Chapter 24 The Sorting Hat (Revised, Typos Have Been Corrected)
A group of anxious little wizards followed Professor McGonagall into the hall one by one.
It is truly a magical, magnificent and magnificent place. Students from other grades in the college were already sitting around the four long tables. The candles above the tables were neatly arranged floating in the air to illuminate the dining room. Alan was always worried about whether he would be burned by the dripping wax, so he raised his head slightly to pay attention to the movement above his head. But obviously he was overwhelmed, not a single drop of wax dripped down.
Students from other grades in the college were already sitting around four ridiculously long wooden tables, with shining gold plates and goblets, and another long table was placed on the top table in the dining room, which was the teacher's table. seats.
The most astonishing and miraculous thing was the roof. The velvety black ceiling was dotted with stars, which looked exactly the same as the quiet night sky. The ghosts were also mixed with the students and shone dimly with dots of silver light. Harry heard Not far away, the little girl with fluffy hair and front teeth said domineeringly to the female companion beside her: "Spells have been cast here, and it looks like the sky outside. I was in "Hogwarts, a piece of school history." I read it in."
Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a pointed wizard hat on the stool. The hat was patched, worn, and dirty.
Suddenly the hat opened its mouth and sang a song, and all the freshmen were stunned.
After the devil hat sang the song, the audience applauded thunderously. The devil hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.
Then, Professor McGonagall held a roll of parchment and called a name, and the corresponding child would sit on the four-corner stool. The hat quickly or slowly called out the college they were assigned to, and from time to time on the long table in the auditorium Applause broke out, and the original uniform and robes of the little wizard who was successfully sorted would instantly take on some of the college colors and decorations of his college. (Author's Note: The color change of clothes uses the setting of the official mobile game "Hogwarts Mystery", which I personally think is more magical.)
And Allen deliberately lost his mind before the sorting began, avoiding hearing the name of the ruddy girl with two blond braids who was sorted into Hufflepuff in the first place.
Flegal Brown was also assigned to Gryffindor, which did not surprise Allen. Flegal might not be smart enough, but he never lacked courage and justice.
"Alan Harris." Not long after Hermione Granger was assigned to Gryffindor, Alan walked steadily towards the four-corner stool, hoping that he could fool the hat who claimed to be thinking.
When the dirty hat was buttoned on Alan's soft light blonde hair, Alan lifted the hat a little uncomfortably, trying to keep the dirty hat from touching the skin of his face.
"Well, you are very talented. I feel the magic power gushing out, which is very rare for a little wizard of your age. You are very calm and not impetuous. You are neither anxious to know the college you will be assigned to, nor I am eager to express my opinion, which college should I put you in? Wait! You learned the brain before entering school... Hey, no! You are keen on accumulating knowledge, pursuing wisdom, and eager to explore the unknown The world, wandering in the ocean of knowledge. Then you should be assigned to—”
"Ravenclaw!"
There were some polite applause in the auditorium, but the seniors in Ravenclaw applauded very sincerely. At least they had an extra handsome boy in their yin and yang college.
Alan, who barely managed to let the Sorting Hat see what he wanted to reveal, looked a little pale, and walked a little weakly towards the long table belonging to his own college. He was relieved, and he successfully fooled the Sorting Hat, preventing the Sorting Hat from detecting him. The secret of rebirth, but he is worried that the Sorting Hat's suspicion of his Occlumency will attract Dumbledore's attention to him. Although the old bee has good intentions, it will take advantage of others regardless of their feelings.
Until—Harry Potter's name rang in the Great Hall!
Whispering everywhere,
There were crowds of people, all wanting to see the legendary Boy Who Lived who defeated the Mysterious Man.
Harry looked extremely nervous at this moment. He was sitting on the stool with his eyes closed, clasping the edge of the stool tightly with his hands, and muttering non-stop. He stayed on the stool for a long time before the hat yelled. — Gryffindor.
"We got Potter! We got Potter!"
Cheers from the Gryffindor table resounded throughout the auditorium, and they all rushed to shake Harry's hand and were proud of it.
Ron was also sorted into Gryffindor when he was second to last, and his blue face was softened by his brothers clapping wildly with special joy.
