Chapter 382 On the Table

"...Helen Schoen!"

Like Hogwarts, these young wizards from Minos are not all native to Greece. The first girl reported by Maca seems to be of Nordic descent just like Maca and others.

When Maca announced her name, Helen, who was standing quietly in the queue, glanced at him, then went to the four-legged stool with some restraint and sat down.

Look at the way her legs are close together and her two little hands resting peacefully on her knees, there is a certain degree of tension in her obedience. The eyelids drooped slightly, obviously not daring to meet the many curious eyes in the auditorium.

Maca walked over to Helen holding the parchment roll, and put the Sorting Hat in her hand on her long chestnut hair. Helen shrank her neck subconsciously.

"what!"

As soon as the sorting hat touched Helen's hair, it immediately yelled, making her tremble with fright.

"I gave the hat a difficult problem when I first came up, but the hat I like to study most is the difficult problem... um..." The Sorting Hat twisted its body and pondered for a while, "I think... logically, it should be to go to Ravenclaw , but... little girl, what do you think?"

"...What?" Helen asked with her big eyes blinking.

"Ravenclaw House allows you to freely pursue knowledge and satisfy your curiosity," the Sorting Hat sang, "and Slytherin House allows you to carefully explore the dark and interpret desires... This hat recommends you Choose one of these two colleges... Of course, it is just a suggestion, and the hat is just a hat."

"La, Ravenclaw!" Helen pursed her lips, looked up at the students at the four long tables, and said with some hesitation.

"Hmm..." The Sorting Hat tilted its peak again, "Is this your choice? Then - Gryffindor!"

The result of Helen's sorting was sung loudly by the hat, and most of the lion cubs applauded enthusiastically.

This was also a matter of course, most of those sympathetic little wizards had a lot of affection for Helen, a lovable little girl.

"Eh?"

While Helen was stunned for a moment, Maca held the tip of the hat and lifted the sorting hat.

Suddenly feeling empty above her head, Helen immediately came back to her senses, and walked over in a somewhat erratic way amidst the welcome sounds of those cubs.

"Sorting Hat, is there anything special about that little girl?" Maka looked at the girl's back and asked casually to the Sorting Hat in her hand.

"Special?" The Sorting Hat thought for a while, "If you want to say special, it must not be as special as your kid... How should I put it? A child who forgot how to 'choose'?"

Naturally, this is not the time to ask questions, Maca glanced at the parchment again, and then said loudly: "Helen Schoen, assigned to Gryffindor House, is in the third year... Next, Sokradish Ke Christodopulos."

"...Chris Stopoulos?"

At the long Gryffindor table, Ron, who was curiously looking at the new female classmate, heard such a strange name that made people tongue-tied.

"No, it's 'Christolopnos'." Harry corrected from the side.

"Not 'Chris Ross'?" Neville asked with a puzzled expression while holding his own Toad Raffle.

"Don't you find it strange that the one you said is missing so many syllables?" Ron patted Neville on the shoulder vigorously, and laughed.

"Ron! You have no right to make fun of Neville," Hermione who was chatting with Helen suddenly turned her head and scolded, "Also, don't make fun of people's names!"

"...It's 'Christosdopoulos'." Helen, who was sitting next to Hermione, carefully tugged at her sleeve, and said softly, "Sokradis is very nice, just like Miss Granger. Kind and warm,

It's our student council president..."

In the middle of the conversation, she suddenly paused, and said with a sad face: "...well, I mean, she used to be... our student committee president."

"Oh...sorry," seeing Helen's face showing a weeping expression, Ron immediately hurriedly said, "We didn't mean it, that... well, we all remembered that it was K Reese...huh?"

Halfway through the hasty reassurance, Ron found that he had almost forgotten the hard-to-pronounce last name, and immediately turned around to Harry and the others in embarrassment to ask for help on the spot.

"Uh..." Harry snorted for a moment, then spread his hands helplessly, "I think we'll have to put that name on the homework list."

"puff."

Helen seemed to be hit by Harry's words, and burst out laughing out of puffed cheeks, a slight blush appeared on her lovely face.

"Thank you seniors...it's okay," Helen took a breath, smiled sweetly at everyone, and said obediently and sensiblely, "Actually, when I first went to Greece with my father to settle down, I was also worried about those weird things. I have been troubled by the name for a long time..."

