Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Don't do things like the protagonist without the life of the protagonist - Hoffa Bach

At this moment, he wanted to cry but had no tears. Damn, he was really miserable, even if he started low. How about respecting your choices? The Sorting Hat really doesn't care about its own choices at all!

After the Sorting Hat makes its decision.

There was a faint applause from the second row of tables to the left, much lower than Tom Riddle's when he took his seat. Should be one of the lowest applause ever.

Moreover, the applause more or less contained the meaning of relief. He delayed it for too long, causing the stomachs of others to starve.

As soon as he walked to Ravenclaw's table, Hoffa felt a sword-like gaze.

Following his gaze, in the corner, Aglaia folded his arms, his blue ghostly eyes were full of coldness and anger.

Now that the matter was over, Hoffa didn't want to worry about anything with her at this time. He found the diagonal and sat at the position farthest from Aglaia on the long table.

Not long after Hoffa left, Miranda also sat on the high stool. The only difference was that Vice Principal Goshack put a hat on her himself, without any intention of avoiding suspicion.

It didn't take long for the hat to call out Ravenclaw, and she was also assigned to Ravenclaw.

Miranda took off her hat indifferently, and sat across from Hoffa: "It seems that we are still classmates."

"yes."

Seeing Miranda coming, Hoffa felt a little better.

Anyway, there are not all people like Aglaia in this academy, it is enough for me to stay away from her.

Thirty minutes later, the sorting ended.

...

Professor Gorshack put away the parchment and tapped the bar stool casually with his wand.

The stool and hat disappeared simultaneously.

He turned around and sat back at the teaching staff seat.

Hoffa was so hungry that he remembered that he only had a little snack today. The same goes for everyone else, surrounded by the sound of gurgling hungry bellies.

But it wasn't over yet. In the middle of the faculty bench, the principal, Armando Dippet, stood up.

The moment he stood up, there was a lot of fire around him, and the whole hall was brightly lit.

(Hoffa complained secretly in his heart, what an old man who pays attention to pomp.)

He glanced around for a week with sinister eyes, coughed, and said solemnly:

"First of all, I would like to emphasize to you the historical rules. If you wander around at night without permission, you will be placed in school for observation immediately. If you commit a second offense, you will be expelled immediately. If you enter the Forbidden Forest without permission, once discovered, your wand will be destroyed immediately and you will be expelled. Keeping illegal creatures in captivity without permission , one month of hard work..."

Armando talked endlessly for nearly ten minutes, all about various rules.

"Oh My God……."

Hoffa covered his face with his hands, and sighed again why he traveled to 1938. Compared with Dumbledore's time, Hogwarts at this time is almost like an electrotherapy school for Internet addiction.

Finally, the rules are over.

Armando Dippet coughed twice: "There are some new changes this year. Due to the tense situation in the magic world in various European countries, the Ministry of Magic has set up a special teleportation point in the school hunting ground. , go to a special area for special Auror training."

After speaking, the old headmaster sat down.

Immediately there was a uniform applause at the dining table.

Hoffa also applauded behind him, gaining a better understanding of the current situation of Hogwarts in his heart.

No wonder it is so strict, and it probably has something to do with the upcoming World War II. Indeed, in the era when Harry was born, the world was peaceful and there were no major changes. No one said anything about eating and dying, and the school can be very relaxed.

But in this day and age, it may be that you are not waiting for death, but looking for death.

After applauding, there was a crisp sound of jingle bells.

Suddenly, a lot of food appeared on the plate in front of Hoffa.

All are appetizers, fresh meat, crab meat, foie gras jelly, assorted iced fruits, Russian black caviar, and various fresh juices.

Hoffa imitated the appearance of the seniors around him, and quickly took a little.

The taste is very delicious. Increases appetite.

After a few minutes, the contents of the plate disappeared.

Then came the staple food, roast beef, fried lamb chops, grilled pork chops, London steak, chicken wings, baked cauliflower with milk, baked lobster with milk, cabbage, mashed potatoes, croissants, muffins...

There are so many types that Hoffa can't count them all. It is said that British cooks are not good, but this time opened his eyes. I'm afraid that all the house elves at Hogwarts are invited from abroad.

After eating, the previous serious atmosphere slowly disappeared, and people around started talking and laughing.

While eating, Hoffa listened to the seniors next to him talk about various news, from Quidditch to national affairs, from lace news to celebrities in the wizarding world.

Eat with relish, and listen with relish.

