There were not many people waiting in line, and the sorting ceremony was coming to an end, but after Professor McGonagall called out the name - Harry Potter.
Some discussions still rang out, and people looked up, focusing on the figure of the boy walking towards the Sorting Hat. In fact, Harry, who was taller than his peers, had already noticed the Hogwarts Slow Train before. There is definitely a lot of talk about Harry online.
"Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin!"
Snape, who was even more nervous than Harry, opened and closed his lips slightly. This subtle buzzing sound was heard by Professor Flitwick, who was sitting next to Snape. He reached out to pick out his ears, and then looked at Snape again. However, Snape, who had closed his mouth and put on a dead face, showed no flaws at all. Professor Flitwick, who was a little puzzled, withdrew his suspicious eyes. He probably heard wrong just now.
Harry put on the Sorting Hat and a small voice spoke in his head.
"Hmm~" the Sorting Hat muttered again, "another difficult choice."
"I can see that you have courage, integrity and bravery, which is a rare Gryffindor seed; you have talent, oh, my God, yes - you have a strong desire to prove yourself, then , it’s interesting, Slytherin is also a good place for you, even stronger than Gryffindor..."
"Are you going to choose Slytherin? Slytherin will help you reach glory, there is no doubt about it - but it seems you have new ideas?"
"Gryffindor isn't bad either. Your parents both chose Gryffindor. I think you should—"
"Gryffindor?"
"Not going."
"Then Slytherin." The Sorting Hat emphasized his tone. He always felt that this scene seemed familiar.
"Not going."
The old hat suddenly became wrinkled, and the slits that served as his lips were tightly wrinkled.
"Good children must learn to listen to the good advice of the elderly. I, the Sorting Hat, have been in charge of the Hogwarts houses for more than a thousand years. When has I ever made a mistake?"
"Voldemort."
"What did you say?" The old hat naturally recognized the name, but the old hat was not a wizard, so he was not afraid.
"Isn't it your biggest dereliction of duty not to assign him to Azkaban?"
Harry's words made the Sorting Hat silent. I wonder if he was grinning and swearing somewhere that Harry couldn't hear.
'Why did Lily give birth to a son like you? 'He wanted to say this very much, but as the Sorting Hat, he was professional.
Harry seemed to hear the Sorting Hat taking a deep breath to calm down.
"Can you still breathe?" he asked in surprise.
"Cough cough cough...."
"I!"
The old hat finally held back.
"You won't go here or there..."
The Sorting Hat's mouth curled up with an annoyed tone. He was going to establish the Sorting Hat's authority now! His old hat is not made of clay!
"grid--"
As soon as Gryffindor uttered a syllable, a hand pinched his mouth, and the Sorting Hat made a strange "clucking" sound as it struggled to hold back the next few syllables.
The little Gryffindor wizards who were about to stand up and cheer were stunned, and Snape, who almost overturned the table, was also stunned.
"Please don't try to lay eggs on my head, okay? Mr. Sorting Hat, you are not a hen, so stop calling."
Suddenly, the silent auditorium burst into laughter after a moment of brewing. The Sorting Hat, whose mouth was pinched by Harry, could not even utter a single word of defense.
"Let go! Let go!"
He hurriedly said to Harry, "Stop pinching, stop pinching, the old hat will lose his face."
"They are laughing, they are laughing! They are laughing at you! Aren't you blushing? If I had a face, I would definitely be blushing."
"In other words, you actually have no shame to lose?" Harry asked heartbrokenly, choking on the Sorting Hat and trembling.
"Hey...you unlucky kid."
"Speaking of which, Mr. Hat, have you ever taken a bath in these years? I feel like my hands are full of mud."
"Of course I've washed it! How is it possible? How could my old hat not take a bath for more than a thousand years? I raise spiders and still let them spin silk and make webs to patch me up?"
The somewhat guilty Sorting Hat spoke in a not-so-firm tone, and started laughing in an attempt to fool him, "The light in the auditorium is so bright today, it hurts my eyes."
"I'll just take it as such."
Harry could only choose to believe it and lie to himself that he would still be in the mood to eat later, otherwise it would be too unappetizing.
"Then where are you going?"
"To Hufflepuff."
"Again...his~ This year is really weird...Forget it, you go wherever you like, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You didn't ask, and you didn't give me a chance." Harry looked innocent.
"Decided?"
"Decided."
"If you don't take your hands away quickly, my mouth will be deformed..."
"Don't yell later, I'm not going to Gryffindor."
"Is my Sorting Hat the kind of bad hat that deceives little wizards?"
"I don't know who made the claim just now." Harry rolled his eyes, but unfortunately the Sorting Hat couldn't see it.
"You...I...I...there are still people queuing up behind you, hurry up and let go, old hat, I am really...unlucky this year..."
As the Sorting Hat muttered, Harry let go of his hand, and the old hat moved his wrinkled mouth and shouted:
"Hufflepuff!"
Gryffindor was stunned. They had been ready to cheer before, but now it was Hufflepuff next door who was cheering. The little badgers were extremely happy, as if they had achieved a rare victory.
Snape, who was sitting at the teacher's table, muttered: "It's acceptable if you're not a Gryffindor. It's acceptable..."
Professor Flitwick seemed to hear some hallucinatory sounds again. He looked around and saw no one opening his mouth.
"Perhaps I should go to Poppy (school nurse Pomfrey) for a physical check-up?" Professor Flitwick, who was beginning to suspect that there was something wrong with his ears, frowned, but this thought did not last long. He glanced at Snape , complained in a voice that could only be heard by himself: "A magic potion that tastes like shit or shit that smells like magic potion? I would rather choose death..." He drank a small glass of wine to calm down his shock to avoid the bitterness in his mouth.
After Harry, there were only three freshmen left. They were sorted into Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. The sorting ceremony ended. Professor McGonagall left with the sorting hat. At this moment, she felt hungry. The feeling arises spontaneously, and lunch seems to have been a long time ago.
Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and opened his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing the students gathered together.
"Welcome!" he said, "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, that is, 'Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw!'"
"thank you all!"
Dumbledore sat down again, and in the seat next to him, the handsome white-haired guy who didn't know whether he was Grindelwald curled his lips, "You guess riddles every year, Al, it's time for you to change your taste."
"Isn't it nice to see the children scratching their heads, Gail?"
Dumbledore smiled slightly, then raised the golden goblet and gestured slightly.
