"Agarth, aren't you going to introduce him to us?"
George, who had just been given a flick on the forehead by Agarth, forgot his lesson and asked with a wink.
After all, there's this talk of Hogwarts, and besides, Agarth was so affectionate with this curly-haired guy the moment he arrived, you can't blame him for overthinking it.
Agarth, who was very perceptive in this regard, narrowed his eyes, clenched his fist, and said, "Rolf Scamander, nicknamed Rolfie."
"Shut up." Rolf was a man of few words but ruthless, and he shoved his dirty hand directly into Agarth's mouth.
Rolf hates it when people call him by his nickname, it's very embarrassing.
Although the two hadn't seen each other for a long time, they had gotten to know each other quite well during that time together.
"Scamander?" Fred exclaimed.
"You related to Newt Scamander?"
"He's my grandfather." Rolf nodded. Although he didn't like that people would always ask about his relationship with Newt whenever he introduced himself, he had gotten used to it over the years.
'One day, I will definitely surpass my grandfather's achievements, so that when people mention Scamander, they will not only think of Newt, but also Rolf.'
"Everyone, get ready to lower your heads!" Hagrid shouted from the ship at the very front.
However, the Crossing that requires you to duck to avoid is completely unnecessary for first-year students.
Through the cross section, the castle adorned with twinkling lights comes into view.
The unmanned boat gradually approached the shore and slowly came to a stop.
Agarth and his companions helped each other off the ship and walked to the foot of Hogwarts Castle.
Before the castle gates stood a woman in a dark green robe, wearing a black pointed hat and square glasses.
Hagrid approached the serious-looking woman with the lamp in his right hand, while hiding the egg wrapped in his tattered clothes behind his back in his left.
He stammered, "Professor McGonagall, I have already brought all the new students in."
Professor McGonagall nodded, staring at the noisy first-year students in front of her until they quieted down under her gaze.
She smiled slightly and said to Hagrid, "Hagrid, thank you for your hard work. Please go and sit in the lobby."
Hagrid nodded, but instead of going into the hall, he went back to her hut. At this point, whether or not he ate was no longer important, what mattered was what Agarth had given him.
'A dragon egg!'
Something he'd dreamed of!
Professor McGonagall frowned as she watched Hagrid's departing figure, then walked over to the first-year students and used the Cleansing Charm on each of them.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please tidy your attire. The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin."
As she spoke, she walked up to Agarth and his group, but stopped in her tracks when she saw Agarth's appearance.
'Is this the child from Nurmengard? No wonder he abandoned his headmaster duties and didn't even reply to his letters. He's enjoying family life to the fullest, it's infuriating.'
'Thinking back to that time when I handled all the school's affairs by myself, and even after the headmaster returned to school, he stayed in the office every day and refused to come out.'
Professor McGonagall's face darkened, and she unleashed two cleansing shots on Agarth, who bore a striking resemblance to Dumbledore—one shot right in the face, and the other, also right in the face.
Although, Agarth doesn't seem to need it.
Having been inexplicably attacked twice, Agarth, now completely cleaned up, ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at Professor McGonagall, whose face was dark with displeasure.
Thinking of Albus's drawer full of roaring letters, he belatedly touched his face, which had just been cleaned up after taking two hits, and realized he understood.
'Albus has done a lot of harm.'
Professor McGonagall stood back on the steps, watched as the crowd below straightened their clothes, directed them to line up, and then led them into the Great Hall.
As soon as they stepped into the Great Hall, they looked up and saw four long tables set up inside, with hundreds of heads turning and staring at the new students who were entering the Great Hall.
Above the long table, thousands of candles floated in mid-air, illuminating the hall, while four tables were set with gleaming gold platters and goblets.
On the platform at the head of the hall, there was another long table. In the center of the table sat Professor Dumbledore, who had shaved his beard, and next to him was a man with an ordinary face and gray hair.
Looking to the side, there was a man with a hooked nose, straight hair, cold and deep eyes, and pale skin.
Agarth's gaze returned to the man beside Albus.
He could more or less guess the identities of the others, but who was this man?
The man being stared at by Agarth looked up to meet her gaze. He didn't move his mouth, but merely raised an eyebrow and slightly lifted his chin.
'Old man?'
'Wow, that's really impressive. You've really mastered the game, you've already entered the inner circle.'
Agarth glanced at Dumbledore beside him, wondering how Gellert had convinced Albus to let him into the school.
'Aren't you afraid that Gellert will use his manipulative skills to win over all your students?'
While Agarth was observing, the professor at the staff table and the students from the four houses also noticed the dazzling Agarth among the new students.
Everyone's eyes kept shifting between Professor Dumbledore and Agarth.
The once quiet Great Hall suddenly became noisy.
On the other side, Professor McGonagall, holding a Sorting Hat, shouted, "Silence!"
"The Sorting Ceremony is now beginning. Students whose names I call, please come up."
"Norry Alma!"
A blonde girl stepped out from the group of freshmen and sat down in the chair next to Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on the girl's head, and immediately a voice came from inside the hat: "Ravenclaw!"
Applause erupted instantly at the Ravenclaw table, welcoming the girl's arrival.
In the first-year group , George and Fred whispered to each other, "Mom and Dad lied to us. They said they would defeat the dragon. It was all a lie."
"Sorting Ceremony is just wearing a hat."
Rolf patted his chest to calm himself before asking Agarth, "Agarth, I'll definitely go to Hufflepuff. What about you? Where do you want to go?"
Agarth shook his head, he didn't know which house he could go to.
'However, if Harry Potter could wish upon his hat to avoid going to Slytherin, then I should be able to as well, right?'
"Agarth, needless to say, is definitely a Gryffindor!" Fred chimed in, based on Agarth's behavior in his own home, he was sure to be a Gryffindor.
"No! Agarth can communicate with animals of all sizes! It must be a Hufflepuff!" Rolf retorted.
"Next up, Lahm Blair!"
Hufflepuff!
As more and more first-year students are assigned to the four houses, the number of people in the students decreases.
"Agarth Ward Lindgel".