiling is shining with stars like the night sky - why not just make it open-air? Wouldn't it be enough to add a layer of transparent rainproof barrier or something like that?

The pointed wizard hat that was suddenly placed in front of the freshmen began to sing. "It sounds like the hat is used to sort the houses." Tom thought, staring at the opening and closing of the Sorting Hat's mouth with interest. "It's more magical than being sorted into classes according to the order of registration."

Tom waited patiently for a while before it was his turn.

"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.

He sat down at the Gryffindor table and smiled at every classmate who greeted him. Before he felt impatient, the attention of these enthusiastic classmates was finally attracted——

——"Harry Potter!"

"Gryffindor!"

"We have Potter! We have Potter!" a pair of red-haired twins shouted. Other students also cheered and cheered.

Tom followed the trend and whistled, although he didn't understand what was particularly exciting about it - no matter which house the famous savior was assigned to, weren't they all Harry Potter alumni?

The white-bearded wizard stood up after the sorting, opened his arms to all the students with a smile on his face, and said: "Welcome, welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, That’s an idiot! Crying! Residue! Screw it!”

"Thank you everyone." He sat down.

Tom looked at him in shock, thinking for a moment that there was something wrong with his hearing. He looked around and found that most people began to eat in disapproval. Only some of the freshmen looked as confused as he did.

Maybe this is the style of the wizarding world. Tom said to himself, it's really different from the style in the Muggle world. He just stands up and speaks, and there is no host to introduce who this person is and what to call him... Maybe the real name in the wizarding world is particularly important?

As Tom ate, he wondered if he should give himself a fancy name or something.

A ghost wearing a wheel-like collar sitting next to Harry Potter suddenly raised his voice. Tom heard the voice and passed by, just in time to see him pop his head back on his neck. The bloody muscle section made Tom immediately lose his appetite. .

"...New Gryffindor students! I hope you can help us win the House Cup this school year, okay? Gryffindor has never been without a prize for so long. Slytherin is here for six Consecutive title! Bloody Barrow is so unbearable - he is the ghost of Slytherin."

College Cup? The witch in green robe also mentioned this. Tom became interested and asked: "Mr. Ghost——"

"I prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas of Mimsy," the ghost said reservedly.

"Okay, Sir Nicholas, you just said that Slytherin's ghost in the House Cup is unbearable. Is it because everyone in this house, including the ghost, will have a greatly increased magic power if they win the House Cup, causing other houses to be at a competitive disadvantage?"

"Ah... this..." The ghost looked at him with his mouth open, "No, no, there is no such thing as a great increase in magic power... Bloody Barro is unbearable mainly because of his attitude... Well, you understand me What do you mean?"

Tom was a little disappointed. He probably thought too much about magic. He continued to ask: "So what are the rewards for this College Cup? Does it count as credits? Does it count as practical experience? Is there a scholarship? Or is there an advantage in employment after graduation?"

The pearl-white ghost dimmed slightly, and stuttered in response: "No, that's not the case. The Academy Cup is an honor..."

"Which house wins the House Cup, the entire hall will be decorated with the colors of that house in the ceremony at the end of the school year." A red-haired senior said with a straight face, and he introduced himself as Percy Weasley, "This is a kind of A great honor.”

Tom waited a moment, but Percy had already looked away. Maybe this is the benefit of the Academy Cup? A decorating style bonus for ceremony time? He looked at several other houses inexplicably. The green of Slytherin looked good, the blue of Ravenclaw was also quite refreshing, and the yellow of Hufflepuff was also very eye-catching. These colors were all worthy of recognition. It looked good on the school, not to mention just a brief change of decoration style. Even if he asked all the students of the losing college to change into the colors of the winning college, he thought it was nothing - it was better than wearing the all-black plain robes required by the letter all day long. It's better to have an all-black plain peaked hat - he likes to wear black, and being required to wear black is obviously two different things. .seven

Tom begins to realize that he is somewhat out of tune with the magical world.