AWB Chapter 914: Opening Ceremony
Chapter 914: Opening Ceremony
After using blatant threats to get Gryffindor out of the Sorting Hat, Martin and Ma Wu swaggered to the Gryffindor seat.
Just like the freshmen before them, the seventh grade male and female class leaders patted them on the shoulders and gestured for them to find a seat at the end.
Martin walked past a row of seniors with his hands behind his back, and greeted each of them in a very professional manner: "Hello, comrades." "Comrades, you have worked hard." "Comrades, you have a tan."
That is to say, Martin looks younger. If he were a normal freshman, even the adored Harry Potter, he would be caught and stuck under the tree after the free time, even though he can't do anything to you now.
However, despite their young age, most Hogwarts students only began to learn the blasting spell in the third grade, and even in the fourth grade, only a small number of students could use the blasting spell as skillfully as Martin.
He wouldn't start learning magic as soon as he could talk, right?
…Although most teachers and students began to wonder in their hearts whether the remaining Sorting Hat was real or fake, the Sorting Ceremony had to go on, especially since it was soon Harry Potter's turn.
"Harry Potter!"
Because of the strict discipline at Hogwarts Military Academy today, the students from the four colleges did not make any noise, but everyone seemed to stretch their necks a little longer, wanting to see Harry Potter more clearly.
About two or three minutes later, Harry was sorted into Gryffindor without a doubt.
After a few more people, it was Ron's turn. The hem of his robe was piled up in his arms, making a huge ball. It looked like there was enough space to hide a boy about his age.
That is, when Ma Wu split the Sorting Hat into two helmets, he stopped changing his robes. Otherwise, by this time, Ron probably would not have been able to hold him.
In fact, the current situation was very strenuous for Ron. The huge piece of cloth not only blocked his vision, but also made his center of gravity unstable, causing him to stagger when he walked.
However, as the number of freshmen in the team has decreased, Ron has already been very conspicuous, so he will not attract extra attention at this time.
Ron wanted to show off, so he didn't leave the yellow-skinned rat on the train with his luggage, but carried it on his head when he reported in. Now the rat, which was bigger and fatter than before, didn't understand his owner's difficulties at all, squatted on his head and grabbed his hair, not only raising Ron's center of gravity, but also pulling Ron's hair when he swayed.
But thanks to the fact that it always pulled his hair in the opposite direction, Ron was able to keep his balance until now instead of falling headfirst.
Unfortunately, this kind of balance still has its limits. During the shaking process, a corner of the robe fell from Ron's arms to the ground, but Ron didn't notice it and stepped on it.
Of course, this caused him to fall flat on his face, but he fell on the pile of robes, so it didn't hurt. The yellow mouse was thrown out and slid across the floor, spinning at Mag's feet.
Finally, someone couldn't help laughing out loud, but there was a pig's grunt mixed in the laughter, and the sound came from a freshman in Slytherin.
"Get up, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall finally regained her serious and rigid state of business, and did not ask Ron why he looked like he had just escaped from the tailor shop by stealing a half-finished robe.
Ron, with a blushing face, also got the answer of Gryffindor after putting on the Sorting Hat.
The six children of the Weasley family are all Gryffindors, and the seventh one will be so in the future. This shows that although the Weasley family is poor, they have their own family traditions.
Ron was the second to last. When he ran to sit next to Harry Potter, the last one, Blaise Zabini, was sorted into Slytherin. Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment list, picked up the Sorting Hat and left.
Dumbledore stood up and said, "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. They are: Idiot! Crybaby! Scum! Twist!"
"What is he talking about?" Harry whispered to Ron.
He wanted to ask if Dumbledore was a madman, but as a headmaster who trained students to be soldiers, Harry didn't think Dumbledore was crazy.
Since Ron didn't know the answer, Martin answered his question casually: "Let's have dinner now. Everyone, eat, drink and have fun."
"Really?" Harry was curious. "Is this an ancient wizard language?"
Hermione, who was sitting opposite him, stretched out her hand and pointed downward, motioning Harry to lower his head.
Harry looked down and saw that the dining table, which had been empty of gold plates when he had arrived, was now piled high with food: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steak, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, chips, Yorkshire puddings, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and even mint candies.
It turns out that those strange words of Dumbledore were the spell that conjured up these foods.
The sounds of adjusting chairs could be heard one after another. Apparently, everyone had received the order to "start eating". The originally quiet auditorium suddenly became noisy.
Harry also started eating, but as he ate he asked, "Is this also made by magic?"
"No." Martin was sitting next to him, and next to Martin was a senior student, who answered Harry's question: "Although wizards can transform objects or create items through magic, this process is not unlimited and must follow Gamp's basic laws of transfiguration. The first is that wizards cannot conjure food out of thin air."
