"In five minutes, the train will arrive at Hogwarts. Please leave your luggage on the train; we will send it to the school for you."
Outside the window, night had fallen, with mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train's speed gradually slowed, and a loud announcement suddenly echoed through the carriage corridor.
"We should change into our uniforms now."
George took off his jacket and put on his black Hogwarts Wizard robe.
Luna, Ginny, and Colin also reacted, quickly changing into their school uniforms.
After the train stopped, the young Wizards swarmed out, pushing and shoving in the aisle, afraid of missing something if they were slow. Some young Wizards' faces were even distorted from the squeeze.
"Don't rush!"
Seeing this, George decisively stopped Ginny and the other two who wanted to squeeze in behind him.
They had already arrived at the station, and Hogwarts Castle was so large it wasn't going anywhere, so there was no need to panic and rush out.
Unlike the other young Wizards, he was also very curious and expectant about Hogwarts, but he wasn't nervous or flustered.
On one hand, he wasn't a real child after all. On the other hand, having experienced transmigration, rebirth, soul splitting, and escaping with his life, his mind was much calmer than that of a normal adult.
About two minutes later, the number of young Wizards in the aisle began to decrease. Only then did George lead the three little ones out of the compartment and unhurriedly arrived at the train door.
"Follow me, don't go over to the older students' side."
"George, honestly, sometimes you make me feel like my dad, very reliable."
Ginny, following behind George, couldn't help but say.
"Hmm, even more reliable than my dad."
Thinking of her father Arthur's sometimes unreliable behavior, she added another sentence.
Colin and Luna nodded in agreement.
Although they had been together for less than a day, George had left a very reliable impression on them.
He spoke calmly, rarely showed surprise at anything, helped them with their luggage, wiped their faces when they got messy eating snacks, and even got up to cover them with Wizard robes when they were sleepy in the afternoon.
Even at this moment, getting off the train, there was a feeling of an adult being nearby, that as long as they listened, they would be safe.
George smiled at her words. In truth, his actions were just what an adult would subconsciously do when seeing children, especially children they didn't dislike.
His body in this World was that of a child, but it was truly not easy to make him constantly act like a child.
So he felt there was no need. Given his background in this World, being precocious was normal, and it wasn't a bad thing.
"First-year students! First-year students, over here!"
Just then, a familiar voice rang out.
George turned his head and saw it was none other than Hagrid, the gamekeeper, standing by the station with a magic lantern, shouting loudly.
Even with hundreds of students at the station at that moment, Hagrid's height of three or four meters still made him stand out, making it hard not to notice him.
"Stay close to me."
Turning back to instruct them, George, like a sharp knife, plunged into the dense crowd, easily pushing aside the older young Wizards blocking his way, and quickly arrived by Hagrid's side.
In terms of strength, even a seventh-year Wizard would be far weaker than him.
"Good to see you again, little boss!"
Seeing George, Hagrid immediately bent down to greet him.
He remembered this young Wizard boss, who lived in Knockturn Alley and sold him Potions at a discount, very clearly.
"Hello, Hagrid."
George also smiled and nodded.
"You know Hagrid? Why does he call you 'little boss'?"
Ginny leaned into George's ear and asked with some curiosity.
She hadn't met Hagrid, but she often heard her brother Ron mention him, so she guessed his identity.
"My adoptive father ran a Potion shop and passed away unexpectedly a while ago. Hagrid came to buy Potions."
George replied casually.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I hope you're not too sad."
Upon hearing George's words, Ginny's expression immediately turned remorseful, and Luna and Colin beside her also showed sympathy.
"It's okay."
George smiled. He really wanted to say that he had personally killed the old man, but he knew saying so would definitely scare the three little ones.
After staying by Hagrid's side for a while, the first-year young Wizards quickly gathered, numbering about thirty or more.
In fact, Hogwarts didn't have many students, usually maintaining around three hundred, with about forty per year. When more were admitted, it was in the forties, and when fewer, in the thirties.
It made sense when you thought about it; after all, there weren't many teachers at the school. For example, Defense Against the Dark Arts Class was taught to all seven years, but there was only one Professor. If there were too many people, it would be impossible to teach them all.
Once everyone was assembled, Hagrid led them through a narrow path to the Black Lake, then, as usual, had them board boats in groups of four to go to the Castle. This was an essential traditional ceremony for first-year students every year.
The purpose seemed to be to commemorate the four legendary Wizards who founded Hogwarts.
Most of the time, people who had become acquainted on the train sat together. George naturally took Luna, Ginny, and Colin into one boat.
However, these were not ordinary boats, but ones enchanted with special magic through Alchemy. They didn't need oars to row and could automatically generate wind to propel them forward.
To be honest, the process of entering Hogwarts Castle by boat from the Black Lake was quite breathtaking. Even George, looking up at the towering Castle, couldn't help but sigh in awe.
One young Wizard, overwhelmed by the spectacle, even accidentally fell into the lake midway.
But no accident occurred, because as soon as the young Wizard fell into the Water, a giant octopus rescued him from the lake and put him back on the boat.
Don't underestimate the Black Lake; many magical creatures live within it.
After crossing the Black Lake, disembarking at the Castle's underground dock, and following the tunnel through the rock to the Castle gates, Hagrid handed them over to a tall, dark-haired Witch in emerald green robes.
This Witch was none other than Professor Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration Class Professor and Dean of Gryffindor.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. The start-of-term feast will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you must first be sorted into your respective Houses."
Professor McGonagall led them to a small room to the left of the Castle's ground-floor hall, where she briefly introduced the four Houses and the very important House Cup.
After Professor McGonagall left, the young Wizards began to buzz with discussions, the topic, of course, being the Sorting ceremony.
George was no exception, as he was also wondering which House he would be sorted into at that moment.
He wasn't Harry Potter; the Sorting Hat wouldn't waste time for him, nor would it let him go to whichever House he wanted. He would be sorted directly based on the results of the magic detection, just like the other young Wizards.
But it didn't matter anyway. In his opinion, all Houses were the same, each with its own advantages, because no matter which House he went to, he would become the most outstanding and dazzling one.
From today onwards, Hogwarts would welcome the most powerful and gifted Wizard genius in its history: George.
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