Moreover, these seniors of Ravenclaw have their own opinions when they speak, and they really deserve to be the wisest college.

Ghosts also came out from every corner of the castle. Hoffa didn't see the Peeves he wanted to see the most, but saw a female ghost in long robes. She was beautiful and wore a crown from Ravenclaw's. Floating across the table, greeted the others very gracefully.

She is the female ghost of Ravenclaw, Helena Ravenclaw.

She is also the daughter of the four founders, Rowena Ravenclaw.

Commonly known as Ms. Gray.

She is very eye-catching and is the most beautiful ghost in Hogwarts.

Ravenclaw would be good, too, Hoffa thought, cutting off a chop of lamb.

After eating the staple food, there are soups again, such as thick chicken soup with mushrooms, creamy tomato soup, French lamb onion, and oxtail soup.

Seeing these foods, Hoffa felt a little regretful that he was stuffed too full with the staple food.

The students can eat very well, but the professors on the teaching staff are relatively indifferent. Hoffa saw that in the middle of the banquet, Principal Armando Dippet left, and Vice-Principal Gosak followed behind him. The two seemed to have something to discuss, with serious expressions on their faces.

Hoffa asked Miranda, "What did your grandpa teach?"

Miranda sipped the fruit juice lightly and said, "He is the head of Ravenclaw House and he teaches spells. Let me remind you, never play against him in class."

Head of Ravenclaw, Hoffa was dumbfounded.

This old man looks stricter than Professor McGonagall, I'm afraid some people will suffer in the future.

After finishing the soup, dessert appeared on the plate again.

Jelly, creme brulee, apple pancakes, mousse, and rum-flavored ice cream.

Hoffa couldn't eat anymore, so he could only hold his stomach up with difficulty, and took some rum ice cream. I thought that I must restrain myself at the next banquet.

After eating, a familiar figure stood up on the teaching staff.

A younger version of Dumbledore.

As soon as he stood up, the students began to applaud enthusiastically.

This applause was much more sincere than when Principal Armando Dippet spoke. Dumbledore's popularity is very high no matter what time of day it is.

Dumbledore knocked on the cup and said with a smile: "The prefects will take their students back to the lounge later, but before that, we have one more important thing to do."

The students of the Fourth Academy clapped their hands and laughed, "Sing, sing!"

Gryffindor booed the most enthusiastically, and the Ravenclaw students also smiled.

Miranda whispered to Hoffa, "He's the greatest transfiguration teacher ever. He can turn into hundreds of animals."

Hoffa didn't know this, and he asked in surprise, "Really?"

"Of course, he helped write Agmanis' bill." It was a senior next to him who answered him.

On the teaching bench, Dumbledore waved his wand.

The remaining juice in all the student glasses suddenly turned into ribbons and burst out.

A student who was about to drink juice was caught off guard by the ribbon and burst out laughing.

Dumbledore: "Ready! Sing!"

Then all the teachers and students sang loudly:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

Please teach us knowledge,

Whether we are bald old men

Or a child with a broken knee,

our minds can accept

some interesting things

'Cause now the brain is empty and full of air

...

Hoffa couldn't sing, but he also shook his head and shook his legs to the song.

After the singing, the atmosphere of the scene reached its climax.

Dumbledore opened his arms and said loudly amidst warm applause: "Don't forget that even in the most difficult times there is magic and music to accompany you."

 ….

After the banquet was over, the four prefects led the students out of the hall and walked to their respective lounges.

Speaking of it, Hoffa knew the Gryffindor lounge the best, perhaps better than some old students, but he didn't know the Ravenclaw lounge at all.

Their prefect was an old acquaintance, someone Hoffa knew very well.

Filius Flitwick.

So much so that Hoffa called out his name the first time he saw him, but this little prefect was taken aback.

He now has a clean face, no beard, and looks handsome, about the height of Indra. A few years later, he became the head of Ravenclaw and taught Harry Potter. Is a good-natured man.

As Flitwick walked, he explained the history of Ravenclaw to the novice.

"Our college was founded by Rowena Ravenclaw, which symbolizes the wind among the four elements. The symbolic animal is the eagle. Of course, the place where the eagle lives will not be too short. If any of you have inconvenient legs and feet, I miss you I'd better go see the school doctor first."

People around laughed lightly.

But soon, they stopped laughing.

Hoffa walked higher and higher with Prefect Flitwick, and the magic steps under his feet were constantly changing positions, helping them move higher and higher like building blocks.

