Chapter 85

"Line up, the Sorting Ceremony is about to begin!"

A sharp voice shouted.

The first-years stood in line subconsciously.

Darren also stood obediently behind a black-haired boy.

"I wonder how they sort us?"

Someone in front of Darren asked fearfully.

Darren looked around; everyone's faces were filled with anxiety, and it seemed none of the parents had told their children how the sorting worked.

Even Cassandra's consistently cold face had a hint of fear at this moment.

It seemed scaring children was a tradition in the wizarding world.

He chuckled in his heart, his mischievous side triggered.

So he stood in the crowd and said hesitantly: "I heard Madam Pomfrey say it seems we have to fight a troll."

"What?"

"Oh my god!"

"What's a troll?"

"Am I going to die?"

"..."

The first-years were scared silly upon hearing Darren's words.

To fit his persona, Darren also revealed a pale little face.

He even bit his lower lip, leaving a tooth mark.

He looked extremely pitiful.

No one thought he was saying it to scare people on purpose; they all thought he truly believed it.

They were trembling with fear, and some children even had tears falling.

Their pitiful appearance amused many people.

Even Professor McGonagall was almost amused by their appearance.

"Alright, quiet down, the sorting begins now!"