"In order to remember the names that must be remembered, I wrote them down on sticky notes, which are posted everywhere at home!"

"Oh, that's a good idea!" Ron clapped his hands. "I thought of reciting "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi" in this way before—"

"I forgot if you didn't mention it..." Harry heard this, and suddenly glared at Ron angrily, "During the first grade, you put all the thumbtacks on the entire wall in the dormitory, right? The thumbtack on the floor almost went into the sole of my foot!"

"Huh?" Ron turned his head away from Harry's gaze, and said dryly, "No, didn't I just say that at the time? That must be something Peeves did..."

Seeing Harry and Ron wrestling with each other, Helen seemed to find it very amused, and couldn't help but let out a burst of crisp laughter like wind chimes.

...

"Slytherin—"

Just now, when Ron and the others were talking about the boy's name, the sorting hat quickly reported the boy's sorting result.

"Oh?" Maca raised his eyebrows slightly, and then read calmly, "Sokradis Kristosdopoulos, assigned to Slytherin House, studying in the sixth grade...next... "

"Professor McLean, please call me 'Sokas'."

The boy whose sorting hat was removed by Maca bowed politely, then stood up from the four-legged stool, and walked gracefully towards the long Slytherin table under the watchful eyes of the little snakes.

Maca looked at the back of the boy who was a year older than himself, and secretly circled his name in his heart.

"Next, Paris..."

The names of the Greeks are very difficult to pronounce. Although it is not more difficult to read than some ancient runes, it is indeed a bit laborious to read one after another.

After finishing this rather special sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall immediately waved his magic wand, filled all the large plates with food, and announced the start of today's dinner in a timely manner.

Maka put the sorting hat on his head casually, and immediately returned to the teaching staff, picked up the fork and gave himself a big fried chicken leg first.

"Professor McGonagall, where's Umbridge?" He glanced at the empty seats in the banquet, then swallowed a mouthful of chicken thigh, wiped the corners of his mouth and asked, "Didn't she come back with me before?"

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic is in a hurry. She went back suddenly just now..." McGonagall frowned slightly. "I originally planned to announce her re-employment after the sorting ceremony."

"Really..." Maca thought for a while, "I'll go to the principal's office to put the sorting hat back, and I'll ask Mr. Evra to go to the Ministry of Magic to check the situation."

The "Mr. Evra" in his mouth is just one of the portraits of past principals hanging on the wall of the principal's office. He has served two terms as a minister in the Ministry of Magic, and there is also a portrait of him in the Ministry of Magic.

"Well," Professor McGonagall nodded, "Okay, I will go there after I make arrangements here."

After speaking casually, Maca picked up the chicken leg on the plate again, continued to open his mouth and took a big bite, chewing contentedly.

"The sorting hat...is there any strange guy among those students just now?" He asked vaguely to the sorting hat on his head while chewing the chicken.

"What's so strange?" The Sorting Hat lazily said, "It's pretty much the same! Everyone has one thing on the outside and another on the inside, isn't it? Rather, it's more strange to say that the outside and the inside are completely the same."

"For example?" Maca asked curiously.

"Like that Luna Lovegood—and Minerva McGonagall—"

"Maca!" Professor McGonagall suddenly turned his head and said, "Put that hat aside, and don't talk too much while eating."

"It seems that you must be added to these people." Maca shrugged with a smile.

"Of course, the hat has always been—"

Before the Sorting Hat finished speaking, Maca took it off from the top of its head and placed it on the edge of the dining table.

"You'd better stop talking, so that Professor McGonagall won't throw you into the fireplace for a while." He patted the peak of the Sorting Hat and said amusedly, "In that case, your bath will be in vain."

"Hmph, Ben Hat never tells lies."

After humming, the Sorting Hat stopped talking nonsense and quieted down.

While stuffing food into his mouth, Maca looked up at the long tables. Most of the refugee students from Minos were bathed in the kindness of the little wizards of the various colleges. It seems that it is not easy to integrate into the group. would be too difficult.

Of course, for two students who were sorted into Slytherin House, it might be relatively difficult in this integration process.

"...Helen, come and try this mushroom soup, I think this is the most delicious dish in Hogwarts!" Vaguely, Maca seemed to hear Hermione's clear voice. ) Download Free Reader!!