Finally, when they came to the top floor of Ravenclaw Tower, some newcomers with fear of heights did not dare to look down, because only sporadic fires could be seen below.

Hoffa estimated that the tower was at least 300 meters high... He felt dizzy looking at it. God knows how long it would have been if it hadn't been for the stairs to help.

Flitwick laughed and said, "Rule 1 of Ravenclaw 75, don't throw things down the tower casually."

The freshman laughed a few times in cooperation.

The prefect led the shivering novice across a not-so-wide air bridge, and a group of people came to a huge portrait of a knight.

The armored knight in the portrait bends down slowly, and next to the portrait is a statue of an eagle standing on a copper ring.

Seeing everyone coming, the eagle spread its blue metal wings and asked.

[Abandoning me or blending with me will surely lead to death, but I am the source of life in your body]

Flitwick stepped aside: "There is no password for the Ravenclaw lounge. You must answer the statue's question before you can enter the lounge."

The freshmen lowered their heads, and everyone was thinking about the statue's question.

At this time, there was a chuckle in the crowd, and the silver-haired girl Aglaia said proudly: "It's too simple, the answer is water."

All the students around showed expressions of understanding and reverence.

Flitwick snapped his fingers.

"Accurate, but it's a pity that I'm not a professor, so I can't give you extra points."

The metal eagle closed its wings.

The knight straightened up, and the portrait slowly opened, revealing the blue corridor hidden behind.

Hoffa sighed. He saw something of Hermione in the silver-haired girl.

They are the kind of smart and proud people.

Walking into the lounge, this is a large circular room. There are some soft cushions on the floor, and a few seats.

There were elegant arched windows on the walls, hung with blue and bronze silks that fluttered in the wind, and Hoffa could see the stars at night from the windows, as if the lights were dotted in the sky. There are also misty distant mountains in the distance, stretching as far as the eye can see, and the wind sweeping through the light milky white clouds, these seem so quiet and peaceful.

The ceiling is a dome with stars on it and on the dark blue carpet below. There are tables, chairs, bookshelves, and a white marble bust of Rowena Ravenclaw in an alcove opposite the door. A door next to the statue leads to the dormitories above.

The environment is very quiet.

Some senior students sat cross-legged on cushions on the ground, some were reading books, some were playing chess, and some simply closed their eyes to rest their minds, possibly meditating.

Seeing the freshmen coming, the seniors just nodded slightly, and then went on with their own business.

Hoffa went to the window, looked at the starry sky outside the window, and blew the breeze while leaning on the railing. The air smelled of honeysuckle at night. For a while, Milarepa's meditation method started to work automatically.

Without rejecting this instinctive feeling, Hoffa sat down on the cushion by the window. Started my own meditation.

He felt that maybe the Sorting Hat made the most suitable decision for him.

Between breaths, his fingers coiled into weird postures.

His spirit spread like a spider's web in Ravenclaw's tower, but it was only confined to the lounge. Whenever he tried to extend his spirit out of the public outdoors, he only came into contact with endless darkness. I don't know if it's because of his lack of energy or if there is a magical barrier here.

During the meditation, he could not feel the passage of time. By the time he finished his meditation, the people around him had almost left.

But there are two more.

Miranda sat on the rug by the bookshelf, reading by the magic light.

And the girl named Aglaia sat on the chair and wrote and drew. I don't know what to write, the parchment is densely packed.

Seeing Hoffa get up, Aglaia glanced at him coldly, and sneered indiscernibly.

Miranda closed the book and stood up with Hoffa.

The two walked to the fork in the male and female dormitories,

Miranda suddenly asked in a low voice, "Did you offend Aglaia?"

Hoffa muttered, "If evasion is considered an offense, yes."

Miranda chuckled: "Then you'll have to suffer, Veela is a very vengeful creature."

"What?" Hoffa was slightly shocked, "She's a Veela?"

"It's not a pure Veela, but it definitely has Veela blood. Drasses is a French surname, and she is very similar to you in this regard."

After finishing speaking, she said good night and walked into the girls' dormitory. "

Hoffa got into the boys' dormitory.

The dormitory was on the top floor of the tower. There were four four-poster beds in the room, and his roommates were already fast asleep.

A dark blue velvet curtain hung beside the bed, and his own backpack was placed beside the bed.

Hoffa undressed and went to bed, but there was a little doubt in his heart.

Why didn't that silver-haired girl go to Beauxbatons, but came to England to study?