Chapter 4: Suspicion

The train gradually slowed down and finally stopped on a platform. All luggage is sent to school first. The students got out of the car noisily. September has begun to get cold. A tall figure stood at the end of the platform holding a lamp: "Freshman! Freshman!"

Mu Yu stumbled along a steep path with the flow of people. No one spoke, only his robe. Mosuo rustled on the ground.

At the end of the path is a black lake. This lake seems to stretch as far as the eye can see. In the distance of the lake, there stood a majestic castle. The night was starry, and a few windows of the castle also revealed a faint yellow light. She squeezed her robe and looked at the castle with some expectation in her heart. Can she find her own way here?

When she came to her senses, many students had already boarded the boat docked on the shore, and the boat was almost full. She had to choose the smallest one, and she could only sit in it alone.

Without oars, the boat moved slowly. The majestic castle is reflected on the sparkling lake. When the lake water sways slightly, the shadow of the castle also sways gently.

Just like that dream that has always been difficult to touch.

She looked up at the sky, the stars reflected in her eyes.

She once read that the only thing connecting the twinkling stars is death.

I don't know why she is very fond of this seemingly absurd statement.

The boat docked and everyone gathered in front of the gate. Hagrid knocked on the door. A witch with a serious face and a green robe came out.

"Professor McGonagall, first-year student."

The witch nodded towards Hagrid, "Thank you, Hagrid, leave it to me."

The door was completely opened, and countless torches illuminated the long corridor. Mu Yu Walking forward in silence. This castle is not a dead thing.

It is alive. If the energy felt in Ollivander's Wand Shop is like the ripples of a lake, then the energy here is like the waves of an ocean wave.

"I am Professor McGonagall." The witch who looked very serious had already begun to speak.

After a brief welcome speech and introduction to the four colleges, she cleared her throat: "The sorting ceremony is about to begin. You'd better get dressed before that."

The boy standing next to her kept whispering: " Don't go into Slytherin, don't go into Slytherin..."

It's really hard to think like this without attracting people's attention.

This boy was too thin compared to his peers. The black hair on his head had not been taken care of for an unknown period of time and was piled up in a mess. However, no matter how messy it was, Mu Yu still noticed the looming lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

His whole body seemed to contain two completely opposite energies. Maybe he was so obsessed with the book just now that the words "soul container" kept flashing in Mu Yu's head.

The look in his eyes was too direct. Even though Harry had become accustomed to all kinds of curious and probing glances throughout the day, he still had to ask: "I am...is there something wrong with me?"

It seemed like he didn't interact with people often. When communicating, he was still stumbling when asking questions.

Mu Yu would not make him feel too embarrassed. She looked away very naturally, her tone full of apology: "I'm sorry, I was rude."

It was hard for anyone to say anything with such an attitude.

The apology was still stuck in Harry's throat, but Professor McGonagall had already come out and motioned for the first-year students to follow her.

There are four long tables in the splendid auditorium, and the ceiling is enchanted. You can look up at the stars while sitting in the auditorium. Many people sat on four long tables and looked at them curiously. Mu Yu followed everyone through the auditorium. At the end of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall placed a high stool in front of them and placed a patched and worn Sorting Hat on the stool.

Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment: "Now when my name is called, everyone will come up and put on their hats."

She originally didn't care which house she was sorted into, but she didn't expect that the sorting would be done in full view of the public.

She suddenly became a little nervous.

Professor McGonagall read the names one by one, and she could still hear Harry muttering: "Don't go to Slytherin."

"Mo..." Professor McGonagall said her name with some difficulty, and she hurriedly stepped forward. Professor Ge put on the sorting hat for her.

All eyes were on her, they were observing her like a commodity...she had been observed countless times since coming to England.

She has always been the one observing others.

She hated feeling like this.

"Don't try to pretend, child." A small voice sounded in her mind, "You will learn how to face your true self at Hogwarts."

It seemed that all her thoughts were invisible under this hat.

"I'm not pretending." She blurted out, but found that everyone was looking at her.

The Sorting Hat ignored it. She once suspected that it was an illusion. The hat seemed to sigh: "You are so similar to a person. More than fifty years have passed. I have never seen such similar souls. No need to think about it." I also know where to put you..." It shouted, "Slytherin!"