Alan looked at the long table next door. Harry and Fleger were looking at him with regret. Alan thought it was fine. If contacting him is just a normal communication like this, as long as Dumbledore doesn't feel that he will have too much influence on that prophecy, the greatest white wizard in the world will not interfere too much with his future or privately Just choose for yourself.
After all, when he came to Hogwarts and came to the wizarding world, Allen planned to live his own life instead of being influenced by the so-called protagonist. He didn't mean to hide his clumsiness in class. Only by performing well can he gain more advantages than others , teachers always like to give the green light to top students, don't they?
"Do you know Harry Potter over there?" A lazy voice suddenly sounded beside him.
"Yes." Allen didn't explain too much, he withdrew his gaze from Harry and the others, and turned to look over.
The owner of the voice was a boy with brown hair, fair skin, a few naughty freckles on both sides of his cheeks, and thick dark circles under his eyes.
"Did you not sleep well last night?" It was really strange that such thick dark circles appeared on an energetic young man. Allen asked unconsciously.
"Yes, I don't always get enough sleep." The boy's brown eyes were full of exhaustion, but also full of sincerity.
"My name is Alan Harris, nice to meet you." Allen held out his hand.
"My name is Edward, Edward Fox." Edward looked like he needed the bed very much, and his voice was erratic.
At this moment, Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face, and stretched out his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing the students gathered together. "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: idiot! sneeze! scum! screw! thank you!" he said. Sit down again. Everyone applauds and cheers. Unlike the whispers in other colleges, it is estimated that a Ravenclaw student who knows a little Latin is explaining the meaning to others: "May Merlin bless you."
But the prefect Penelope Clearwater obviously disagrees: "Stupid: We Ravenclaw wizards and wizards are usually the smartest, and we, as students of Rowena, think that there are no students in Ravenclaw. are all chumps and fools; sneeze: the word sneeze is also commonly used to refer to "fat" and is used by unfriendly children as an insult and contempt for their fatter, less physically fit peers, those Gryffindor students mostly Self-confessed to be brave, and think that students from other houses are not as brave as they charge; ? Residue: This term also refers to the leftovers of cloth, and the area is small, and can no longer be used to make useful items. Slytherin students are pure blood Advocates, value integrity and unity. Students from other colleges are not pure wizards in the eyes of Slytherins, they are all useless scraps. Twist: Hufflepuff students are not related to the first three , neither smart nor brave, there are also a large number of mixed-blood Muggle-born little wizards, but they can always screw everyone together."
After hearing Penello's explanation, Allen couldn't help but look at this pretty-looking senior sister a few more times, and thought based on her analysis: "Dumbledore's intention is to remind students of different colleges to avoid prejudice and unite. …But the old bee didn't do that himself, it's a good thing I didn't get sorted into Slytherin."
At this moment, Allen noticed that Edward's eyes suddenly widened. It turned out that the long table in front of them was full of delicious food. Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire puddings, pea shoots, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce, and for some odd reason, there was Peppermint hard candy.
A large number of delicacies suddenly enliven the atmosphere, and everyone was very happy. Maybe the relaxation after the tension will increase the appetite. The students seem to eat well, but Allen lamented in his heart: "Even German food doesn't seem easy to eat now."
Finally, when the pudding for dessert was gone, Professor Dumbledore stood up again. The restaurant also returned to silence. "Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few things to pay attention to..."
"Attention first-year freshmen, no students are allowed to enter the woods on campus. Some of our old classmates should also remember this well." Dumbledore's shining eyes swept towards the Weasley twin brothers.
"Besides, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the hallway between classes."
"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this term. Anyone who is interested in participating in the house team should contact Mrs. Hooch.
"Finally, I must tell everyone that those who do not want to encounter accidents and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the third floor."
Laughter came from the silent hall, including Harry's laugh-these little wizards thought their headmaster was joking with them, and then realized that most of the people around were not laughing...
"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore finished loudly, and the expressions of all the teachers and most of the old students seemed to become more rigid.
Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of words above the high dining table like a snake.
"Everyone chooses a tune they like," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"
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In the end, after the twins, who had been watched by Dumbledore just now, managed to bring the already chaotic tune to the wrong side with the tune of the funeral march, everyone finally finished singing the school song and left the auditorium one by one.
I hope that Ravenclaw's dormitory will be very comfortable. Allen, who is somewhat dissatisfied with the food and school song, pins his hopes on the accommodation conditions.