Hogwarts Express, September 1, 1975

          - Ready, dear Curtis?

     The voice of a mother who was dropping her 11-year-old son off to school, like any other parent, choked up and couldn't bear to let go of the drop of blood. his peaches. The boy with layered blond hair is very handsome, with two yellow-blue eyes, although a little short, just smiling, happily comforting his mother and boarding the train. Sit back on the train car, wave goodbye to her, and the story begins...

          -Damn it, every place is packed with people, maybe if  can't find one, I'll have to parkour to sit on the ceiling..
      A young male student awkwardly looked from one car to another, but couldn't find a place which is reasonable to sit at.

     "Despite being called the "New World" by European explorers upon their arrival, wizards had known about America long before Muggles (Note: each country has its term for it "Muggle", and the American community uses the slang term No-Maj, which stands for "No Magic"). Various magical means of transport - including brooms and Apparitions - not to mention visions and premonitions. , prove....."- Curtis here was passionately reading through his History of Magic, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, a boy about his age was quite confused at the door, and expressed his opinion. want to sit together. Rejection was foolish, in that he was the only one, so Curtis reluctantly agreed.

     The boy called himself Felix Hall, also 11 years old and a Muggle; looking at his appearance, he seemed to be of Asian descent, and taller than him (feeling deeply hurt in his heart). Talking about having a companion is also interesting, but it still doesn't change the quiet atmosphere in this place.

     The train slowed down and finally stopped. Curtis separated himself from his companion on the ship just now. People jostled each other, rushed to the door, and fell onto a small, dark platform. Shivering in the cold night sky. Suddenly, a flashing light hung above the students' heads, and the first year was led down a seemingly steep and narrow path. That narrow road suddenly opened up to a vast black lake. On the other side of the lake, on the top of a high mountain, is a magnificent castle with countless large and small towers, and countless lighted windows dotted with a brilliant starry sky. Being asked to climb on a certain boat, you sit alone in a boat, not out of greed. The whole fleet of boats left the wharf at the same time, crossing the lake as smoothly as a mirror. Everyone was silent, staring at the castle in front of them. It appeared like a giant tower, growing more and more majestic as the boats carried them through a curtain, woven with drooping ivy ropes, covering a wide-open door on the cliff.

     This door led into a dark tunnel, probably an underground path running at the foot of the castle, to a harbor also deep underground. Arriving at the dock, the children continued to climb up the rocky beach. The group continued up a path in the rock, to a flatter path that led to the dew-smooth grass that lay directly in the shadow of the castle. The castle door immediately opened. A tall, lanky witch with silky black hair and an emerald green gown stood at the door, known to be Professor McGonagall. The children followed her across a slate castle floor. After hearing the professor rambling (according to Curtis) something about Hogwarts. They all trailed out of the room, across the hallway, through a few more double doors, and then into the great hall.

     There was no time to describe it, Professor McGonagall set a high four-legged stool in front of the first-year children. Above that chair was a conical witch's hat. The hat was tattered, patchy, and extremely dirty. What? No time to write the song he sang that day. Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a scroll of thick parchment in hand:

           - When we call someone's name, that person just needs to put on a hat and sit on a chair. Start: Sara Williams!

     The girl with red hair tied in a ponytail stepped out, put on her hat, and sat down on a chair. The hat covered her eyes. Silence for a moment. The hat shouted:

          "Ravenclaws!"

     The people sitting at the table to the right cheered and applauded. Hannah went and sat at the Ravenclaw table. Curtis waited impatiently for his turn.

          - Next, Oscar Thompson!

          "The Hufflepuff House!"

     When he put on the hat, it immediately announces the results, but there are some cases where it seems to hesitate for a while before reporting the results. That's what you know. Then Curtis paid no attention to the sorting until his name rang out:

- Curtis Acacia!

     Calmly sat down in the chair and grabbed the hat over his head. The hat hesitated for a long time, then shouted:

         "Slytherin House!"

     He took off his hat and walked over to his friend Slytherin, and didn't talk to anyone in there. While waiting for the sorting ceremony to be over, there was a pat on the shoulder from behind, he turned to look, it was Felix, this guy didn't introduce anything else, right?

          - Hey, it might bother you a bit, but...

     He took a pocket watch and gave it to Curtis, no wonder he didn't see it when he got off the train, although it didn't matter much, he took it and thanked it.

         - And you're Acacia, and don't mind you can...

     Without finishing the sentence, he understood what Felix meant, having a friend is also good.

- Yes, and you can call me Curtis too if you like.

     The two talked and joked with each other for a long time, and only fell silent when the principal , ie Professor Dumbledore, spoke up. And then the two of them parted as the Elders exited the hall and into their houses.

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        - Really tired, but do you see anything "Nyx"?

     Curtis muttered to one person when they all fell asleep, and no one in the room was awake, he was still conversing with that person as if he were talking to an invisible entity..

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