There was no imaginary applause, nor imaginary cheers.
The entire lobby fell silent for an instant.
Lutina seriously suspected that the Sorting Hat called the wrong one, or that she opened it in the wrong way.
In full view of everyone, Rutina gritted her teeth and said:
"Please... say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."
"Azkaban!"
The hat's angry voice once again filled the entire auditorium. It completely ignored the stunned people and said to itself:
"Who is the next freshman?"
But Professor McGonagall ignored the menopausal hat. Her hands were shaking and she looked at Dumbledore for help.
But Dumbledore, who had always been stable, was looking at Lutina blankly at this time. After a while, he coughed twice and signaled Professor McGonagall to continue reading.
"Eric Oboom!"
But no new life emerged, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lutina. Even the oily Snape, who always thought the Song of the Sorting Hat was disgusting, looked at Lutina with exploratory eyes.
Lutina wanted to find a crack in the ground to stuff herself in. Even though the test scores in her previous life had given her a strong psychological quality, they could not overcome the embarrassment and helplessness that the Sorting Hat brought to her now.
Hagrid suddenly slammed the table.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The Sorting Hat must have made a mistake!"
"Yes...how is it possible..."
"Is it wrong?"
As soon as Hagrid spoke, many young wizards who knew Lutina also began to murmur.
"Quiet, Rubeus." Dumbledore said seriously, casting his wise eyes on Rutina, "My child, what do you think?"
Lutina took several deep breaths in succession and grabbed the sorting hat with the same strength as grabbing a snake.
"Tell me, which college am I from? Do you know-"
The hat suddenly began to sob, and a few drops of salty water fell from the two faint slits.
"Oh... Rowena, she, she is cruel to me! But she is the chosen one of Azkaban... Wuwuwu..."
Lutina was confused by Green·Sorting Hat·Tea's operation.
In her previous life, she had seen many nicknames such as "Warden of Azkaban" and "Principal of Azkaban" on the Internet. Even her own was "Azkaban Class President", but this did not mean that she was actually divided into different schools. She is from the wizard prison!
Dumbledore took out a Bibi's flavored bean he carried with him and put it in his mouth. It seems to be something cerebral.
He clapped his hands to signal that the auditorium should be quiet.
"I will deal with this situation later. The sorting ceremony continues. My child, please find a place to sit first..."
Rutina glared at the Sorting Hat and sat down at the Hufflepuff table, still staring at the Sorting Hat unblinkingly.
Immediately afterwards, she noticed that the people next to her shrank their necks, wishing to stay as far away from her as possible.
At this time, the students in the four colleges were in different moods. Most of the little lions looked at Lutina curiously, while the little snakes looked at her with complicated eyes, the little badgers ate melon silently, and most of the eaglets reviewed their knowledge and ignored her at all.
The sorting ceremony ended with the remaining freshmen being sorted into different houses and Gryffindor giving the loudest cheers when Harry was sorted into Gryffindor.
The golden plates were filled with food. Roast beef, pork chops, gravy, baked potatoes, toast, potato chips, and even julienned carrots and red cabbage.
Drinks include pumpkin juice and bubble milk tea. It seemed that Dumbledore had someone steal her matching watch and give it to the house elves to mass-produce.
After going through many twists and turns, she had no appetite at all, but not eating meant that she had to risk her life by sneaking into the kitchen at night.
Rutina cut off a piece of pudding and put it in her mouth. The taste is surprisingly good, with an ice-cold texture and a rich milky flavor that instantly melts in your mouth.
She picked up another huge pearl, inexplicably remembering the scene when Dumbledore grabbed the pearl a few months ago.
"Did you hear that? It was her cat that scratched Malfoy."
"Is it is it?"
"Isn't it miserable?"
"It's a bit annoying for some reason...Am I the only one who feels that way?"
When Lutina was about to cut the pearl open, some comments about melon-eating on the front line came to her ears.
But the fungus scratched Malfoy? Are the consequences more serious than you expected? A scene of Draco pinching his nose and calling daddy gradually appeared in front of Lutina's eyes.
It's your own fault. If you don't do it, you won't die. Lutina thought secretly.
