Harry, who was roaring in his head, almost couldn't keep his expression straight!
Did he mistake the wrong person, mistaking the old handsome guy with short white hair and a black stand-up collar coat next to Dumbledore for Grindelwald, or was there something wrong with the world? ?
It's not like he was defeated in a duel by Dumbledore decades ago and then...
etc!
Harry suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have read the history of magic textbooks in this world, nor had he looked up the relevant content. He didn't even buy the chocolate frog because he disliked it because it was too sweet, let alone get Dumbledore's chocolate frog card. ....
Is it possible...
When he thought that Snape was actually his godfather... everything seemed to make sense.
'Haha~' Harry sneered in his heart. Now he really wanted to cast a forgetting spell on himself, or learn Occlumency quickly, and then seal all the HP-related content he had seen in his previous life. Something is wrong with this world. If you look for the so-called 'correct' plot and try to 'prophet' it, you may not even know how you died.
While Harry's mind was filled with thoughts and he was in a trance, the Sorting Hat had already started to sing the weird Sorting Hat Song. The old hat still looked like a tattered one, and it was placed happily on the four-legged stool. Grinning, he sang the lyrics loudly with a weird melody that he had been thinking about for a whole year. After the end, it attracted warm cheers from all the young wizards. The thunderous applause woke Harry up. Professor McGonagall The roll call began.
"Whoever's name I call now will sit on the stool and put on his hat."
Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment and then read out the first name.
"Hannah Abbott!"
A blond girl with a ruddy complexion and two handlebar hair stumbled out of the queue. She put on her hat, and the brim of the hat just covered her eyes. After a moment of pause——
"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Hat.
A group of people on the right side of the Great Hall applauded Hannah and welcomed her to sit at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the fat ghost with the bullet chain waving to her, obviously very happy.
Professor McGonagall called her name quickly, and the Sorting Hat was obviously very efficient. More than a hundred students had passed the halfway mark, but none of them could survive thirty seconds on the Sorting Hat's head.
Cassandra and Draco, the Malfoy siblings, were sorted into Slytherin without any accident. Almost as soon as the Sorting Hat touched their blond hair, they shouted: Slytherin!
When Hermione arrived, the Sorting Hat muttered on her head for a while, seeming to be whispering something to Hermione, but the thirty-second limit was still not broken. The old hat smacked his lips, "Ravenck." labor!"
Hermione took off her hat, then waved to Harry and Neville, and walked briskly to the second long table on the left.
"It seems Hermione really likes reading." This little surprise made Harry mutter.
"Yes, Hermione does like it..."
When Neville nodded in agreement with Harry's words, Professor McGonagall called his name.
"Neville Longbottom."
The sudden sound frightened Neville. If Harry hadn't pulled him, he might have flipped his left foot to the ground.
Fortunately, the journey was uneventful and Neville, who was full of nonsense, walked to the chair and sat down on the Sorting Hat.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The Sorting Hat struggled to twist its body and let out a series of muffled shouts. The little wizards couldn't hold back their laughter. This was the first time they had seen the Sorting Hat so unlucky. This confused little fat man amused hundreds of people. , Neville's face suddenly turned red. Under Professor McGonagall's serious gaze, Neville stood up quickly, stroking his hat and apologizing to the old hat.
"well...."
The Sorting Hat sighed helplessly and placed it on Neville's head.
"Well...it's a difficult problem."
The old hat's voice echoed in Neville's mind, "I see the courage in your heart, kid. Of course, this doesn't mean the courage you had when you sat the old hat under my butt."
"So how about Gryffindor? I think that's where you can discover the bravery within you."
"Yes...really?" Neville swallowed, seeming a little unsure.
"Yes, your parents are both Gryffindors, and you also have the bravery of your parents, but you..."
The Sorting Hat paused. He could see a person's heart and character, and hear the little wizard's current thoughts, but it did not mean that the Sorting Hat could read the memory. Otherwise, Hogwarts would have had one more person named Azkaban. House, Voldemort would be thrown into it when he enrolled. The Sorting Hat read the burning fire of ambition in Voldemort's heart, so he threw him into Slytherin, and what he saw in Neville's heart was obscured by fog. of bravery.
If the soul has color, and the color of the soul represents the quality of the person, then what the Sorting Hat says is the color that is different for everyone.
Someone had tampered with Neville's memory, making him forget some unforgettable things, but this magic could not block the Sorting Hat's insight, nor could it affect his ability to see clearly the hidden qualities in Neville's heart.
"...It's just that you need to find it yourself, find the courage that exists within you."
"Gryffindor then, kid, I think you'll fit in there."
Neville bit his lip. The hesitation in his heart was also read by the Sorting Hat. Because of this, the Sorting Hat said so much to him. The human heart is complicated, and the Sorting will have a great impact on the children. The wizard spends the next seven years at the school.
"Yeah, Harry also told me, I need to be braver, I need to start changing myself, so that I can..." Neville thought of the stack of love letters Harry received with some embarrassment, and he also thought One day, to be noticed by people, you don’t need to be dazzling, you just need to not be ignored and have your own sense of existence.
The Sorting Hat smacked his lips in satisfaction, his own taste was still as good as before.
"Then it's decided - Ge..."
"Wait a moment!"
Neville quickly shouted, "I'm going to Hufflepuff!"
"Cough cough cough...."
The old hat coughed, almost shaking his back, if he had.
"Why?" the Sorting Hat asked in surprise.
"Because this time, I have to be brave enough to make my own choice!"
Neville answered seriously, which made the Sorting Hat go crazy.
"I...you...ouch..."
"Okay, okay, okay, okay..."
"I'll tell you to be brave, I'll tell you to be brave, I'll listen to you." The Sorting Hat muttered, grinning, "Are you sure you want to go to Hufflepuff?"
"Sure!"
"That's alright—Hufflepuff!"
The Sorting Hat shouted loudly, and when the dust settled, the old hat couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It's getting harder and harder to take care of the little wizard now.