Sparse applause came from the long table on the far right.

Some people, such as Malfoy before, seemed to want to question the Sorting Hat's decision immediately but didn't. Such courage.

In this atmosphere, Mu Yu jumped off the high stool and walked to the Slytherin table without even a trace of embarrassment or embarrassment.

It's just a cold reception, which is nothing compared to before.

Even though she was in the noisy hall, she couldn't feel the warmth. Perhaps she was too tired from the journey, and now she didn't want to stay in this splendid and crowded auditorium.

Everyone was smiling, but their smiles were so unfamiliar. Mu Yu also responded to them gently, and she was very patient in this regard.

She sat next to Daphne and was naturally welcomed by the latter: "I knew you could come in."

Before she could do anything, she heard Professor McGonagall calling Harry's name.

The eyes of the entire auditorium instantly focused on the boy who survived.

The Sorting Hat was silent for a full minute. During this minute, there was not even a sound in the huge auditorium.

"Gryffindor!"

Thunderous applause from the other table broke the silence of the auditorium.

"We have Potter! We have Potter!"

Professor McGonagall had to raise her voice to suppress the Gryffindor's cheers.

"The Boy-Who-Lived actually entered Gryffindor."

Daphne snorted before leaning closer to her and whispering.

Before the two of them could continue their conversation, the sorting ceremony was coming to an end. Dumbledore stood up to give a speech. Daphne had to regret and said: "We'll talk about it later."

"Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! At the beginning of the banquet Before, I want to say a few words, that is, idiot! Crying! Residue! Screw it!"

There is no logical connection between these sentences. Apparently she wasn't the only one who thought so. Malfoy also muttered: "Old madman."

After Dumbledore finished his speech, a variety of sumptuous dishes appeared on the table in front of him, but Mu Yu had no appetite at all, but he reluctantly allowed himself to eat a little according to the atmosphere.

"You're a special freshman."

A strong voice suddenly sounded in her mind. A translucent man with blood all over his body suddenly appeared in front of the roasted squab in front of him.

"You are Barrow the Bloody." Daphne seemed to have heard of this ghost before.

Bloody Barrow emerged completely from the steaming roasted squab, his eyes were gloomy, and his hands were wearing huge shackles. He nodded to everyone who was looking at him: "I am the ghost of Slytherin. If you encounter trouble, especially trouble like Peeves, you can come to me. But it is best not to bother me. "

He floated around on the Slytherin table, and his words continued to enter Mu Yu's mind: "Young lady, you are very special. My temper is actually not that good, but around you, I seem to be better Control your emotions," he said and left. "Hogwarts has outstanding new students every year."

Mu Yu did not answer him.

"He's actually quite scary."

Daphne wanted to take this opportunity to strike up a conversation, so of course Mu Yu had to give her this opportunity.

"At least he can help us deal with some trouble, and Peeves doesn't sound like a troublesome guy."

"My father told me about Peeves." Daphne covered her mouth and laughed as if she thought of something funny, " When he was at school, Peeves chased him up three flights of stairs and finally bumped into Barrow. It is said that Peeves did not show up at school for a whole week. "

She talked about herself quickly and impatiently . Wanting to restart the conversation on the train: "You are from the Mu family, one of the oldest pure-blood families in the East. I don't know much about the Eastern heritage," she said like a little girl eager to learn new knowledge, "I only know that the East focuses on the soul. And life, it sounds very profound."

Why does she pay special attention to life and soul

? "We don't have the concept of pure blood. The clan will marry ordinary people and never shy away from ordinary people." Mu Yu said lightly.

Daphne was obviously disappointed when she avoided the topic of life and soul, but she persevered: "You must have taught you a lot of spells at home. My parents never let me touch the wand."

She cleverly transformed that loss into her parents. No dissatisfaction allowed to touch the wand.

Before Mu Yu could say anything, she continued to ask: "My father told me that Eastern magic is particularly powerful. Although you were born in England, Hogwarts is not your only choice..."

Regardless, the smile on Mu Yu's face It has not changed, and she has always given people the same feeling of spring breeze: "I don't think there is much difference in magic between the two sides. It's just that the forms are different."

