Chapter 19 The Dirty Sorting Hat

Everyone walked out of the room, passed through the entrance hall, passed a double door behind them, and entered an ultra-luxury restaurant.

The other classes in the academy were already sitting around four long tables, above which thousands of candles floating in the air illuminated the dining room.

On four tables were gleaming gold plates and goblets, and on the upper table in the dining room was another long table, where the teachers were seated.

Dumbledore sat in the middle, wearing a luxurious dark blue robe with many xx and oo embroidered on it, with a prominent wizard temperament.

A long flowing silver-white hair, and a long beard that is extremely well-trimmed, other than that, what attracts the most attention is probably the long hooked nose, which seems to have been broken several times.

He wears a pair of half-moon glasses, behind which are two bright blue eyes that are so penetrating, as if taking an X-ray.

There was a vacant seat next to Dumbledore, which should have been reserved for Professor McGonagall, and next to it was a teacher with greasy black hair, hooked nose, and sallow skin.

William quickly took his seat. After all, in the description of the twin brothers, the professors all have... characteristics.

In other words, strange shapes, crooked melons and cracked dates, uneven...

Therefore, this one must be in their mouths - the old bat, the greasy middle-aged man Professor Snape.

William shook his head. The two of them were talking too much. The words they used were really...accurate, sophisticated, and meaningful.

Professor McGonagall took the first-year students to the center of the hall, and asked them to line up facing the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them.

The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces stared at them like pale lanterns. Ghosts were also among the students, shimmering dimly with silver light.

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

The hat was patched, worn, and so dirty that it never seemed to be washed.

William felt that the hat should not be placed on a stool, but should be placed in a sink filled with Liby dishwashing liquid.

Is the sorting test to see who can wash this hat with the fastest speed?

Suddenly, the hat twisted and seemed to be doing a shoulder-shoulder dance.

The brim of the hat was split wide, like a mouth—and the hat began to sing in some strange melody:

"You may think I'm handsome, but don't try to fall in love with me, it will hurt you, and I won't feel guilty, who made me the charming and lovely Sorting Hat."

William felt that Professor McGonagall's lips were pressed tighter, and she would probably pull out her wand at any moment and give the Sorting Hat a Silence Charm.

But William was disappointed, Professor McGonagall gasped a few times, and his face returned to calm.

William suspected that she had used a caneless, silent spellcasting, and cast her earplugs on herself.

The Hatter House is still making terrifying noises:

"Gryffindor, where there is bravery buried within;

Ravenclaw, where there is innate tact and wisdom;

Hufflepuffs, where there is eternal loyalty and goodness;

Slytherin, there are ambitions and pursuits imprinted in the heart.

Hogwarts, home to all four houses! "

The frequency of twisting in the hat-sharing courtyard is getting faster and faster, like a rock boy who is addicted to music and can't extricate himself, but in fact it is just a square dance aunt.

William is still a little fortunate, but fortunately, the hat division doesn't understand hip-hop, otherwise he wouldn't be able to play an earthy rap.

After a full ten minutes, the House of Hats finally completed its once-a-year epoch-making concert. After singing, the audience burst into applause.

The Weasley brothers even stood on their chairs cheering, and almost rushed over to ask for autographs.

The hat-sharing courtyard saluted each of the four dining tables, and then stood still, but its mouth was still opening and closing.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.

Looking at that mouth, a bold thought suddenly flashed in William's mind.

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 the sorting," she said.

"Arthur!"

A black-haired boy immediately walked up.

Almost as soon as the hat touched his head, he screamed, "Slytherin!"

The boy was so satisfied, he bowed slightly to the Slytherin table, where there was also thunderous applause.

"Katie Bell!"

? A little girl with a ruddy complexion and long messy blond hair hurried out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.

She sat down, paused for a moment...

"Gryffindor!" cried the Hat. ?

?

There was a burst of cheers from the dining table farthest to the left, and the twin brothers pulled out a loudspeaker from nowhere and made a loud noise. ?

Percy gave them a hard look, but his cheers were quite loud.

"Gavin Campbell!"

A boy with curly hair rushed up in a hurry.

"Hufflepuffs!"

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Jarvan, welcoming him to their table, and the Fat Friar Ghost waved happily to him.

Autumn is coming soon.

Qiu walked slowly to the hat-sharing courtyard, and she put on her hat. But this time the hat hesitated for a long time before a voice came: "Ravenclaw!"

"Oh, no!" Cedric covered his face in pain. He didn't expect that the beginning of the second grade would be so gloomy.

Cho took a seat next to Marietta Ackermore, who was also assigned to Ravenclaw.

"William Stark!" read Professor McGonagall.

William walked calmly to the side of the hat division. The hat was more dirty than he thought. The hat was pilled, and there were a lot of patches all around.

The most extreme thing was that there was a cobweb on half of it, and a small spider was staring at William.

Fortunately, it wasn't cockroaches, otherwise William would really worry about the hygiene of the entire Hogwarts.

He picked up the hat, shook the dust on it, and put it on his head with disgust.

"Hey, boy, what's your attitude?" A small voice came from William's ear.

"Don't deny—" The Sorting Hat's voice sharpened, "I can see what you're thinking!"

"Well, let me come to Kangkang, your little head, and decide which college you go to..."

William scratched his dark brown hair, he really felt a little itchy on his scalp, and the discomfort quickly spread to his whole body.

The Sorting Hat seemed to have been greatly insulted, and its self-esteem was bursting, and it raised the decibel again: "Forever! Never! Don't think about me with such dirty thoughts!

I'm a clean freak! Which hat have you seen, washed a thousand times! "

For a hat, taking thousands of baths is indeed not a small amount, but you have existed for at least a thousand years. On average, don't you take a bath only once a year? !

The Sorting Hat clearly knew what William was thinking, and it hummed and changed the subject.

Dumbledore coughed twice, reminding the Sorting Hat to hurry up.

Even if he is not hungry, can those lovely students not be hungry? !

——I am the Separator of the Sorting Hat————

Sorting Hat: Wizards, just vote and I can assign you to the house you want to go to.