Chapter 1 Sorting Ceremony
"Susan Burns Hufflepuff!"
"Justin Finlay Hufflepuff!"
In the beautifully decorated large exhibition hall, a wrinkled hat is opening a big mouth split from the edge of the hat. It is singing and twisting restlessly, and is occasionally kneaded by a few little wizards who are not afraid of trouble. The brim of the hat emitted bursts of weird laughter.
As the names of the students and the houses they were assigned came out of the Sorting Hat's mouth, the little wizards clapped their hands enthusiastically or perfunctorily on the seats below.
At least at this welcome party, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who dislike each other, will maintain a relatively harmonious scene.
The little wizards who were waiting to be assigned to the house in the audience watched nervously or expectantly as others put on the sorting hats, and then walked to the seats of the corresponding houses amidst the hats' funny comments.
However, among the freshmen, there was a skinny boy who was out of place. He was looking blankly at the gorgeous and retro decorations around him, as well as the candles that were strangely suspended in the air. The bright firelight illuminated the auditorium. It was bright, and translucent ghosts could be seen flying through the sky all around. Everything made the boy unable to adapt to it for a while, and he muttered to himself after a while.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
"Strange, am I not about to die in the hospital bed?" Just when the boy felt familiar and unfamiliar with everything around him, a high-pitched female voice resounded in the large exhibition hall.
"Ivan Hals!"
Professor Minerva McGonagall stood in front of the four-corner table where the Sorting Hat was placed, looking at the parchment roll in her hand. However, she waited for a long time and did not see any new students coming up. She had to frown and read loudly again.
"Ivan Hals!"
It's been a long time since I've seen any movement among the freshmen. Now even Dumbledore cast a doubtful look, and the old students from the major colleges started talking in private.
"Who? Who is Ivan? Are you so brave?"
"Isn't it because you took the wrong path and missed the sorting ceremony?"
“Now it’s interesting”
At this time, the remaining freshmen, under the gaze of many professors and seniors, moved a few steps behind them, leaving only the boy with blond hair and black eyes who had not yet figured out his status, still standing there, looking very conspicuous. .
"Mr. Ivan Hals, please come to the stage over here!" Professor McGonagall repeated again.
"Me?" Ivan pointed to himself in confusion, suddenly feeling that this scene was a bit strange but also unexpectedly familiar.
"Yes, please come up as soon as possible? Just like everyone else did, there will be other children who need to be sorted." Perhaps because Ivan is a new student, even though Professor McGonagall asked the question for the fourth time, I didn't mean to be angry at all, I just felt in my heart that this new student might be a little nervous.
Before Ivan could react, he felt himself being nudged, and then the freshmen in the front row unexpectedly pushed Ivan onto the stage one by one in unison.
"Okay, kid, come here quickly." Professor McGonagall stepped forward, put Ivan's shoulders and pushed him down on the chair, picked up the sorting hat and pressed it on Ivan's head.
The Sorting Hat twisted restlessly on Ivan's head and said rather funny.
"Hey, kid, don't be too shy. You're not the first person to feel nervous in a place like this. Trust me, it won't hurt at all if you just close your eyes and pass by!"
Ivan rolled his eyes. He had just stayed in the freshman department for a while, and he had some guesses about the current situation, but he still found it a little hard to believe.
But is this really Hogwarts? That magical place that teaches magic? But that's not
Ivan was about to continue thinking involuntarily, but the voice of the Sorting Hat rang in Ivan's ears at the right time.
"Yes, of course, this is Hogwarts! You are not dreaming, I am 100% sure!"
"I guess you must come from a Muggle family, right? Every few years there are always a few new little wizards who don't believe magic is real. They say it's all magic, and they always want to take it out of my body. A long-eared rabbit came and I told them there was nothing in the hat, but they didn’t believe it.”
The Sorting Hat kept mumbling cold jokes, its gaping mouth almost extending to the brim of the hat.
The Sorting Hat's ability to read memories made Ivan not dare to think too much about it, and he quickly calmed down.
But perhaps because of the influence of the Sorting Hat, strange memories flashed through Ivan's mind like a slideshow. Ivan couldn't piece together the scattered memories. It seemed to be a picture of a witch teaching him magic.
The witch in my memory was about thirty, with beautiful long golden hair, and she was saying something with her mouth open. Then Ivan only felt a wave of fear coming over him.
The Sorting Hat also complained that it was the first time he had seen a young wizard with such messy ideas, but he was also surprised that Ivan was not from a Muggle family. How could a child from a wizarding family not know about Hogwarts?
A trace of cold sweat broke out on Ivan's forehead. Although the various thoughts and memories read by the Sorting Hat belong to the original owner, if this continues, he doesn't know if the hat will read any important secrets. Fan can only try to force himself to think about some unimportant things.
"Ahem!" Seeing that the Sorting Hat seemed to have an endless attitude, Professor McGonagall could only cough twice, reminding the Sorting Hat on the stage to get down to business.
The Sorting Hat stopped talking, and Ivan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also a little curious about which house he would be sorted into.
"Well, let me see. He is optimistic, smart and likes to think wildly." The Sorting Hat said in a long drawl, and suddenly lowered his voice. "And a little bit of black magic."
"Do I know black magic?" Ivan vaguely remembered the memory just now.
"Oh, yes, an ancient and rare black magic." The Sorting Hat chatted with Ivan in a low voice, as if he was whispering something.
"Of course, in my opinion, this is also an interesting black magic. It can always make people see things they don't want to see. Some people have used it to play pranks. Maybe you can try it too."
"Although Dumbledore certainly doesn't want anyone to do this again," the Sorting Hat complained to himself.
"Then where should I go? Slytherin?" Ivan was a little curious about the fact that he knew black magic, but the most critical issue now was the issue of sorting.
After being sorted into different houses, he could take off this damn memory-reading hat.
Among the four major houses of Hogwarts, entering Gryffindor requires enough bravery (or recklessness?), while Ravenclaw requires wisdom or a desire for knowledge.
Slytherin corresponds to a cunning and insidious character and outstanding magical talent.
As for Hufflepuff, it is the most kind and tolerant house, especially good at food-related spells, making it the best choice for foodies.
The Sorting Hat said that learning dark magic is in line with the standards of Slytherin House. Of course, it is possible that he was sorted into Ravenclaw because he is optimistic and smart.
Ivan thought narcissistically
"No, no, no, neither." The Sorting Hat's tone suddenly became humorous. "Although it will make you a little sad to say this, Slytherin usually only chooses some talented little wizards, so"
"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat changed his whisper when whispering with Ivan, and his high voice resounded throughout the hall.
"Gryffindor?" Ivan took the Sorting Hat off his head, a little surprised, and didn't even have time to complain about the Sorting Hat's evaluation of his talent.
"Yes, yes, you should go there!" the Sorting Hat said confidently. "I have never made any mistakes. You have the corresponding qualities!"
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