Chapter 383

"... Helen Shane!"

Like Hogwarts, these little wizards from Minos are not all of Greek origin. The first girl reported by Maka seems to be of Nordic descent like Maka and others.

When she heard Maka give her name, Helen, who was standing quietly in the queue, looked at him, and then walked to the four legged stool and sat down.

Look at the way her legs are close together and her small hands are safely on her knees. She is clever and has a considerable degree of tension. His eyes drooped slightly. Obviously, he didn't dare to look at a large number of curious eyes in the auditorium.

Holding the parchment roll, Maka came to Helen and buttoned her branch hat on her long chestnut hair. Helen subconsciously shrunk her neck.

"Ha!"

As soon as the branch hat touched Helen's hair, she immediately shouted, which frightened her all over.

"As soon as I came up, I gave the hat a problem, but what this hat likes to study most is the problem... Um..." the branch hat twisted his body and pondered for a while, "I think... Normally, it should be to go to Ravenclaw, but... Little girl, what do you think?"

"... what?" Helen said with her big eyes flashing.

"Ravenclaw college can let you freely pursue knowledge and satisfy curiosity," the branch hat sang. "Slytherin college can let you carefully explore the darkness and interpret desire... This hat suggests you choose one of the two colleges... Of course, it's just a suggestion, and the hat is just a hat."

"La, Ravenclaw!" Helen pursed her lips, looked up at the students at the four long tables, and then hesitated.

"Well..." the branch hat tilted again and tilted its spire. "Is this your choice? Then - Gryffindor!"

Helen's branch was sung loudly by her hat, and most of the little lions clapped enthusiastically.

This is also a matter of course. Most of the sympathetic little wizards have a lot of good feelings for Helen, a lovable little girl.

"Ah?"

In Helen's moment of stupidity, Marca picked up the branch hat with the tip of her hat.

Suddenly she felt that her head was suddenly empty. Helen immediately recovered and walked over in a flutter amid the welcome of the little lions.

"Branch hat, is there anything special about that little girl?" Maka looked at the girl's back and asked casually to the branch hat in her hand.

"Special?" the branch hat thought, "if you want to say special, it must not be as special as your boy... How to say? It's a child who forgot how to 'choose'?"

Now, of course, it's not the time for questioning. Maka glanced at the parchment again, and then Lang said, "Helen Shane, is divided into Gryffindor college and is in the third grade... Next, socardius christophoulos."

"... Christopoulos?"

Gryffindor looked at Ron, the new female classmate, and overheard such a strange name that made people tongue tied.

"No, it's' christophus, '" Harry corrected.

"Isn't it 'Chris Ross'?" Neville asked with a puzzled face holding his toad raffle.

"Don't you think it's strange that you said so many syllables less?" Ron patted Neville on the shoulder and laughed.

"Ron! You have no right to make fun of Neville," Hermione, who was talking to Helen, suddenly turned and scolded. "And don't make fun of people's names!"

"... it's christophulos." Helen, sitting next to Hermione, carefully pulled her sleeve and said softly, "socaradis is very nice, as kind and enthusiastic as Miss Granger, and is our student committee chairman..."

In the middle of the conversation, she suddenly paused, her face darkened and said: "... Well, I mean, she used to be... The head of our student committee."

"Oh... I'm sorry," Ron said hurriedly when he saw a tearful expression on Helen's face. "We didn't mean it. That... Well, what we all remember is Chris... Huh?"

Half hurriedly comforted, Ron found that he had almost forgotten the difficult to remember last name. He immediately turned back to Harry and asked them for help.

"Er..." Harry paused, then reluctantly spread his hands. "I'm afraid we'll have to put the name on the homework list."

"Poof."

Helen seemed to be poked into a smile by Harry's words, puffed her cheeks and laughed, and a faint blush appeared on her lovely face.

"Thank you, senior students... It's all right," Helen took a breath, smiled sweetly at everyone and said in a clever and sensible way, "in fact, when I first went to settle in Greece with my father, I also worried about those strange names for a long time..."

