At this time, not only Cowen and Penello were chatting in a low voice, but the freshmen who knew or didn't know around them were all nervously and expectantly discussing things in the academy.

At this time, Professor McGonagall raised his hand and took off the metal chain pocket watch hanging on his robe, opened it to check the time, then put the pocket watch away and looked around at the new students.

After all the whispered discussions disappeared, Professor McGonagall spoke up and said solemnly: "Okay, then you will go into the hall with me and start the division."

After speaking, Professor McGonagall turned around and led the way. As the wooden door slowly opened automatically, Professor McGonagall entered the door first.

A group of freshmen entered the door with an uneasy mood, facing the light from the wooden door.

Inside the door is a very wide rectangular hall, with four wooden tables nearly 40 meters long, and students are sitting on both sides of each wooden table.

There are a lot of white candles floating in the air of the hall, and there are many huge braziers on the load-bearing wall columns on both sides, which make the whole auditorium hall look very bright.

A group of freshmen followed in the footsteps of Professor McGonagall, walked across the long dining table, felt the scrutiny from all directions, and listened to the incessant voices of discussion.

Many freshmen were so nervous because of this, and even Penello looked stiff.

Soon, the team reached the end of the auditorium, facing the professor's dining table in front of them. All the freshmen stood in front of the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall walked up the steps of the ceremony platform, turned around and instructed the freshmen to gather and stand horizontally, and then said, "Before the sorting ceremony begins, our principal, Professor Dumbledore, wants to say a few words to everyone."

Following Professor McGonagall's voice, an old man with a snow-white beard growing to his abdomen and half-moon-shaped gold-rimmed glasses stood up at the C position of the professor's dining table behind him.

A freshman behind Kewen couldn't help but whispered excitedly: "That's Professor Dumbledore! I'm on the card..."

"Mmmm!" Professor McGonagall made a movement, causing the freshman to stop for a moment.

"Welcome, welcome." At this time, Dumbledore opened his mouth, his voice was loud, and he said slowly: "I have a few notices for the start of school here to announce."

"First-year freshmen should pay attention. This school strictly prohibits any students from entering the dark forest, which is a forbidden forest."

"First-year freshmen are not allowed to use flying brooms alone, boys are not allowed to enter the girls' dormitory, and they are not allowed to use magic spells in the corridors."

Having said this, Professor Dumbledore nodded and sat down slowly.

"Thank you Professor Dumbledore for your speech." Professor McGonagall said, took out a white scroll from his sleeve, unfolded it, and said, "Then we will start the division, and the students whose names have been named come forward and sit down on the chair."

Professor McGonagall picked up the wizard hat on the chair with the other hand, holding the tip of the 'dirty brown' hat in his hand and said, "I will put the Sorting Hat on your head, and the Sorting Hat will Decide which house you're going to be sorted into, then listen to... James Palmston."

As the freshmen looked around, little James, whom Kewen had seen, walked out of the crowd, stepped up the steps of the ceremony platform excitedly and nervously, turned around and sat on the chair.

Professor McGonagall slowly put the Sorting Hat on the top of little James' head. The next moment, the Sorting Hat suddenly came to life. The folds on the hat formed the shape of eyes and mouth. The folds on the mouth began to twist, and the voice was loud. Outgoing: "Slytherin—"

Cheers and applause sounded from a long student table, and the old students of Slytherin Academy welcomed little James with their own gestures.

When little James walked to the table and sat down, and the welcome faded away, Professor McGonagall continued to roll with his sorting hat.

A freshman went up nervously, and went to the dining table of their respective colleges to be seated amid the cheers of the old students from different colleges.

It didn't take long for Professor McGonagall to click on Penello's name.

Penello turned his head and glanced at Kewen slightly nervously, and then, under Kewen's encouraging eyes, took a deep breath and walked out of the new student crowd.

After sitting on the stage, Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on Penello's head, and soon, the resounding sorting voice of the sorting hat sounded: "Ravenclaw——"

Penello's eyes lit up, stood up amid the cheers at the long table of Ravenclaw College, glanced at Cowen, and walked to the long table with a smile on his face.

After a few more students went up, Professor McGonagall looked at the roll call sheet in his hand, paused to look at Kewen in the crowd, and called by name: "Cowen Quinn."

A burst of chattering discussions suddenly sounded throughout the hall, causing Kewen, who was stepping forward, to be a little stunned, but he ignored it, kept walking, and sat on the stage.

Professor McGonagall's hand holding the Sorting Hat dropped and clasped the Sorting Hat on Kewen's head.

Just when Kewen was ready to listen to the Sorting Hat sorting himself, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Well...there is a challenge..."

"What?" Kewen responded subconsciously in his mind.

"Your branch is very challenging for me." The voice resounded in Kewen's mind again.

"Are you the Sorting Hat?" Kewen was stunned, and continued to respond in his mind.

"it's me."

"Okay, then which college should I go to?" Kewen asked.

"Well..." The Sorting Hat pondered, and then muttered: "Noble blood, strong appetite, erudite, courageous and powerful... You are suitable for all academies."

"Then how should I choose?" Ke Wen's heart sank, trying to empty his various distracting thoughts and responding in his mind.

"Oh~ don't be so wary of me." The Sorting Hat didn't respond. Instead, she noticed Kewen's changes and explained, "I can only read your traits, not your memory."

Hearing this, Kewen felt relieved.

"Okay, let's go back to the sorting house." The Sorting Hat's voice continued: "In the long years, I have seen students like you who are suitable for all colleges, but they have the most outstanding quality. But you are different. , your four qualities are almost as high as my detection limit."

"So, it's up to you to choose the college you want to go to."

"Then can you introduce the four colleges?" Kewen asked relaxedly, "For example, the location, and the convenience."

"Yes, I also like someone to chat with me more." The Sorting Hat said cheerfully: "In terms of location, Slytherin and Hufflepuff are underground, and the other two are upstairs."

"In terms of convenience, Hufflepuff and the kitchen are next to each other; Slytherin is close to the classroom; Ravenclaw is close to the library; Gryffindor's dormitory is in the tower, with the best views and wide views."

Hearing this, Kewen began to ponder...