Professor McGonagall had only left the dark room for five minutes before she hurried back.
The noise in the small dark room, not to mention the auditorium separated by a wall, could even be heard by her upstairs when she went to get the Sorting Hat!
For those who didn’t know, I thought there was a fire dragon in the house!
She walked into the room and suddenly raised her voice loudly:
"I can hear you guys noisy in the office. You are the loudest in the whole castle. If I hadn't come, would you have demolished the castle?"
With her appearance, the little wizard seemed to have pressed the mute button and immediately behaved like a quail.
Professor McGonagall glanced at everyone sternly. In all her years of working in the industry, this was the first time she had seen such a noisy little wizard. Among the students of this class...
Really bad!
"What's going on?" Magistrate McGonagall walked toward a corner of the room, where she saw more than twenty ghosts floating there.
"I just wanted to perform the Louis XVI Happy Stage." Nick, who was almost headless, supported his half-broken head and apologized: "But it seems that I scared this little girl."
"Sir Nicholas of Minsi, I have long said that your art is out of date. My Kennedy headshot technique is more in line with modern aesthetics." A ghost with a big hole in his head next to him said with a smile:
"As an artist, if you don't pursue something fresh, you will be eliminated by the times sooner or later."
"Mr. Casper, what are you talking about? Being shot by a Muggle gun is also an art?" Nick, who was almost headless, retorted:
"That is just a temporary fad at most, but art is classic beauty and eternal beauty, and there is no such thing as being outdated..."
"Okay, stop arguing." Professor McGonagall said sternly: "Miss Granger, are you okay? Do you need to go to the campus hospital?"
"I'm fine." Hermione shook her head with lingering fear.
"I gave her some chocolate, Professor," Rolf whispered.
"Really?" Professor McGonagall glanced at him approvingly, "Mr. Scamander, if it hadn't been for the branching yet, I would definitely give you two points!"
"Now, line up in a single file and follow me into the auditorium!" Professor McGonagall said.
While Professor McGonagall turned around, Hermione stabbed Rove hard twice with her elbow... I told you to scare me!
Luofu bared his teeth and rubbed his waist gently, but he was in the wrong and couldn't fight back.
After lining up, everyone walked out of the room, walked through the foyer, and passed through double doors into a luxurious auditorium.
If the hall is simple, grand, and pays more attention to the display of historical heritage, then the auditorium is the ultimate luxury.
The entire auditorium is rectangular, with single green granite pillars carved with numerous patterns, supporting a dome that is one hundred feet high.
In the ceiling above the dome, stars twinkled, clouds rolled, and surged like raging waves. Occasionally there were comets in the sky, and a ray of rainbow light traveled from west to east...like a projection of the deep starry sky.
Thousands of candles were floating in the air, and the lights were as bright as day. The vast auditorium shone brightly under the candlelight.
In the center of the auditorium, there were four long huanghuali wood tables. There were gleaming gold plates and silver goblets on the tables, and students were sitting on both sides.
There is another long table on the stage at the top of the auditorium, which is where the teachers sit.
Many students were dumbfounded, and the resentment they had when they got off the train was completely gone. Eton, Oxford, Cambridge... no dogs were allowed to go! !
Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool in front of the long table, and placed a wizard's hat on the stool. The hat was very worn, patched, and covered with thick dust, as if it had not been cleaned for hundreds of years.
The hat suddenly twisted, as if it was dancing, but more of it was just irregular twitching... Dancing alone was not enough, a crack opened in the brim of its hat, like a mouth, and it began to hum a self-composed song.
"You may think I'm not pretty,
But never judge a book by its appearance,
If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine, I can eat myself...
Put it on and try it,
I will tell you,
Which college should I be assigned to...
You may belong to Gryffindor,
There is courage buried deep in the heart,
Their courage, courage and boldness,
To make Gryffindor outstanding;
You may be a Hufflepuff,
The people there are honest and loyal,
Hufflepuff students are stoic and honest, and are not afraid of hard work;
If you are smart,
Perhaps enter wise Ravenclaw, where wise and learned people will always meet their kindred spirits;
Maybe you'll go to Slytherin,
You'll make friends here, but the cunning ones will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.
Put it on me!
Don't be afraid!
Don't panic! "
After the song, the audience burst into applause, as if this was not a branch hospital but a concert.
The Sorting Hat bowed to the four dining tables. It also nuzzled at Professor McGonagall on the side and whispered:
"Little Greg, my sonnets are pretty good, aren't they?"
Professor McGonagall wanted to say that it was not as down-to-earth as the art of the ghosts, but the Sorting Hat was only a thousand years old, so he could not bear to hear such harsh words. McGonagall could only say tactfully: "It seems to have regressed a bit, but it is still a masterpiece."
"I feel the same way." The Sorting Hat sighed: "I need to refine it more. I'll write a new song and let you listen to it."
The corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth twitched. After listening to the Sorting Hat's drake voice for decades, she had already heard the drake voice of the Sorting Hat. It was really torture!
What if she becomes the principal in the future and cancels the Sorting Hat singing part?
Professor McGonagall was distracted for two seconds and pulled out a roll of parchment from her sleeve: "Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and be sorted."
"Hannah Abbott!"
A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids walked out of the queue and sat on a chair.
The Abbot family has a long history. They migrated from Milan to England with the Roman army's expedition to Britain.
The Abbot family is also famous for its blacksmithing, so it is often called the "Little Blacksmith of Milan" and "The Iron-Forged Abbot" in the history of magic.
The Sorting Hat made its decision without much hesitation, and the little girl ran towards the table back to Hufflepuff House with two cute braids on her head.
Hufflepuff House came out on top, and the little badgers burst into applause and were very excited.
Neville was still memorizing magic, trying to use the last moment to improve himself.
He had gone to inquire about it before, not to mention the various sorting ceremonies. He heard that the worst students were not sorted into Hufflepuff, nor did they drop out of school, but were sent to...Azkaban.
Neville was horrified and felt the need to rescue him.
But when he looked up and saw Hannah, Neville no longer recited the spell, but was just lost in thought.
Luofu poked him and whispered: "Are you cute?"
Neville nodded blankly, then quickly shook his head, blushing and stammering an explanation: "I just saw that her braids were interesting..."
"Oh, that's right." Rolf smiled and continued: "If you want to see it every day, you have to go to Hufflepuff."
Scamander has been a Hufflepuff since ancient times, so Rolf has begun to work hard to recruit students for his house.
Of course, a good boy like Neville cannot be let go.
Neville blushed and looked at Hannah, feeling moved. He rolled his eyes and suddenly asked: "Rolf, who do you think is cuter, Hermione or Shirley?"
Luofu was not stupid. He could not be tricked. He shook his head and said, "What did you say...I didn't hear clearly."
Hermione, who was standing behind her and eavesdropping, couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said, "You two are so boring!!"
Shirley covered her mouth and smiled.
"Hermione Granger!" Professor McGonagall shouted.
Hermione still wanted to say something about "inner beauty", but Professor McGonagall shouted again in a more emphatic tone. Shirley touched her back before the girl reacted.
She glared at Rolf fiercely, trotted over to the stool, and hurriedly put the hat on her head.
It went on for a long time before the Sorting Hat finally shouted: "Gryffindor!"
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