Hearing another scream in front, Maka tiptoed and looked forward.

On one side of the wall, there were suddenly more than 20 Pearl White and translucent human virtual shadows. Maka looked carefully. It was probably a group of ghosts.

They talked to each other and slid lightly over the room. Maka vaguely heard the word "Pipi ghost".

"... I said, what are you doing here?" a ghost in a round wrinkled collar tights seemed to have just found the freshmen below.

"Freshmen!" another chubby friar smiled at them. "I think it's probably ready for the test?"

Some students nodded silently and no one spoke.

"I hope you can get Hufflepuff!" said the friar. "I used to go to that college."

"Now move forward," said a shrill voice next to the friar. "The division ceremony will begin soon."

Professor McGonagall came back. The ghosts floated through the opposite wall and disappeared in front of everyone one by one.

"Now, line up in a single line," Professor McGonagall said to the freshmen. "Follow me."

Maka was at the back of the line, and after a while, she followed the students in front of her and left the room - there's no way. Who let him be behind from the beginning?

This is the restaurant in Hogwarts. Students of other grades have sat around four long tables. Thousands of candles float over the long table out of thin air, illuminating the whole restaurant.

On the four tables were glittering gold plates and tall glasses. The seniors looked at their freshmen and whispered about which would go to their college and which might not.

On the table at the top of the restaurant is another long table, which is the seat of teachers. Professor McGonagall led them there and lined them up facing all the elders, while the teachers stood quietly behind them.

The candlelight in the air was beating and flashing slightly, which reflected the faces of the senior students a little white. The ghosts I saw just now were also mixed with them, flashing a faint silver light. Everyone looked at this side.

Maka looked bored at the enchanted ceiling above her head. The dark background was dotted with countless twinkling stars. It was unreal and true in the light magic smoke - he even found several familiar constellations on it.

"There was magic, and it looked like the sky outside. I read it in Hogwarts, a school history." Maka vaguely heard a slight voice not far away, which sounded like Hermione.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four legged stool in front of the freshmen. Maka took her eyes back from the ceiling and fell in front of her. He saw Professor McGonagall put another pointed Wizard Hat on the stool. The hat was patched, worn and dirty. To be honest, the thought of putting the hat on his head later made him feel sick all over.

Seeing that the branch hat was put down, the faint voice in the restaurant immediately became silent. They all knew that the important play was coming.

Sure enough, the hat twisted a few times, a crease opened and closed like a mouth, and it began to sing.

"You may think I'm not beautiful, but don't judge people by their appearance. If you can find a more beautiful hat than me, I can eat myself."

At this, Maka's mouth twitched.

"You can make your bowler hat black and shiny, and your high silk hat smooth and crisp. I'm a magic hat for Hogwarts test, which is naturally superior to your hat..."

The branch hat kept singing in an ugly tone, but Maka had already turned her eyes to the ceiling. That was much more interesting.

It was not until everyone began to clap their hands that Maka came back to her senses and took a few photos. Several new students who had been familiar with themselves were already discussing with the students around her.

"Maybe I can go to Gryffindor," a little boy with long black hair next to Marca said in a low voice. "My father said, I've always been brave. I swallowed a whole frober caterpillar raw when I was a child!"

"Is your name bell greers?" Marca swallowed hard.

"Who's that? My last name is Connor, Michael Connor. You can call me Mike." the little boy Michael tilted his head.

As they were chatting, Professor McGonagall took two steps forward and gently unfolded a roll of parchment in his hand.

"Whoever I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool and wait for the division." she said, "Hannah EBO!"

A little girl with red cheeks and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a branch hat. The hat was obviously too big for her and covered her eyes all at once.

Maka looked at the rash little girl and thought it was really funny.

She sat down, and after a while, she heard the branch hat shouting in a long tone, "Hufflepuff --!"

The people at the right table applauded Hannah and welcomed her to sit at their table, and the ghost of the fat friar at the long table waved to her happily.

"Susan burns."

"Hufflepuff --!" the hat shouted in a different tone. Susan ran quickly to Hannah and sat down.

