As soon as Professor McGonagall left, the crowd erupted into chatter. The first-years excitedly exchanged ideas, guessing how the sorting would work and which house they wanted to be in.
"Do you think we'll be sorted into Ravenclaw?" Hermione nudged Ye Ting and asked anxiously.
Though proud, the young girl still felt uneasy in the face of this unfamiliar magical world.
"Of course," Ye Ting encouraged her firmly. "I've heard that Hogwarts has a talking hat. When first-years put it on, it sorts them into the right house based on their personality traits."
"But what if my personality isn't suitable for Ravenclaw?" Hermione felt even more uneasy after hearing that.
In fact, in the original story, the Sorting Hat deemed Hermione suitable for both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, but ultimately chose to place her in Gryffindor.
Which meant Hermione was indeed suitable for Ravenclaw.
But to prevent any unexpected outcomes, Ye Ting still told her about the method of influencing the Sorting Hat's decision.
"I've heard of a way: a strong desire can change the Sorting Hat's mind," Ye Ting suggested. "If you express a strong desire to join a particular house, the Sorting Hat will consider your preference."
Hermione nodded half-skeptically, feeling slightly reassured.
But on the other side, Ron interrupted.
"Why do you want to join Ravenclaw? Trust me, Gryffindor is the best house." he said loudly, immediately drawing the attention of the surrounding first-years.
His words were like stirring a hornet's nest, and he was instantly overwhelmed in various rebuttlas.
Some first-years loudly disagreed, insisting that Slytherin was the best house, while others argued for Ravenclaw. The little wizards who favored Gryffindor loudly supported Ron.
The scene was as noisy as a market.
Ye Ting took Hermione away from the center of the crowd, finally escaping the loud first-years.
"Don't talk to fools; it's contagious." he said.
Hermione chuckled at his words, feeling much less tense.
The noise continued for some time, but suddenly, it turned into high-pitched screams.
The screams, like those from a horror movie scene, caught Ye Ting and Hermione's attention.
They turned to look, and the smile on the young girl's face immediately disappeared. Her mouth gaped open, and she almost screamed too.
This was no longer "like" a horror movie scene; it "was" a horror movie scene.
Suddenly, over twenty ghosts appeared on the walls. These pearl-white, translucent spirits glided across the room, whispering to each other and paying little attention to the first-years. They seemed to be arguing about something.
Compared to the frightened first-years, Ye Ting was much calmer. Instead, he was fascinated by the physical state of these ghosts.
Because across various works with magical worldviews, only the ghosts in "Harry Potter" possess normal minds and are not influenced by negative emotions. Besides being difficult to affect physical matter, a characteristic different from humans, they possess a thinking pattern largely similar to ordinary people and even have their own society. In contrast, ghosts in other worldviews are either intellectually inferior and unable to think, harbor hatred and have vastly different thinking patterns from humans, or desire reincarnation and have no attachment to reality, lacking too many emotions. In summary, they tend to be inhuman existences.
Unfortunately, he currently lacked both the ability and sufficient knowledge to study ghosts, but he was determined to conduct a comparative study of these ghosts one day.
For now, Ye Ting had to softly comfort the nervous Hermione. Girls were always afraid of things like ghosts.
Then, they heard the ghosts conversing with the first-years.
"First-years!" A plump monk smiled at them. "I suppose you're ready for the test?"
Some students nodded silently.
"I hope you'll be sorted into Hufflepuff!" said the monk. "I attended that house."
"Now, move forward," a sharp voice said. "The sorting ceremony will begin soon."
Professor McGonagall returned. The ghosts floated away in single file, disappearing through the opposite wall.
"Now, line up in a single file," Professor McGonagall instructed the first-years. "Follow me."
Following the crowd, Ye Ting passed through a double door and entered a luxurious dining hall.
They had never imagined such a magical, magnificent place. The other students from different houses were already seated around four long tables. Above the tables, thousands of candles floating in mid-air illuminated the hall. The tables were adorned with gleaming gold plates and goblets. At the head of the hall was another long table for the teachers.
Professor McGonagall led the first-years there and lined them up facing the older students, with the teachers behind them.
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