Almost at the same time, the crumpled Sorting Hat in the corner grunted in rejection.
"Hey, then we can only decide by rolling dice."
Rutina said as she was about to take down the huge caramel-colored dice from Dumbledore's shelf.
"Miss Ollivander, Sorting is a very serious matter." Professor McGonagall shook her head in disapproval. "This is about your future. We can't just watch your future fall into the hands of the Sorting Hat, no, in the mouth."
Fudge nodded in affirmation.
"Miss Ollivander," he sighed. "I believe that no one wants to be in this situation, but you can't decide your future in this way."
Lutina rolled her eyes secretly. When she was one year old, she was accused. Anyone with eyes could see that she could not have killed the Potters, but Fudge held several trials. Even the lackey Umbridge is not a good person. And now that Fudge is speaking so grandly, he just wants to divide the Sorting Hat again, to make sure that Rutina cannot escape the "mistake" of Azkaban.
At the same time, Umbridge, who was far away at the Ministry of Magic but paying attention to Hogwarts in real time, sneezed.
The weather is getting colder, well, it’s time to take out the moldy pink lace bow dress in my inventory and wear it.
"I didn't! I told her she had the potential to go to Azkaban..." The Sorting Hat's sobbing voice brought Lutina back to reality. "Not as smart as Ravenclaw, not as upright as Hufflepuff, not as brave as Gryffindor, not as shrewd as Slytherin, but she is a wizard with a little bit of everything...and she is very dirty inside. dirty!"
"That's not the reason for your nonsense!" Sean almost roared and said this. Lutina had never seen Sean lose his mind like this before. Although the original novel barely mentions Sean, in her impression, Sean has always been a rational and calm being.
"I unconditionally support Luta's idea." Sean calmed down a little, and Garrick nodded in agreement.
Flitwick and Sprout also nodded slightly.
Dumbledore still had a gentle smile on his face. His fingers were interlocked, and his half-moon glasses shone with wisdom.
"The minority obeys the majority. I also agree with Miss Ollivander's idea. Oh, by the way, that is solid milk tea. If you play the dice..."
He tapped the air with his wand, and a dice suddenly fell to the table with a "clack". This kind of magic was already familiar to Lutina. It was nothing more than migration magic that changed an object from one place to another. The academy indicated by the dice is run by a silent dean in the corner.
——It is Slytherin.
"Albus, you can't just help a student ruin her future -" McGonagall said anxiously, trying to stop Dumbledore's behavior.
Lutina felt that whichever college she was assigned to was the right one. In fact, she quite agreed with the Sorting Hat's critical view of her - a bit of everything, but not completely. Moreover, each college has its own advantages and disadvantages. If you want to use your strengths, it will be the same in any college - nothing more than a trouble spot.
"Wait a minute, a die has six sides, how can you guarantee that the one you roll will be the academy every time?"
"One side of Gryffindor, one side of Slytherin, one side of Hufflepuff, one side of Ravenclaw, one side of Azkaban, one side of Nurmengard, exactly six sides."
Half of Fudge's face was immersed in darkness, making it difficult to see the expression on his face. But as far as Lutina knew about Fudge, he was already happy when he heard "Azkaban" and "Nurmengard".
"Then Slytherin?" Lutina asked. Feeling the death glare from Snape, she shrank her neck.
