Scaring new students during the Sorting Ceremony was a tradition among all witches and wizards.
Even witches and wizards born into magical families wouldn't receive any real information before that.
He himself had been drenched in the rain, so naturally, he chose to tear up his own child's umbrella.
Under this unspoken agreement, this fine tradition was said to have been preserved for hundreds of years, and no one had broken the unspoken rule to this day.
Obviously, the twins' current plan was to scare the daylights out of Wayne.
“Ahem!”
George cleared his throat, quickly getting into character, his face contorted with seriousness and a touch of fear, causing Wayne to marvel.
With acting skills like this, why even be a wizard? Going to Hollywood to be a heartthrob and earn big bucks wouldn't be bad, would it?
“I really don't want to recall what happened back then… it was terrifying.”
Fred cooperated with a sigh.
“In our year, new witches and wizards needed to survive ten minutes against a troll, and the Sorting was based on our performance.”
“By the way, do you know what a troll is?”
Wayne nodded cooperatively, showing a scared expression: “I do, I bought a copy of “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”. ”
“That's good!”
George was relieved, now the story had more immersion.
“The bravest ones who charge to the front are sorted into Gryffindor, those who use cunning are sorted into Ravenclaw, those who persevere and excel in practical skills are sorted into Hufflepuff.”
“What about Slytherin?” Wayne curiously asked.
“They, ah.” Fred’s eyes darted around: “They use the backdoor.”
‘What the heck is this backdoor business,’ Cedric thought, criticizing the twins’ bullsh*t skills, but he still solemnly nodded.
“That’s right, it’s like that.”
The twins looked at him in surprise.
They hadn't expected Cedric to play along, they only hoped he wouldn't spoil their game. It turned out that he was actually helping them out.
‘Good boy, you with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, you’ve got a dirty mind!’
Cedric innocently blinked.
‘What’s wrong? Is there a problem?’
‘I’m just carrying on Hogwarts’ tradition, why are you all staring at me?’
Wayne still acted like a scared little baby, but in his heart, he was sneering.
‘You guys are pretty good, if it weren't for me cheating and being a time traveler, I might actually have been fooled by you.’
“What do I do then? I should go home, I haven’t learned a single spell yet.”
Wayne performed his ‘panic’ flawlessly, the three were about to burst with laughter, but still pretended to think of ways to help him.
After a while, the three finally deduced that their entrance exam this semester was likely to defeat a ghoul, before they finally ended the session.
If they hadn't been afraid of scaring Wayne to tears, the twins and Cedric could have spun a story about the train arriving at the station.
The train sped through golden wheat fields, gradually plunging into vast, deserted areas, at an incredible speed, possibly reaching 100 kilometers per hour.
For a ‘vintage car’ that had been in service since the last century, this was pretty good.
Wayne pulled a compass from his pocket, then a sheet of parchment and a quill, drawing and scribbling.
“Wayne, what are you doing?” the twins curiously asked.
“Oh, I’m calculating Hogwarts’ specific location.”
“We should reach Scotland in about two hours.”
The twins looked at each other, and spoke in unison: “Why are you calculating that?”
“I’m bored, I have to find something to do.” Wayne saw the compass shifting a few more degrees, and quickly noted it down.
“Since you’re bored, let’s play Bang!,” Fred grinned, pulling out a deck of red playing cards.
These cards looked no different from Muggle cards, but they could explode.
When you played four 2’s and shouted “Bang!” with confidence, it was a real bang.
“Aren’t you guys going to do your homework?” Cedric was somewhat helpless, he was killing time reading “The Dark Arts: Self-Defence”, if they played cards, he wouldn't be able to focus on reading.
Fred didn’t care: “There’s still a whole night, no rush, come on!”
The room was soon filled with bangs, but unfortunately, the cards exploded in the twins’ hands every time, almost setting George’s eyebrows on fire.
The twins were also puzzled why it was so safe for Wayne when he held the cards, but when it was their turn, they became like powder kegs.
Cedric also looked suspiciously at Wayne.
He had a hunch that Wayne had done something, like those senior wizards who could tell when the cards would explode.
‘Could it be that Wayne… ‘
‘No way, he’s just a newbie, he’s not even enrolled yet.’
Shaking his head, Cedric threw the absurd thought away.
Knock, knock, knock!
The knocking sound came again, George, with a black-stained face, quickly put the cards on the table, and in three steps opened the compartment door.
“Have you seen Neville? Oh, it’s a toad, eh, Wayne?”
A girl and a chubby boy stood outside the door, the girl was Hermione, she finished speaking and only then noticed Wayne sitting by the window, her face immediately lit up with joy.
After returning the book to Wayne, she had been to Diagon Alley several times, but had never encountered him.
After getting on the train, she searched everywhere but couldn’t find him, so she just sat down in a random compartment.
“Hermione, long time no see.” Wayne also smiled and waved at the little witch, Hermione was even cuter today, she had obviously taken good care of her hair, they weren’t left to their own devices.
“I looked for you after I got on the train, but couldn’t find you.” Hermione said quickly, but she then saw the chubby boy hiding behind her, so she changed the topic: “Have you seen a toad?”
Everyone shook their heads, Cedric reassured her: “Don’t worry, toads are very intelligent creatures, your Neville might just be bored and out playing, he’ll return to you sooner or later.”
“I hope so.” Neville was about to cry, “If Granny finds out I lost Neville before even reaching school, she’ll scold me to death.”
Leaving behind a promise to look for her after getting off the train, Hermione continued to ask around each compartment with Neville.
After they left, Fred turned to Wayne.
“You know that little witch?”
“I met her in Diagon Alley, what’s wrong?” Wayne looked at him curiously.
“Nothing.” Fred shook his head, then he and George spoke in unison:
“Seeing this little witch, it’s like seeing Professor McGonagall!”
Wayne: “......”