"As for these foods, they were all prepared in a kitchen not far from here. The headmaster used a summoning spell to move them out."
"No wonder it's all cold." Martin, who was sandwiched between the two men, said with disdain. The table looked like a feast for these students, but not so good for him. It was either grilled meat, barbecued meat, or potatoes.
This is Britain, and it's a colder and more food-scarce Britain than the previous version.
The same thing happened to Ma Wu on the opposite side. He only took some French fries with ketchup, and out of curiosity, he took a piece of Yorkshire pudding - it was called pudding, but it was actually a small cake with gravy.
In Ma Wu's eyes, the rest of the food was too greasy, and the vegetarian food was too vegetarian, so he had no interest in eating it.
"Are you an exchange student from China?" An old student asked Martin, "What do Chinese people eat?"
"Then I'll show you." Martin picked up the assault wand and recited a long string of 'self-created spells':
"Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, sauce chicken, bacon, pine flower, tripe, dried meat, sausage, assorted Su plate, smoked chicken tripe, steamed eight-treasure pig, glutinous rice stuffed duck, jarred pheasant, jarred quail, braised assorted items, braised goose, ..., braised lentils, boiled edamame, stir-fried cowpea, plus pickled kohlrabi!"
Although it is impossible to generate food out of thin air, it is possible to transform existing food into another kind of food. Moreover, Martin's "Transfiguration" is beyond the control of Gamp's basic Transfiguration Law.
As Martin used the classic lines as a spell, in a blink of an eye, all the dishes on the table were turned over, replaced by new dishes with more quantity and more exquisite shapes, all over the long table.
"Jiji!" The rabbit next to Huibara Ai made eye contact with the spicy rabbit head on the table, and then fell backwards as if frightened, with its two front paws resting on its chest.
However, after it fell down, it quietly opened one eye and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to it.
Apparently after following Martin for so long, even Rabbit has learned to act weird.
But at the moment, no one really cares about the little rabbit, everyone's attention is on the food in front of them.
"So cool." A student exclaimed: "Are you really here to study? Are you here to teach?" "He is not even as high as the podium."
"I've never seen Professor McGonagall do that."
The table next to Gryffindor was occupied by Hufflepuffs. A Hufflepuff student heard the noise and noticed that the people next to him were having a great time. He turned around and asked, "What are you eating? Why does it look so much better than ours?"
No wonder today's freshmen are all trying their best to run to Gryffindor. There are also three exchange students, but they are treated differently!
"Haha! You gluttons, are you too greedy?" A Gryffindor senior mocked and then turned to remind the freshmen: "Avoid the Hufflepuffs when you eat next time, especially on Wednesday and Friday dinners. These guys are famous for eating a lot after every physical education class, and they often steal other people's food!"
…After eating and drinking to their heart’s content, the seniors who did not have a strong appetite began to take an interest in the freshmen.
A dozen senior schoolmates surrounded Huihara Ai and Ma Wu, asking them questions. Some of them were bold enough to touch and pinch Rabbit. It was not until one of the witches who had never seen the Pokémon encyclopedia reached out her hand to Rabbit's ear and was punched away by Rabbit that their enthusiasm faded away.
Martin's popularity was about the same as Harry's, or even more people were surrounding Harry, and some people were very interested in the heavy sniper wand Harry was carrying. Ron's three brothers surrounded their brother in a "skirt".
"Ron, what the hell are your clothes? And what animal is this?" Percy pointed at Pikachu: "Where's Scabbers?"
Banban: "I'm right here. Do you think I look like I used to be?"
Ron couldn't explain the clothes, but he did have something to say about Scabbers: "It is Scabbers. I used the spell Fred taught me and succeeded in turning it into this."
Although between 'I used the spell' and 'it turned out like this' there was also 'the spell failed and Martin helped me achieve it', Ron was also vain and he shamelessly pretended to be so.
"What? Are you sure?" Fred, one of the Weasley twins, was surprised. He looked at George and said, "We just made up that spell."
George: "Could it be that we are geniuses who accidentally created our own spells?"
The twins looked at each other and simultaneously and quickly pulled out their wands, both of which were traditional wands that looked a bit old: "Sunshine, grapes, and rainbows, turn this guy into a heartthrob." "Swamp, toad, swill bucket, turn this guy into an ugly monster."
Bang! Bang! Fireballs appeared on both of their wands. It was an unnatural heat release phenomenon caused by the conflict between the wrong magic power. Then the fireballs sprayed on each other's faces. The twins were knocked down in opposite directions.