The branch continued, and the hat skillfully changed one strange tune after another. It seemed that every semester was thinking about these boring things to pass the time.

Not surprisingly, Harry's trio was assigned to Gryffindor college, which represents courage and spirit; Anthony and Lisa met on the train were assigned to Ravenclaw, and of course Ernie was assigned to hutchpatch.

Michael, who swallowed the flebber caterpillar alive next to Maka, did not go to Gryffindor as he thought, but was also assigned to Ravenclaw college. It can be seen that he is actually a little unwilling.

"Marca McLean."

Finally, it was her turn. Maka immediately walked forward and picked up the branch hat. After hesitation, she covered it on her head like a life.

"Well... It seems that you are reluctant?" the branch hat twisted and said discontentedly.

"In fact, I prefer you to take a bath." Marca doesn't deny it. He estimates that the hat can roughly read his thoughts. It's best to tell the truth.

"Well, I think so, but I can't climb to the bathroom by myself, can I?" the branch hat twisted again, and the tip of the upright hat drooped sadly. "But every headmaster can't think of such a thing. They are too busy."

After a little complaint, it regained its original vitality and muttered to itself.

"Well, ah, it's very difficult, very difficult," said the sorting hat. "You should go to La Wanger, in principle, where the atmosphere can make you absorb the essence of knowledge more fully, but your cleverness and general view can be cultivated more thoroughly in Slytherin."

"Where are Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?" Marca asked curiously.

"Ah? Gryffindor! Do you think it's possible?" the branch hat asked directly in a strange tone.

"Well, in fact, I think so..." Maka curled her mouth and said helplessly.

At this time, the branch hat suddenly twisted itself, rubbed the wide brim with the tip of the hat, and then said while thinking, "well, hutchpatch, yes, yes, yes... You have to go there. This should be the most correct choice."

After that, he didn't wait for Maka to speak, so he directly opened his voice and shouted, "hucky patch --!"

With a puzzled look on her face, Maka put her hat back on the four legged stool, walked to Hufflepuff's long table with her head full of doubts, and took her seat amid the applause of the seniors.

"Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is - fool! Cry! Residue! Twist!" Maka stops talking to a tall senior, looks up at Dumbledore who is talking, "thank you!"

When Dumbledore sat down again, everyone began to clap.

"What do you mean?" Maka turned her head and asked the senior students around her.

"I don't know. Maybe the professor is just showing his sense of humor." the senior shrugged and said he didn't understand. "Just follow the music. Don't care too much."

At this time, a large amount of food suddenly appeared in the empty gold plate on the long table. Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chop, lamb chop, sausage, steak, boiled potato, roast potato, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea seedlings, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce and soup are dazzling.

"What's this?" Marca reached over a plate. "Mint candy?"

"Professor Dumbledore likes this recently," the senior explained in a vague voice as he chewed down the meat on the lamb chop. "He always shares his favorite sweets and drinks with everyone."

Maka shrugged and pushed the plate of mints away.

"Marca, aren't you hungry?" Ernie asked, looking curiously at Marca's small mouthful of roast beef.

"Oh, actually I don't eat a lot." Maka smiled. Obviously, while ensuring that he didn't eat so ugly, he bet his efficiency on speed.

"Let me see Ernie, he's keeping his demeanor!" a careless looking schoolgirl smiled and joked about Maka.

"Aha! I've been seen through by my sister," said Maka, not annoyed at all. Instead, she joked, "otherwise, how can I let you talk to me? I mean, a beautiful woman like my sister."

The schoolgirl didn't expect that she was teased by Maka. Her cheeks turned red when she was caught off guard, but she still said bravely: "Oh, that's good. Your little boyfriend, schoolgirl, I have a reservation!"

"Oh! Charlotte, you are finally ready to get married!" another girl nearby laughed and teased her, as if she were her good friend.

In the roar of the students around, Charlotte couldn't resist any more. She quickly lowered her head, forked a piece of baked potato from her plate and put it into her mouth. Her beautiful face looked even redder.