Hogwarts.
A small room next to the great hall of the castle.
Elena was like a star holding the moon, surrounded by a group of young wizards in the center, with Malfoy and Potter being the closest, having been more familiar on the previous train.
"Draco, there is no doubt that you are a true Slytherin. Do not worry, remember to maintain the image of Slytherin House in the future, humble and noble without losing grace."
"As for Hermione, um, it's a bit difficult, but according to the test results, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor are suitable for you. However, personally, I believe that Gryffindor House, from which President Dumbledore graduated, should be more suitable for you."
"Ron, don't join in the fun, your family is all Gryffindor, just stick with your friends. Well, I mean, whoever bothers your friends, you lead the beatdown."
"Gore, Crabbe, if it weren't for your lineage, I would really want to send you to Hufflepuff. Well, okay, Slytherin."
"Neville, before answering this question, hit Harry first, then Draco... well, well, well done! Now you are a true Gryffindor!"
With the simulated branch on Elena's side, more and more young wizards began to approach and chirp about their Houses.
"Elena... Big sister, where is my test result?"
A rosy-cheeked girl with two golden braids followed Malfoy's name to Elena and asked timidly.
"Well, before answering that question, please tell me your name. The signs I saw in the crystal ball tell me that if you reveal the information to the wrong person, it could bring me unknown troubles."
Elena cast a glance at the strange face clinging in front of her eyes and responded in the tone of the Divination professor in the movie.
"Hannah Abbot..." the girl nervously replied.
Elena looked with delight at the little witch in front of her and quickly reached out and squeezed her fleshy shoulder, not of iron.
"Oh, Hufflepuff!" the little witch replied with a relaxed expression.
"Big sister, this is my test result, where did I get it?"
Finally, because she did not understand the issue, but Harry Potter timidly did not dare to approach and advanced, his childlike face full of anxiety.
"Oh, dear Mr. Harry Potter..."
Elena blinked intensely in her eyes, feigned analysis, and then solemnly pondered with her chin propped on her face, trying to remember the line of the Sorting Hat.
"Difficult. Very difficult. Courage is evident. The heart is not bad. Talented, my goodness, well, you have a longing to show your strong desire, so, it's very interesting..."
Elena suddenly had a thought. Now that Harry does not have a bad previous impression of Slytherin, would it be possible to lure him to Slytherin?
She observed Harry with an expectant expression, and in Elena's mind, the image of an elderly wizard with a white beard being hurt by a thief emerged. Subconsciously, she was filled with emotion, or rather not to die, the girl firmly shook her head and said,
"Harry Potter, Gryffindor!"
...
As the young wizards completed the simulation branches one by one, they all began to discuss the virtues of their own Houses.
The final standard of judgment naturally fell on Elena, who had become the leading elder sister.
"Oh, Sister Elena, what do you think is the best House?"
Elena smiled faintly and said without hesitation, "Of course, it's far from the kitchen..."
Just then, there was a discordant voice behind Elena.
"I don't think some simple test questions can determine a person's House."
"Have you ever been in a hospital? If you don't understand, hush! Do not question the authority..."
Elena frowned, turned around, and said discontentedly. She really wanted to see, at this moment, who would dare to challenge her authority.
"Hey?! Mai... Professor McGonagall?!"
Behind her, near the door, Professor McGonagall didn't know when she had arrived, silently watching Elena simulating the branch for the young wizards in the midst of the crowd.
"Now, line up," grumbled Professor McGonagall without addressing Elena. She looked around and told the first-year students, "Follow me."
The people filed out of the room in an orderly fashion, crossed the foyer, and went through a double door to enter the lavish dining hall.
All the students from other year groups of the school were already seated around four long tables. Thousands of candles floated in the air above the tables, illuminating the restaurant.
The dark velvet-like ceiling shimmered with stars. It was hard to believe that there was a ceiling above, and it was hard to believe that the restaurant's ceiling was not outdoors.
The four tables were adorned with gleaming gold plates and goblets, and at the first table of the restaurant, there was a long table, which was the seat of the professors.
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