Chapter 32 Sorting Ceremony

For a moment, Cedric felt that he understood the pain of Sniff, especially the inheritance of shivering and crying.

"Professor Snape, this is an item we got ourselves." Cedric tried to reason with Snape.

"What did you get yourself?" Snape said coldly, "The Thestrals are the public property of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you can't take them away privately."

"However, we exchanged for equal value." William explained, "We fed Thestrals food, and they promised to give me tail feathers. It was a fair exchange, and there was a reason to go to Professor Dumbledore."

"What do you feed it? Don't feed the Thestrals any rubbish, they are all precious magical creatures..." Snape sniffed, his expression suddenly changed, "Dragon blood you used?"

William nodded honestly.

"Dragon's blood is such a precious item, do you feed it to Thestrals? Do you know how many potions can be made from a drop of dragon's blood?" Snape had suffered from stomach problems for many years.

William and Cedric were stunned, this kind of fancy face change is really powerful enough.

"In view of your wasteful behavior, I will apply with the principal to disqualify you from using fire dragons." Snape's eyes flashed a dangerous light.

"Now, give me the tail feather!" Professor Snape circled back again.

At this moment, the door opened, and Professor McGonagall walked in with a group of little wizards Wu Yangyang.

William and the others were still trying to teach theory with Snape.

Professor Snape dragged a long voice like a viper: "If you want to miss the sorting ceremony, I don't mind taking you to my office to discuss life..."

The group of little wizards kept turning their heads to look at these three strange combinations, and Snape suddenly stopped talking, as if struck by lightning.

He turned his gaze to the group of little wizards and stared at someone suddenly, his breath getting colder.

William said sternly: "Don't talk about the office, even if it's the principal's place, I'll have a theory with you, why don't you miss the sorting ceremony, let's go, professor?!"

"Where are you going? I don't have time to talk to you now, get out of here!"

Snape glared at William and Cedric fiercely. The Thestral tail feathers he had wanted just now didn't even look at them. He turned and walked towards the hall, as if he was going to attend the sorting ceremony.

Cedric was dumbfounded.

William was thoughtful.

He had seen many memories last school year, and had seen a letter from Professor Snape to someone, knowing that Professor Snape liked a girl.

Now that I suddenly saw the girl's son, I don't know how the old man Professor Snape was feeling.

This is probably the reason why he is not in the mood to deal with the two of them.

William even suspected that he came to find fault on purpose, just to take a look at someone in advance.

William wanted to know Snape's feelings for Harry, whether it was love or hatred?

William and Cedric soon entered the hall,

back to their respective tables.

Qiu asked worriedly, "What's going on?"

"Nothing, Professor Snape asked me if I had any medication for baldness. He is very distressed now."

William is not afraid of breaking the law when he spreads rumors.

He didn't deliberately lower his voice, several students were whispering, and it seemed that the rumor would soon spread to every corner of Hogwarts.

The wind is very noisy tonight.

Soon, when it was another year of separation, a group of young wizards walked in under the leadership of Professor McGonagall.

Sitting here, William could see Hermione among a group of people, staring nervously at the ceiling, mumbling something.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and placed a top wizard hat on the stool.

The Sorting Hat was as worn as ever, the hat was patched, worn, and very dirty.

The eight-eyed giant spider had a beautiful web on its hat, like a white curtain.

The Sorting Hat seems to be happy with this decoration, too.

There was silence in the restaurant. Then the hat twisted. There was a wide slit in the brim of the hat, like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat began to sing:

You may think that I am not beautiful, but don't judge people by their appearance. If you guys can find a nicer hat than me, I can eat myself up...  

At the end of a stinky, long song, there was thunderous applause, the Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four dining tables, and then stood still.

William felt that such a monotonous song was a bit boring. Next time, it would be better to give it a suona... As the saying goes, the suona is the king of musical instruments in the world, and the whole play ends with the sound of the suona.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand. "Whoever name I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for sorting."

"Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a ruddy face and two blond braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes. She sat down.

Pause for a moment...

"Hufflepuff!" Hat shouted.

The people at the table to the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to their table.

A few more people followed, and soon arrived at Hermione.

Hermione almost ran to the stool and hurriedly put her hat on her head.

The hat hesitated for a long time before finally shouting:

"Gryffindor!"

Gryffindor was the two options in Hermione's mind. She couldn't talk about disappointment or happiness, just some inexplicable loss.

When it was Neville's turn, he fell on the road because he was running too fast.

Everyone laughed.

McGonagall stared around in death, and all the sound disappeared.

This pause was longer than Hermione's.

All the while, Neville's Ralph sneaked out of his pocket again, and it caught sight of the spider spinning its web in front of Neville's eyes.

The Sorting Hat cried out suddenly, begging Ralph to keep his mouth shut.

Professor McGonagall hurried over and snatched the almost eaten spider from Leif's mouth.

The Sorting Hat shouted angrily like a plague god, "It can only be Gryffindor!"

After that, Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin, and Ron and Harry Potter were sorted into Gryffindor.   The whole branch is finally over.  Albus Dumbledore stood up, he looked at the students with a smile on his face, and stretched his arms to them, as if nothing made him happier than seeing them all together. "Welcome!" he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words.  That's: Stupid! Cry! Scum! Screw!"  "Thank you! "   He sat down again, and everyone applauded and cheered. (Seventh update, excessive chapter.    There must be a lot of original text, but this chapter has to be, because the classic quotations of Hannah and Dumbledore cannot be lost, this is the traditional art of Harry and his colleagues.    In the future, try to Avoid this.  Speaking of a question, some readers suggested that Hermione be assigned to Ravenclaw, but in my opinion, Hermione is a standard Gryffindor at heart.  I like Hermione because of her experiences, those adventures, to go Ravenclaw, she is the second autumn.  Of course, this is William's story, not Harry's, there will be no so-called babysitting text, the first volume has changed the world beyond recognition, and this story will be the same.  Insufficient 200 words, no charge.)