The toad has no hair, it follows its roots

The woman selling snacks left quickly, not forgetting to give Belvina Black a disapproving look before she went.

Clearly, she had a very bad impression of Belvina, and both the terrible suggestion and her picky attitude towards snacks made her very unhappy.

After the clattering snack cart left, the atmosphere in the cubicle improved considerably.

With the help of the snacks, Neville Longbottom's small body stopped trembling, and Hermione Granger no longer had to shake her head back and forth like a rattle. The two Hogwarts freshmen began to talk about the Sorting House.

Of course, Hermione did most of the talking, while Neville would occasionally whisper a word.

"I read in the book that Hogwarts has four houses," Hermione showed off her book knowledge. "We freshmen have to go through a Sorting Ceremony to decide which house we'll go to. But what is the Sorting Ceremony? The book doesn't say. Your family are all wizards, you know that?"

Upon hearing this, Neville shook his head. He didn't know the specifics of the Sorting Ceremony, but judging from his family's tone, it must be quite difficult.

Belvina, who wasn't participating in the conversation, smiled. She didn't really understand this peculiar phenomenon in wizarding society, where everyone was deliberately concealing the specific details of the Sorting Ceremony and that filthy Gryffindor hat.

Hidden from generation to generation, the Sorting Ceremony became an inescapable nightmare for every new Hogwarts student, with rumors even circulating that the Sorting Ceremony required new students to face trolls.

"Oh no! Is the Sorting Ceremony going to be difficult? If I don't pass the Sorting Ceremony, will I be expelled from school?!" Hermione muttered to herself in a bit of a panic. If the cubicle hadn't been so cramped, the little girl would have been running around in circles in a panic.

Hermione continued to ramble on, listing all the possible reasons why she might fail the Sorting Ceremony, including some of the magic recorded in the Standard Spellbook.

It sounds like Hermione Granger has memorized the entire book. Unfortunately, her repeated recitation of the spells didn't help her relax.

As she was reading, Hermione suddenly stopped, her brown eyes fixed on Belvina. She suddenly realized that someone in the private room must know exactly what the Sorting Ceremony was.

Sensing the little girl's pleading gaze, Belvina looked up from her book, "Today's Metamorphosis."

She said, "I won't tell you, but I can give you some advice. You all know what the four colleges are, right?"

"Of course I know," Hermione answered quickly. "Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Headmaster Dumbledore is from Gryffindor. I wish I could go to Gryffindor."

His words revealed his longing for Gryffindor, which, because of Dumbledore, was considered by many to be the best house at Hogwarts.

In reality, there's no such thing as the "best" one. The courses offered by the four colleges are all the same, and the professors are the same group of people. The biggest difference between the four colleges is the atmosphere and environment.

"Brave people will be sorted into Gryffindor, intelligent people will go to Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff likes loyal and honest people, and if you are ambitious and power-hungry, Slytherin is the best choice," Belvina said. "Of course, if most of your family members are from the same house, you will most likely end up in that house yourself."

"And you—Miss Black, what about you? Which house are you from?" Hermione asked curiously. She found that although this senior seemed unapproachable, she was actually a very easy person to talk to.

Neville, who hadn't said much until now, suddenly spoke up: "Slytherin, the Black family all graduated from Slytherin."

Belvina was curious. She wondered what Mrs. Longbottom had instilled in Neville that made the round-faced boy sometimes withdrawn and introverted, and sometimes incredibly reckless.

"No, that's not it." Belvina shook her finger. "The Black family also has Gryffindors, the one you know, Mr. Longbottom."

The young Hermione Granger was bewildered again. She found herself unable to understand the conversation between the two men once more, and feelings of inferiority stemming from the change in her social environment slowly crept into Hermione's heart.

"Mr. Longbottom, what kind of person you want to be is up to you, not which academy or family you come from," Belvina continued. "Of course, provided you have the courage and strength to bear all the consequences."

Suddenly, a chocolate frog interrupted Belvina's lecture. Hermione, looking apologetic, reached out to grab it, but the chocolate frog nimbly dodged and hopped all the way to the glass window.

"Reverie!" Neville jumped to his feet. "My Reverie is gone! I've lost it again!"

The round-faced crybaby instantly had tears welling up in his eyes as he anxiously searched through the cubicle for his pet toad, Rafer. Hermione also kindly helped him search along with her.

Soon, the two freshmen moved from the cubicle to the aisle, and then began searching in other carriages.

How could they possibly find Toad Rafo in the cubicle? Belvina hadn't seen Rafo since they entered the cubicle, otherwise why would she have allowed the two of them to enter?

The toad always evoked unpleasant associations for Belvina, reminding her of a certain repulsive woman.

The once lively cubicle was now empty except for Belvina. She glanced at the chocolate frog on the window, then got up and left the cubicle.

Belvina wasn't going to help find the toad; she was just worried that her nephew was on the train and that the snobbish brat wouldn't get a beating from the older students.

Of course, Harry Potter, the boy who miraculously survived, was also on this train.

Belvina walked aimlessly down the corridor, surrounded by the various sounds of students laughing, joking, and shouting, full of youthful energy.

No wonder that old man Dumbledore didn't want to leave Hogwarts; its cheerful and energetic atmosphere was far better than the lifeless atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic. Even Belvina felt younger, despite her own youth.

However, Belvina did not expect the situation to turn so badly; several students got into a fight on the train.

Belvina felt the crowd again as she was swept along by students eager to see what was happening, heading towards the carriage where the incident had occurred.

"Excuse me, excuse me, let me through. I'm your professor for the new academic year."

For a woman, Belvina was considered tall, but with a group of well-developed students in front of her, she genuinely couldn't see what was happening in front of her. The woman selling snacks hadn't used her usual sales pitch, so Belvina had no choice but to resort to it.

When Belvina finally managed to break free of the crowd, the scene before her made her blood pressure surge. The people fighting were none other than her troublesome nephew and the famous Harry Potter and the Weasleys' youngest son.

"Disperse, disperse." Belvina waved her hand impatiently. "I'm the professor, leave this to me."

The students who had gathered to watch the spectacle reluctantly dispersed, some of the bolder ones stealing glances with a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes. In their minds, Belvina was undoubtedly the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Looking at Draco Malfoy and his two little henchmen, then at Harry Potter and the Weasley boys, and finally at Hermione and Neville who didn't know where to go, Belvina felt completely overwhelmed.

Then, Belvina glared at Draco, thinking, "What a disgrace!"

Putting aside the question of whether fighting is right or wrong, it's utterly shameful that three against two could still come out worse!

Draco, who had been so arrogant just minutes before, now looked like a mouse seeing a cat, hiding behind Crabbe and Goyle, desperately hoping that his dear and beloved aunt would be merciful and let him off the hook.