"In order to remember the names that must be remembered, I specially wrote them down on a note and posted them everywhere at home!"

"Oh, that's a good idea!" Ron clapped his hands. "I thought of reciting thousands of magical herbs and mushrooms in this way -"

"If you don't mention it, I forgot..." Harry suddenly stared angrily at Ron. "In first grade, you nailed all the pushpins on the whole wall in the bedroom? The pushpins that fell on the floor almost hit the bottom of my feet!"

"Ah?" Ron turned his head to avoid Harry's eyes and said dryly, "no, didn't I say it at that time? That must be a good thing done by Pippi ghost..."

Helen looked at Harry and Ron pulling at each other. She seemed very interesting. She couldn't help laughing like a wind bell.

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"Slytherin -"

Just now, Ron, they were talking about the boy's name, but the branch hat soon reported the boy's branch results.

"Oh?" Maka slightly raised her eyebrows, and then read quietly, "sokaladis christophulos, who is divided into Slytherin college, is in the sixth grade... Next..."

"Professor McLean, please call me 'sokas'."

The boy who was taken off the branch hat by Maka bowed politely, then stood up from the four legged stool and walked gracefully to the Slytherin long table under the eyes of the little snakes.

Maka looked at the back of the boy who was a year older than herself and drew a circle around his name in her heart.

"Next, Paris..."

Greek names are very tongue twistered. Although they are not more difficult to read than some ancient magic texts, it is really a waste of time to read them one by one.

After finishing this special sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall immediately waved his wand, filled all the big plates with food, and announced the beginning of today's dinner in time.

Maka buttoned the branch hat on her head and immediately returned to the teaching staff. She picked up the fork and gave herself a big fried chicken leg first.

"Professor McGonagall, where's Umbridge?" he asked, looking at the empty seat between the tables, then swallowing a mouthful of chicken leg and wiping the corners of his mouth. "Didn't she come back with me before?"

"It seems that there is something urgent in the Ministry of magic. She just suddenly went back..." McGonagall frowned slightly. "I was going to announce her re appointment after the branch ceremony."

"Really..." Marca thought, "I'll go to the headmaster's office and put back the branch hat. By the way, please ask Mr. Evra to go to the Ministry of magic to see the situation."

The "Mr. Evra" in his mouth is one of the portraits of presidents of all dynasties hanging on the wall of the president's office. He has held two ministerial positions in the Ministry of magic, and there are also his portraits in the Ministry of magic.

"Well," Professor McGonagall nodded, "OK, I'll be there after I arrange it here."

With that, Maka forked the drumstick on the plate, continued to open her mouth, took a big bite, and chewed contentedly.

"Branch hat... Is there any strange guy among those students just now?" he asked vaguely to the branch hat on his head while chewing chicken.

"What's strange?" the branch hat said lazily. "It's almost the same! Everyone has a set on the surface and a set on the heart, isn't it? It's more strange to be completely the same on the inside and outside."

"For example?" Marca said curiously.

"Like Luna Lovegood -- and Mileva McGonagall --"

"Marca!" Professor McGonagall suddenly turned his head. "Put that hat aside and don't talk much at dinner."

"It seems that you have to be added to these people." Marca smiled and shrugged.

"Of course, this hat has always --"

Before finishing his words, Marka took it off the top of her head and put it on the edge of the table.

"You'd better stop talking and save a moment. Professor McGonagall threw you into the fireplace." he patted the tip of the branch hat and said funny, "in that case, your bath will be in vain."

"Well, Ben never tells lies."

After humming, the branch hat stopped talking nonsense and calmed down.

As Maka stuffed food into her mouth, she looked up at the long tables. Most of the asylum students from Minos were bathed in the goodwill of the little wizards in various colleges. It seemed that it would not be too difficult to integrate into the collective.

Of course, there are two students who have been assigned to Slytherin college. In the process of integration, it may be relatively difficult.

"... Helen, try this mushroom soup. I think this is the most delicious of Hogwarts dishes!" vaguely, Maka seemed to hear Hermione's clear voice.