The East values ​​​​more the metaphysical pursuit of the soul, while the West is more in line with foreigners. in the study of strength. Because of the accumulation of time, the East is superior to the West in terms of materials, but in terms of Taoism, a thousand years is too long after all. Branches such as Buddhist cultivation, Gu refining, and sacrifice have long been lost in the long river of time. Even the Taoist tradition popular in the Central Plains has lost a lot in accidents.

It turns out that the new beginning that grandpa talked about is no different from the past.

After she finished speaking, she looked around and saw that the number of people in Slytherin was obviously smaller than that of other colleges. This college seemed to only accept students from pure-blood families: "There are not many pure-blood wizard families."

"We are not like some pure-blood wizards." Blood, random intermarriage," Daphne probably didn't realize that her pride could not be concealed when she mentioned pure blood, "people like the Weasley family are simply not worthy of being called pure blood."

They have been chatting for a long time, Daphne. She must be very popular, and people say hello to her from time to time. Mu Yu casually echoed a few words and then silently withdrew from the circle.

What they were talking about was either the superiority of purebloods or a new store opening in Diagon Alley.

In fact, the clan has already gone through the path that the pure-blood families in the west have gone, and has even gone further than them. The direct branch is noble and maintains the bloodline, while the auxiliary branch is responsible for spreading branches and leaves and maintaining the dignity of the surname. For a hundred years, the clan was active in the secular world, and the entire Kyushu was theirs.

Even so, the once prosperous and all-powerful clan could not escape the fate of withering away. It dragged on for hundreds of years, but Yiyi and Kunlun College managed to survive with the last compromise.

The superiority of Western pure-blood families is a complete joke in her eyes. They can obviously make more extreme decisions, which will make people no longer have doubts and resistance...

Forcibly suppressing the thoughts that popped up in her mind, she turned When she started to observe the teacher's chair, a young teacher sitting on the side attracted her. He was dressed very strangely, with a large scarf wrapped around his head.

What caught her attention was not the weird outfit, but the breath oozing out from under that scarf.

The aura of danger, viciousness, and Potter's scar was surprisingly consistent.

Before she could continue to explore, she caught Dumbledore's gaze. He raised the goblet in his hand and toasted to her.

It was such a subtle movement that almost no one noticed.

Mu Yu also raised a symbolic toast and drank the juice in the glass in one gulp, but the image of the young teacher lingered in her mind.

It has nothing to do with her.

"I'm sorry, do you still want this plate of pudding?"

A question interrupted her train of thought. Only then did she realize that the desserts were almost finished and the people around her were no longer paying attention to the food. Five groups gathered together to chat animatedly.

There was an untouched plate of pudding in front of her, and the people sitting across from her were not Malfoy's gang. The questioner was a tall, thin boy. He sat far away from Malfoy's group, as if deliberately avoiding the crowd.

The aroma of the dessert lingers on the tip of the nose, stimulating the empty stomach bit by bit, slowly drawing out a little bit of desire.

She only ate half of the mutton chop tonight except for the glass of juice.

"Take it."

She had no appetite and no interest in taking the last bite of pudding.

The boy didn't move, as if the answer surprised him. After a long while, he pushed the pudding in her direction: "Forget it."

Inexplicably.

The pudding was almost in front of her eyes, so she had to dig it in one spoonful at a time.

The aroma of mango bloomed on the taste buds, dispelling the inexplicable haze that had been lingering since the branch. The last spoonful disappears after all the dessert is gone. Dumbledore stood up again, and the auditorium fell silent for an instant.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year students, there are a lot of people on campus. Students are prohibited from entering the woods. Some of our old classmates should also remember this. "

Also, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to do magic in the corridors during recess.

" Player review will take place during the second week of the semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team please contact Mrs. Huo Qi.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who doesn't want to suffer an accident or die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

The next section of singing the school song is simply a disaster, able to direct so many messy tunes It was really difficult for Dumbledore to come together.

The whole time, Mu Yu was looking up at the starry sky pouring down from the enchanted ceiling. Whether she likes it or not, she must start over in this castle where countless living secrets are buried.

It can no longer be the same as it was in the past.

She warned herself over and over again as if hypnotized.