“Ravenclaw!!!” This time, it was the students of Ravenclaw’s turn to applaud and cheer.
An unheard-of freshman, who had left the Sorting Hat conflicted for a full ten minutes, actually belonged to their house!
Even some students from other houses began to applaud in celebration; after all, they had witnessed history.
Many professors at the staff table turned their gaze toward Lucien, clearly having developed an interest in this young wizard.
Even Dumbledore no longer merely gave a polite pat to the back of his hand as before, but formally clapped his palms together, a look of pleasant surprise and relief appearing behind his half-moon spectacles.
To be honest, after learning of Lucien’s astonishing magical talent, Dumbledore had been somewhat worried he would be sorted into Slytherin.
The Snake House values talent and ambition most.
It wasn’t to say that all Slytherins would turn out bad, but it couldn’t be denied that the majority of those Dark Wizards and Death Eaters had graduated from the Snake House.
But now that Lucien had gone to Ravenclaw, it showed that he was more inclined toward learning and focused on the mastery of knowledge.
Lucien handed the Sorting Hat back to Professor McGonagall and walked toward the Ravenclaw table.
Seeing him approach, the cheers from the Little Eagles became even more pronounced.
Ravenclaw was a house where the feminine flourished over the masculine, with the highest proportion of girls among the four houses.
Quite a few senior girls at the long table were already wearing very bright smiles.
“I said just now that this junior looked handsome, but up close, he’s even more stunning!” “Hehe, don’t smile so strangely, okay?
Aren’t you afraid of scaring him?” “…” Facing the warm welcome from his Ravenclaw classmates, Lucien offered a polite smile and gave them a slight nod.
His short, dark-golden hair seemed like molten gold under the light.
His deep, dark-green eyes, like pool water, rippled with amusement.
His smile was clean yet dazzling, unreservedly illuminating his handsome face.
Seeing Lucien’s smile, some girls dazed for a moment, seemingly forgetting what expression to make, while others quickly lowered their heads to adjust their collars and fiddle with their hair before looking up again to return Lucien’s bright smile.
A girl with golden hair and silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose nudged her best friend next to her with her elbow.
“Hey, Sally, why don’t you move over a bit and make some room?” The girl’s friend glanced at her.
“You’re graduating next year, what are you even thinking?” “…” Passing by, Lucien pretended not to hear their conversation and slightly quickened his pace.
Finding an empty seat at random, Lucien sat down directly.
To his left was a boy with short yellow hair, and to his right was a very beautiful Asian girl.
When the Asian girl saw Lucien sit down, she only gave him a soft smile, her expression slightly shy, and did not take the initiative to speak.
As for the short-haired boy, he was quite familiar and immediately started a conversation with Lucien.
“Hi, Lucien.
Let me introduce myself, I’m Terry Boot, also a first-year freshman.” “Hello, Terry.
Nice to meet you.” Terry grinned and said cheekily, “Haha, bro, your performance was absolutely amazing!
I just heard the upperclassmen discussing it, saying that in the history of Hogwarts, there has never been a student who could make the Sorting Hat hesitate for so long!” Lucien chatted with Terry while keeping an eye on the Sorting Hat; it would be Harry and Ron’s turn in a little while.
“Maybe it’s because I have a few more traits, giving the Sorting Hat a bit of decision paralysis.” “Decision paralysis?” Terry scratched his head; he hadn’t heard of such a condition before, but it felt quite descriptive.
“Ah, regardless of any other traits, Lucien, your most prominent one is definitely being smart!” Terry puffed out his chest, seemingly proud to have been sorted into Ravenclaw as well.
On the other side, the Sorting Hat had already been placed on Harry’s head.
The hall fell silent once more, all eyes focused on Harry.
Except for Lucien, everyone was curious: which house would the Boy Who Lived be sorted into?
The Sorting Hat remained silent for a while.
“Gryffindor!” Upon hearing the Sorting Hat’s result, the long table at Gryffindor erupted in loud cheers, the Little Lions overcome with excitement.
The Weasley twins were nearly jumping on the table, pumping their arms and shouting: “We got Harry!
Harry Potter!” Harry received a warm welcome from Gryffindor and was pulled directly into a seat by several boys.
When it was Ron’s turn, the moment the Sorting Hat touched his fiery red hair, it directly cried out: “Oh, another Weasley, I know exactly where to put you!
Gryffindor!” Ron completed the sorting ceremony as if just going through the motions.
As he walked toward the Gryffindor table, the Weasley twins, Ron’s own brothers, only gave him a perfunctory wave.
Lacking the enthusiasm shown toward Harry, Ron’s mouth curled downward as he ambled over to sit next to Harry.
Once all the new young wizards had finished their sorting, McGonagall lightly tapped her glass, the crisp sound ringing through the Great Hall.
Once the hall fell silent, Dumbledore stood up.
“Welcome to Hogwarts.
Before the banquet, I would like to say a few words.” Hearing this, some freshmen suddenly made bitter faces.
They had already arrived at the school quite late, and after crossing the dark and cold Black Lake, the young wizards’ stomachs were already hungry.
Dumbledore’s voice was sonorous as he began his speech.
“Nitwit!
Blubber!
Oddment!
Tweak!” Then Dumbledore sat down directly.
Simultaneously, mountains of food automatically appeared on the long tables.
Many freshmen were dazed, both confused by what the dignified headmaster had just said and dazzled by the gourmet food that had materialized before them.
The older students, however, were already accustomed to it and began picking out their favorite foods to feast upon.
Among all the first-year young wizards, the first to react were, as expected, the Little Badgers of Hufflepuff.
Almost as soon as they got the food, the badgers’ cheeks puffed out.
Their pairs of pure eyes seemed to say: Why aren’t you eating?
Don’t just stand there!
Terry had already stuffed chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, and fried fish into his mouth, saying indistinctly: “Lucien, wha do you fink the headmaster meant by wha he jus said?” Lucien methodically cut his steak, his tone relaxed.
“Who knows?
Either way, it’s the shortest and most agreeable leadership speech I’ve ever heard.” Before transmigrating, I had listened to countless tedious leadership speeches.
There was even a time when we students stood on the playground being ‘nourished’ by the rain while the principal stood under a roof talking incessantly…
Terry, his mouth full, stopped talking and just nodded vigorously, strongly agreeing with Lucien’s viewpoint.
Over at the Gryffindor table, Hermione was somewhat listlessly poking at her food with a fork.
She turned to look at Ron, who was dual-wielding large chicken drumsticks, and Harry, who was buried in his food, and couldn’t help but sigh.
“What’s wrong?
Why are you sighing?” Ron looked at Hermione in confusion, taking another bite of his drumstick as he spoke.
Seeing Ron’s state, Hermione simply raised a hand to cover her face and gave another heavy sigh.
“It’s nothing, I just envy your good appetite.” “Oh.” Ron went back to battling his drumsticks.
Hermione occasionally glanced toward the Ravenclaw table, searching for Lucien’s figure.
At the same time, she noticed many Ravenclaw girls stealing glances at Lucien.
Oh no, some simply stopped pretending and were openly admiring Lucien’s good looks.
Sigh, it seems like Ravenclaw might actually be better?
The study atmosphere there is better, and you can see the starry sky directly from the dormitory…