RNP Chapter 239 Wizard Tower
Chapter 239 Wizard Tower
Chapter 239 Wizard Tower
The young wizards, who were asked by the professors to line up for a welcome, stood in the open space, chattering amongst themselves, which made Professor McGonagall frown.
She was very worried that her students would be impolite in front of international friends, but suddenly realized that such impoliteness seemed to have become inevitable.
Especially the girl named Fleur, whom she met during the summer vacation, she could definitely cause a huge commotion at Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall glared angrily at the noisy students.
The older catgirl's death stare was indeed terrifying. The young wizards seemed to feel as if they were being watched by a demon, and they all shut their mouths, speechless, looking around, until they finally met Professor McGonagall's gaze.
The young wizards abruptly turned their gaze away, and the next second they wished they could shrink into their collars, trembling with fear.
A shadow suddenly appeared in the sky.
It was as if a giant castle was rising and falling in the clouds.
The young wizards screamed, pointing to the sky as they watched the castle plummet from the clouds.
In front of the castle, there were many herds of winged, white-scaled horses, which pulled the castle forward.
Everyone realized that it was not a castle, but a huge carriage.
The tall Mrs. Maxim stepped out of the carriage, which once again amazed the young wizard, who occasionally called out Hagrid's name.
Professor McGonagall felt it necessary to launch a rectification campaign within the college to clean up the students' bad habits and stop them from overreacting to everything.
Hibiscus appeared alongside Maxim.
Her appearance immediately put her in complete control, putting the inexperienced young wizards to the test of the Veela.
Young wizards like Harry, Ron, and Neville were briefly mesmerized and lost their senses.
Even elite senior students like Pablo, who have a certain degree of self-control, were momentarily confused.
Professor McGonagall knew how the students behind her would behave without even turning around. She was just a hair's breadth away from losing control and wanting to cover her face with her hands, but her strong self-control kept her from this impolite behavior.
Dumbledore chuckled, as if his old eyesight was failing him and he couldn't see the students behind him: "Welcome, Madam Maxim."
"I hope I'm not too late, Mr. Dumbledore."
Maxim shook hands with Dumbledore, and even the usually tall Dumbledore appeared petite.
The exchange students participated in the Sorting Ceremony, because Hogwarts only has four houses and house dormitories, and there are no separate dormitories for so many of them to live together.
This was also the first time the Sorting Hat had sorted wizards who were already in their senior years into their houses.
It sang a rather unpleasant song, further damaging Hogwarts' reputation.
These scenes led the Beauxbatons exchange students, who witnessed the various aspects of the Hogwarts students' welcoming procession, to conclude that Hogwarts was severely polarized, with the elites being true elites and the good-for-nothings being true good-for-nothings.
On the platform, Ryan carefully observed Professor McGonagall's expression; he felt that Professor McGonagall was about to cry.
That makes sense, considering that Headmaster Dumbledore has never been involved in anything, and the new assistant headmaster is someone with connections.
She was the only diligent vice-principal who devoted herself to the overall image of Hogwarts, yet she was betrayed!
I even empathized with her a bit and felt that Professor McGonagall was really pitiful. It was truly remarkable that she was able to teach so many normal people at Hogwarts under Dumbledore's leadership.
"Hibiscus Delacour! ————"
The Sorting Hat, faced with Fleur's presence, found itself in a predicament. Its voice echoed in Fleur's mind: "Very courageous, very intelligent, and very ambitious. It's a difficult decision; which house are you best suited for?"
"Ravenclaw".
"Why choose Ravenclaw? Slytherin and Gryffindor are also good."
"I came to Hogwarts to see two people, both of whom are Ravenclaws."
The Sorting Hat received an answer, uttered an "Oh" in Fleur's mind, and then shouted to the outside world, "Ravenclaw!"
Now, Lane sits on the podium, no longer welcoming each student who joins Ravenclaw as he always has.
Penelope then extended her hand to Fleur: "Welcome to Ravenclaw, Miss Delacour."
The prefect across from Penelope, Pablo, shrugged and spread his hands, preparing to eat.
"I am honored." Fleur and Penelope sat down side by side.
Next, a group of dozens of exchange students from Beauxbatons, under the guidance of the Sorting Hat, entered different houses. The largest group was Ravenclaw, probably because they had a Ravenclaw filter.
The number of exchange students entering the other three colleges was average, with little difference.
On her first day, there were no classes. After the ceremony, Penelope led Fleur to familiarize herself with the area, mainly to let Fleur know which staircases in Hogwarts Castle would appear and disappear at what times.
Throughout the journey, Fleur was not impressed with the taste of Hogwarts Castle's decor, thinking it was too old-fashioned, like a coffin buried in the ground, filled with the smell of decay and decay.
As she gently stroked the carved patterns on the wall, she asked, "What's Ryan up to?"
Penelope recalled what Ryan had said when he was briefing her on the island: "It seems to be a large-scale magic storage device. He hopes to store magic like an energy source. I heard that's why the headmaster gave him certain permissions."
Why is that?
"I don't know either. They rarely tell me the details of what happened between them, because even if they explain it in detail, it would be difficult for me to understand."
The two smiled wryly at each other, their smiles complementing each other so much that even the corridor seemed dazzling and beautiful.
Many little witches who passed by and saw this scene screamed.
Logically, as the headmaster's assistant, he should be receiving visiting headmasters with the headmaster. However, Ryan only gave Dumbledore a list and asked him to get some materials. He himself planned to go to Knockturn Alley and talk to those alchemists who practiced dark magic about life and share his thoughts.
It also gives your brain a rest, preventing it from constantly operating at high speed.
"Is that really the reason?" Dumbledore didn't believe it at all.
"Actually, it's because we can't take it down any further. The surface spells of Hogwarts Castle are very complicated. We can only dismantle three to five usable simplified versions a day, let alone the deeper spells."
Lane said, "I really hope that you and Professor Nicolas Flamel can join this work. It would be difficult for me alone to draw up a workable wizard tower structure in the short term."
"A wizard's tower?" Dumbledore wondered. Wasn't Ryan's original research about a large magic storage device? How did it become a wizard's tower? And what exactly is a wizard's tower?
Ryan took out his manuscripts from the past few days and explained them to Dumbledore one by one.
"What a brilliant idea! This will greatly expand the wizards' habitat."
Dumbledore was lavish in his praise, regardless of how many times he had used the same phrase: "But it seems there aren't that many wizards to be distributed throughout the various wizarding towers?"