Tick tock, tick tock.
Thin raindrops fell from the clouds, moistening the air and moistening the land.
The child with gray hair and brown eyes huddled under the tree, staring blankly at the gray sky, his eyes unblinking, as if there was a big hole there.
From his perspective, not only the sky, but everything was gray.
The gray-green leaves, gray-brown tree trunks, gray-red mushrooms and gray-white dark clouds are all covered with a layer of gray, making it difficult to see clearly.
Even the rain seemed gray.
It rained for a long time.
He also looked at the sky for a long time.
Suddenly, a flash of gold flashed quickly in his sight.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
The blond child was hanging upside down on the branch, with a pair of curious eyes blinking. There was a talking hat under the palm of his hand on the tree, which was talking for him.
The child with gray hair and brown eyes stared in surprise at the sight he had never seen before.
"Who are you?"
The blond child's eyebrows were arched.
Hat said:
"I'm Godric Gryffindor, nice to meet you!"