Percy was an outlier in the Weasley family. He had no sense of humor and could not understand the meaning of his twin brothers' performance to make others laugh. He just thought his brothers were a pair of idiots. Then Percy stared at Ron seriously: "Ron, you are not lying?"
"No, Percy, it's really Scabbers," said Ron quickly. "Scabbers, you still know Percy, right?"
However, Scabbers deliberately refused to cooperate with him, turned his head and pretended to be dead. As long as Percy continued to question its identity, it could be changed back.
"Look at this lazy look, it is exactly like Scabbers." However, Percy believed it even more and nodded. Then he repeated to Ron to take good care of Scabbers.
Scabbers was originally Percy's pet, until Percy became the fifth grade prefect and their father rewarded Percy with an owl, and then Scabbers was eliminated and became Ron's pet.
Martin strolled over at some point and heard what Percy said to Ron. He then reached out and suddenly grabbed the yellow mouse: "So, this mouse has also been in Gryffindor for five years? Hi, senior."
While holding the yellow mouse by the scruff of its neck, he greeted it hypocritically.
"Of course I'm a senior. When I graduated from Gryffindor, your parents hadn't even given birth to you yet!" Peter Pettigrew, who was trapped in the body of the yellow mouse, thought angrily, and then simply used the power he had used once before: "Pika-Chu!"
This time he was obviously more skilled than last time. Bright lightning flashed from his red cheeks and hit Martin. He believed that if he used this ability to make the kid suffer, the kid would change himself back.
Swish! In the next instant, a furry fist stopped in front of the tip of the yellow-skinned mouse's nose. The wind from the fist not only blew away the electric current, but also blew the yellow-skinned mouse's face back, leaving wrinkles like water waves.
Bunny suddenly appeared at Martin's side, stopping his fist in front of Pikachu, his amber eyes flashing blood red.
Banban shrank his neck and stopped moving. He just wanted to change back, not that he wanted to die.
…The students’ fights were all seen by the teachers on the podium.
"Hmph." Snape made a donkey face. He was annoyed by the undisciplined behavior, and even more annoyed when he sat next to Hagrid and listened to him gulping down butterbeer.
Professor McGonagall looked at the cheerful Dumbledore and said, "Sir, is it really appropriate to place all three exchange students in Gryffindor? After all, this is a rare opportunity, and it may not be fair to other houses."
Hogwarts had little contact with the wizarding world in the East, so naturally they knew very little about them, until this exchange student activity, which was a good opportunity for both sides to increase their understanding. Hogwarts also selected four of the better second-year students and sent them to the East, one of whom was of Chinese descent.
Among the freshmen this year, Gryffindor is undoubtedly the biggest winner. Both the precious exchange students and Harry Potter were admitted to Gryffindor. As the headmaster of Gryffindor, McGonagall was not only not secretly happy, but worried that this was unfair to other houses. This shows how upright she is.
"These are all decisions made by the Sorting Hat. According to tradition, we never interfere with the results of the Sorting... Well, one of them cannot be counted as the Sorting Hat's answer." Dumbledore didn't seem to mind putting them all together, but respected other people's ideas: "What does Professor McGonagall mean?"
Professor McGonagall looked across the long table at Snape, the head of Slytherin. Ever since Gryffindor lost to Slytherin in last year's Quidditch match, Professor McGonagall had been avoiding Snape for several months without saying a word. "I think Martin's style is more suitable for Slytherin."
The other two deans immediately agreed. On the one hand, they were gloating over the other's misfortune, and on the other hand, by opening this loophole, they would have the opportunity to persuade Harry Potter or the other two transfer students to come to their own colleges.
"I don't agree!" Snape said hastily. Martin was obviously a tough guy, and if he was put in Slytherin, Slytherin might return to what it was twenty years ago.
Mag is honest? Bullshit!
"Let them stay together. It would be pitiful for such young children to live in a foreign country and no longer be able to stick together with their companions." Dumbledore rejected McGonagall's suggestion, then raised his index finger to his mouth and whispered into his fingertips.
Slowly, he blew up a bubble from his fingertips. After Dumbledore finished whispering, the bubble broke away from his fingertips and flew towards the Gryffindor student seats, but gradually became transparent halfway.
As possibly the most powerful wizard of this era, Dumbledore can cast many spells without a wand or spells.
In the Gryffindor seat, Martin was bragging in front of everyone, when suddenly the sound of a soap bubble bursting rang in his ears. Then he stood there motionless for about ten seconds and looked at Ma Wu and Huihara Ai.
Both of them looked at him in confusion, it seemed they didn't hear it.
"Why are you in a daze? Are you sleepy?" someone asked.
Martin grinned and said, "It's okay. Bodhi Patriarch just patted me on the shoulder three times." (End of this chapter)