"Ravenclaw!!!"
This time, it was the Ravenclaw students' turn to applaud and cheer. A new student, previously unheard of, who had made the Sorting Hat ponder for over ten minutes, actually belonged to their House!
Even some students from other Houses began to applaud and celebrate; after all, they were witnessing history.
Many Professors at the teachers' table turned their gaze towards Lucien, clearly intrigued by the young Wizard.
Even Dumbledore no longer just politely clapped his hands as before, but formally clapped his palms together, and a hint of surprise and relief showed behind his crescent-shaped glasses.
To be honest, after learning of Lucien's astonishing magic talent, Dumbledore had been somewhat worried about him being sorted into Slytherin.
The Slytherin House values talent and ambition most. It's not to say that all Slytherins become bad people, but it also cannot be denied that most Dark Wizards and Death Eaters graduated from the Slytherin House.
However, now that Lucien went to Ravenclaw, it indicates that he still leans more towards learning and focuses on the mastery of knowledge.
Lucien returned the Sorting Hat to Professor McGonagall and walked towards the Ravenclaw long table.
Seeing him approach, the Ravenclaw's cheers grew even louder.
Ravenclaw was a House where females outnumbered males; the proportion of girls was the highest among the four Houses.
Many Ravenclaw upperclassmen at the long table were already showing very bright smiles.
"I just said this junior looked very handsome, and up close, he's even more so!"
"Haha, don't smile so strangely, okay? Aren't you afraid of scaring him?"
"…"
Facing the warm welcome from his Ravenclaw classmates, Lucien offered a polite smile and nodded gently to them.
His dark golden short hair, under the light, seemed like molten gold.
His deep, ink-green eyes, like a still pond, rippled with amusement from his smile.
His smile was clean yet dazzling, illuminating his handsome face unreservedly.
Seeing Lucien's smile, some girls froze, seemingly forgetting what expression to make, while others quickly lowered their heads to adjust their collars, fiddled with their hair, and then looked up to return a bright smile to Lucien.
A girl with golden hair and silver-rimmed glasses on her nose elbowed her best friend next to her.
"Hey, Sally, why don't you move over a bit and make some space?"
The girl's best friend glanced at her,
"You, you're graduating next year, what do you still want to do?"
"…"
Lucien, walking past, pretended not to hear their conversation and slightly quickened his pace.
Finding an empty seat, Lucien sat down directly.
On his left was a boy with short yellow hair, and on his right was a very beautiful Asian girl.
The Asian girl, seeing Lucien sit down, merely smiled gently at him, her smile slightly shy, without initiating conversation.
As for the short-haired boy, he was quite outgoing and immediately started chatting with Lucien:
"Hi, Lucien, let me introduce myself, I'm Terry Boot, also a first-year student."
"Hello, Terry, nice to meet you."
Terry grinned and said with a chuckle:
"Haha, bro, your performance was truly amazing!"
"I just overheard the upperclassmen discussing that there has never been a student in Hogwarts history who made the Sorting Hat deliberate for so long!"
Lucien and Terry chatted casually, while also keeping an eye on the Sorting Hat, as Harry and Ron would be next soon.
"Perhaps I have a few more traits, which gave the Sorting Hat choice paralysis."
"Choice paralysis?"
Terry scratched his head; he hadn't heard of such a condition before, but it felt quite apt.
"Oh, well, regardless of any other traits, Lucien, your most outstanding one must be your intelligence!"
Terry puffed out his chest, seemingly proud to be sorted into Ravenclaw as well.
On the other side, the Sorting Hat was already placed on Harry's head.
The entire hall fell silent again, all eyes focused on Harry.
Except for Lucien, everyone was curious: which House would the Boy Who Lived be sorted into?
The Sorting Hat was silent for a moment.
"Gryffindor!"
Hearing the Sorting Hat's result, the Gryffindor long table erupted in loud cheers, the young lions incredibly excited.
The Weasley twins were practically ready to jump onto the table, raising their arms and shouting:
"We have Harry!"
"Harry Potter!"
Harry received a warm welcome from the Gryffindor House, and several boys immediately pulled him to a seat.
When it was Ron's turn, the Sorting Hat, as soon as it touched his fiery red hair, immediately exclaimed:
"Oh, another Weasley, I know where to put you!"
"Gryffindor!"
Ron completed the Sorting Ceremony as if it were a mere formality.
As he walked towards the Gryffindor long table, the Weasley twins, Ron's older brothers, merely gave him a perfunctory wave.
Completely lacking the enthusiasm they showed Harry, Ron's mouth was turned down as he ambled over and sat next to Harry.
Once all the new young Wizards had been sorted, Professor McGonagall gently tapped her cup, and a clear sound echoed through the Great Hall.
Once the Great Hall fell silent, Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts. Before the feast, I have a few words to say."
Hearing this, some new students suddenly made long faces.
It was already very late when they arrived at school, and they had just crossed the dark, cold Black Lake; the young Wizards' stomachs were already rumbling.
Dumbledore's voice was booming as he began his speech.
"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
Then Dumbledore sat down directly, and at the same time, piles of food mountains automatically appeared on the long tables.
Many new students were bewildered, both by not understanding what the Principal had just said, and by being dazzled by the delicious food that had appeared before their eyes.
The older students, on the other hand, were already used to it and were picking out their favorite foods to feast on.
Among all the first-year young Wizards, the first to react were, as expected, the young Hufflepuffs.
Almost as soon as they got their food, the Hufflepuffs' cheeks puffed up.
Their pure eyes seemed to say: what are you waiting for, eat!
Terry had already stuffed chicken pieces, mashed potatoes, and fried fish into his mouth, saying indistinctly:
"Lucien, what do you think the Principal meant just now?"
Lucien methodically cut his steak, his tone relaxed:
"Who knows, but this is the shortest and most commendable leadership speech I've ever heard."
Before I transmigrated, I listened to countless leadership speeches, like old women's foot bandages.
Once, we students stood in the playground, getting drenched in the rain, while the Principal stood under a canopy, talking endlessly…
Terry was so choked up that he stopped talking, just nodding vigorously, agreeing with Lucien's point of view.
Meanwhile, Hermione at the Gryffindor long table was listlessly poking her food with a fork.
She turned to look at Ron, who was holding two large drumsticks, and Harry, who was burying his head in his food, and couldn't help but sigh.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you sighing?"
Ron looked at Hermione in confusion, taking another bite of his drumstick as he spoke.
Seeing Ron's appearance, Hermione directly raised her hand to cover her face and sighed heavily again.
"Nothing, just envious of your good appetites."
"Oh."
Ron went back to battling his drumstick.
Hermione occasionally looked towards the Ravenclaw long table, searching for Lucien's figure.
At the same time, she also noticed that many Ravenclaw girls were secretly glancing at Lucien.
Oh no, some of them didn't even bother to hide it, openly admiring Lucien's beauty.
Alas, perhaps Ravenclaw is actually better?
The learning atmosphere there is better, and you can even see the starry sky directly from the dorms…