I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Hagrid raised one huge fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.

The door opened in response, and Sean saw a tall witch in an emerald green robe. Just as he had imagined, the other was a serious and temperamental person.

"Professor McGonagall, the new students have arrived." Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid, leave it to me here."

Professor McGonagall led the little wizards to an empty room. After introducing the four major colleges of Hogwarts, she scanned the little wizards present with stern eyes.

"The sorting ceremony will be held later, I suggest you take care of yourselves and be more energetic."

Whether it was Harry, Neville or Malfoy, they unconsciously lowered their heads under her gaze, and they were all looking at themselves for any inappropriate things.

Hermione tried her best to meet Professor McGonagall's eyes, as if to show that she was ready.

When Professor McGonagall walked out of the room, she immediately turned her head to Sean beside her and asked nervously, "Please take a look for me, I always feel that my robe is worn backwards."

Sean looked at the girl carefully, and then smiled: "You look great, Hermione."

When the girl breathed a sigh of relief, the little wizards all started whispering.

"George and Fred said we need to fight a giant monster." Ron's face turned pale.

Harry was not much better, he pulled down his collar and said, "My godfather said that the sorting ceremony needs to cast three complete spells, and you also need to find the treasure hidden in the secret place of the castle. Performance ratings..."

Now, the crowd became even more noisy, and many freshmen prayed with bloodless faces.

Malfoy snorted proudly as he stood on a small step leading his valet.

What a bunch of ignorant guys.

However, just as he was about to speak, he happened to meet the smiling Xiao En.

Sean smiled and waved his hands, as if greeting a friend, Malfoy turned pale, and abruptly held back what he was about to say.

"Sean, will the sorting ceremony be scary? If it doesn't pass, will they expel me? God..." Here, Hermione's face turned pale.

"Of course not," Sean comforted in a low voice. "Before we came here, we had been scrambled by two magic schools. How could Hogwarts expel a wizard so easily?"

When the freshmen were worried, suddenly several people screamed loudly.

From the wall behind them suddenly appeared a score or so ghosts. These pearly white, translucent ghosts glide across the room, whispering to each other, paying little attention to the first-year students.

Only a fat monk ghost greeted them: "New students? I hope you can get a Hufflepuff!"

When the ghosts passed through the wall again, Malfoy muttered angrily.

"Damn it, don't you have any rules?!" He had just bumped into a ghost, his face was pale, "Numergarde wouldn't let these things go through the castle wantonly, damn it, I should be in my Papa insists on going to Nurmengard!"

"Nurmengard does not have a ghost, because its first headmaster is still alive." Harry's strange voice came from the side.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes: "I've seen you before, the one who sells shampoo at home... Pot? Someone who can't even get an admission notice from Nurmengard, it must make you happy to find a place to learn magic Bar?"

"At least I won't stand on Hogwarts grounds and step on my own school feet." Harry retorted.

Both of them took a step forward. Neville and Ron glanced at Crabbe and Goyle with fierce expressions. Although their faces were a little pale,

But he still stood behind his friend.

"Don't get angry, we are going to be classmates for seven years. Come on, Draco, I apologize first, and we will be friends from now on." Sean stood up and said with a smile. When the Malfoy trio saw him, they couldn't help but He took a step back.

Of course, this is not Sean's main purpose, his hearing is not bad, if I guess correctly...

Professor McGonagall opened the door and walked in. Her voice was stern: "I don't want anyone to pack up and go home before sorting."

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the audience, and gave some approving glances when he saw Sean.

"Now, stand in single file and follow me."

Xiao En snickered, no matter where he is, the teacher likes students like him. Although it is just a trivial matter, how much does it add up?

He has always been thinking about his 8-point Transfiguration talent.

After following Professor McGonagall through the luxurious and elegant foyer, they stepped into the luxurious Hogwarts auditorium.

"Wow..." The freshmen all let out a low voice.

Students from other grades of the school sat around four long tables, and the two-color flags representing each college were hung high in the air. At the same time, thousands of floating candles lit the auditorium brightly, and the gold plates and goblets on the tables also shone in the firelight.

The most eye-catching thing is the dome of the auditorium. In the middle of the towering marble extending from all sides, the black velvet ceiling is dotted with starlight, just like the starry night they saw when they landed.

Sean heard Hermione whisper, "It's enchanted, it looks like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

Professor McGonagall led them to the teacher's long table in front of them, and made them stand in a row facing the senior students.

She brought over a tall stool with a tattered pointed wizard hat on it. The hat had been patched several times and looked dirty.

"The sorting hat hasn't been washed for thousands of years..." Sean had an idea.

All eyes were on the hat, and then it grinned and began to sing in a strange voice:

You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge a book by its cover,

...

Because I am a thinking magic hat!

After the Sorting Hat sang, there was thunderous applause in the auditorium, and Sean even saw a pair of red-haired twins stand up and whistle a few times.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief beside him, and whispered to him, "It turns out that you only need to wear this hat, it scared me to death..."

Professor McGonagall stood beside the four-corner stool, holding a stack of parchments in his hand.

"Next, whoever's name I call will sit on the stool, put on the sorting hat, and wait for the sorting," she pushed her glasses and called out the first name.

"Hannah Abbott."

Sean: It's okay...