“Canberra, what are you looking at?” Hermione stepped forward, walking beside Canberra, subtly shielding the slightly twisting and swaying tentacles beneath her robes.
She didn’t know why, but seeing the other girls staring at Canberra’s tentacles, some even covering their mouths and silently screaming, made her feel a little uncomfortable.
Was it because she had few friends growing up, so her possessiveness towards friends was stronger now?
Or was it because Canberra was the Kaiju she was interested in, and she didn’t want others to intrude on that domain?
Regardless, Hermione couldn’t help but condemn herself in her heart.
It was a good thing that others liked Canberra; how could she have such thoughts?
I must correct it, I must correct it…
Hmm, I’ll correct it after this time.
Canberra blinked, extended her left hand, and pointed to the wall diagonally above, “There, I feel like something is about to come out.” “Something is about to come out?” Hermione frowned in confusion, following Canberra’s finger, “But that’s a wall.” “Is it some creature living in the wall that’s coming out?” She guessed it might be some kind of insect that Canberra had sensed.
Hadn’t Canberra said before that she could sense the bio-electricity of other creatures, just like she had sensed creatures in the Forbidden Forest outside Hogwarts Castle earlier?
Perhaps now she was sensing some creature again?
“Not a sensation, just an intuition.” Canberra shook her head, “My bio-electric waves are unresponsive; whatever is coming has no bio-electricity.
Logically, that shouldn’t be the case; living creatures should all have it…” Before she could finish her sentence, the “thing” she felt in her intuition floated out of the wall.
“Oh my goodness…
Merlin!” Hermione covered her mouth and gasped softly, while Canberra raised an eyebrow, looking at the floating ghosts.
Hmm, indeed her feeling was not wrong, and her bio-electric waves were not wrong either.
They were indeed not alive.
“I read in ‘Hogwarts: A History’ that there are ghosts in the school.
I didn’t expect it to be true.” Recovering from her initial shock, Hermione stood on tiptoes among a group of gasping first-years, trying to observe the ghosts more closely.
“Hogwarts: A History?
Is that a book?” Canberra raised a tentacle and scratched her head.
Besides textbooks, she had read some extra Spell books to pass the time at the Leaky Cauldron.
She hadn’t touched any other types of books because she wasn’t interested.
“Oh, that’s a very interesting book.” The moment the topic of books came up, Hermione immediately looked away and began to recommend the book to Canberra.
“It tells the history of Hogwarts since its founding, and some legends about the four founders.” “Oh.” Canberra nodded understandingly, while also wondering if she should read that book herself.
Admittedly, the emergence of humans was incredibly late compared to her own, and their history, in Canberra’s view, was incredibly short.
But perhaps interpreting past years from a human perspective would present a different picture?
Just like humans integrated them, the Kaijus, into myths and legends; it was quite interesting, wasn’t it?
Hmm, I’ll read it when I’m interested and have time.
Canberra made a mental note, then immediately dismissed the thought.
The ghosts, filing in, had clearly grown accustomed to the first-years who were surprised by their presence every year.
After most of the ghosts had greeted the first-years in a friendly manner, they passed through the walls and left again.
It seemed they were heading straight to the Great Hall.
The door to the small room opened again, and Professor McGonagall walked in, looking at the first-years with a serious expression.
“I’m glad you all waited quietly here.
Welcome again to Hogwarts.” “Hogwarts is divided into four Houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.” “Each House has its own characteristics, its own strengths.
You will soon be sorted and your paths will be decided.” “No matter which House you are sorted into, it will be your second home for the next seven years.
I sincerely hope you will strive to bring honor to your House and help your House win the House Cup at the end of the school year.” “Alright, now everyone, follow me to the Great Hall for the Sorting.” Professor McGonagall finished speaking and turned to walk out of the small room.
Canberra lazily followed Professor McGonagall, while Hermione, beside her, nervously muttered the Spells she had taught herself.
“Don’t be so nervous.” Canberra gently rubbed Hermione’s hair with the tip of a tentacle, “Sorting can’t be difficult.
You forgot, first-years generally don’t know any magic.” Hermione’s lips, which were silently reciting a Spell, paused for a moment.
After a while, she managed a nod, then took a deep breath and slowly exhaled to calm herself down.
The first-years followed Professor McGonagall into the Great Hall, and Canberra looked around the Great Hall with interest.
Four long tables, the staff table at the front, floating candles, and an interesting ceiling.
“This ceiling is exactly like the sky outside, and it changes with the external sky.
It was written about in ‘Hogwarts: A History’.” Hermione whispered into Canberra’s ear.
Canberra nodded in agreement, “That’s quite interesting.” Many eyes in the Great Hall couldn’t help but look at Canberra.
There was no helping it; she was the most unique among this year’s first-years.
The pink and white tentacles beneath her robes were simply too conspicuous, coupled with the sight of her directly coiling Hermione into the train carriage at King’s Cross Station earlier.
The Little Wizards couldn’t help but notice her.
Canberra, who showed no reaction to the scrutiny and whispers of these human infants, stopped in her tracks, watching Professor McGonagall walk up to the staff table.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard some of the human infants at the green table, presumably the Slytherin House table, expressing rather unfavorable opinions about her.
But she didn’t care at all, just like with the Malfoy father and son.
What they said about her didn’t matter.
She was a Kaiju; she hadn’t reached the point of bickering with humans.
Let them talk, just don’t say anything bad about Little Cub.
Of course, if anyone said anything bad about Little Cub, Canberra would definitely add them to the list when she eventually taught the Malfoy father and son a lesson.
Her gaze fixed on Professor McGonagall at the staff table.
She took out a hat and a chair.
When she placed the hat on the chair, the hat began to sing to itself.
Listening to the hat’s singing, Canberra frowned, finding it unappealing.
She tilted her head slightly and asked Hermione.
“Little Cub, do you humans like to listen to things like this?” Hermione’s eyes widened instantly at Canberra’s question, “No!” She answered unequivocally.
She absolutely could not let Canberra have such a great misunderstanding about the entire human race.
“I don’t deny that some people might like to listen to such singing.” When she said the word’singing,’ Hermione’s face couldn’t help but contort slightly.
Clearly, she did not want to use the word’singing’ to describe the “thing” sung by the hat that called itself the Sorting Hat.
“But I also believe that most people, or at least I, definitely do not like such singing.” “That’s good.” Canberra breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
She had thought the gap between humans and Kaijus was really that wide; it was good that it wasn’t.
The Sorting Hat sang for a full two or three minutes before finishing its entire song.
The Little Wizards below gave sparse applause.
The first-years, however, applauded politely because they still had to be sorted.
“So, all I have to do is wear a hat?” Hermione let out a long sigh of relief.
This was too easy.
“Little Cub, which House do you want to go to?” “Gryffindor,” Hermione said without hesitation, “I heard Headmaster Dumbledore came from there.” “Oh,” Canberra nodded, glancing at the long table beside her, “This red House?” ————————
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”