Chapter 19 Hat Trick
There were not many people still waiting in line, and the sorting ceremony was coming to an end, but Professor McGonagall called out the name—After Harry Potter.

Some discussions still sounded, and people looked up, and their eyes were on the figure of the boy walking towards the Sorting Hat. In fact, Harry, who was taller than his peers, had already noticed before that the Hogwarts special slow train There's definitely been a lot of talk about Harry out there.

"Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin!"

Snape, who was more nervous than Harry, opened and closed his lips slightly. This slight buzzing sound was heard by Professor Flitwick sitting next to Snape. He stretched out his hand to pick his ears, and then looked at Snape again. However, Snape, who had already shut his mouth and put on a dead face, did not have any flaws. Professor Flitwick, who was a little puzzled, withdrew his suspicious gaze. He probably heard it wrong just now.

Harry put the Sorting Hat on, 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, the rare Gryffindor child; talent, oh my god, yes - you have a strong desire to prove yourself, then , very interesting, Slytherin is also a good place for you, even stronger than Gryffindor."

"Choosing Slytherin? Slytherin will help you to greatness, there is no doubt about it - but it seems you have a new idea?"

"Gryffindor isn't bad either, your parents both chose Gryffindor, I think you should—"

"Gryffindor?"

"Don't go."

"Then Slytherin." The Sorting Hat emphasized his tone, and he always felt that this scene seemed familiar.

"Don't go."

The old hat suddenly became crumpled, and the slits that served as his lips were crinkled tightly together.

"A good boy must learn to listen to the old man's good advice. I, the Sorting Hat, have been in charge of the Hogwarts branch for more than 1000 years. Have I ever been wrong?"

"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 that you didn't assign him to Azkaban?"

The Sorting Hat, blocked by Harry's words, remained silent, wondering if there were any scolding mothers grinning out of Harry's hearing.

'How did Lily give birth to a son like you? ’ He wanted to say it, but as the Sorting Hat, he was professional.

Harry seemed to hear the Sorting Hat taking a deep breath to calm his mind.

"Are you still breathing?" He asked in surprise.

"cough cough"

"I!"

The old hat finally held back.

"You don't go here, you don't go there"

The somewhat annoyed Sorting Hat curled his mouth, he is going to establish the authority of the Sorting Hat now!His old hat is not made of mud!
"grid--"

Gryffindor had just uttered a syllable when he pinched his mouth with one hand, and the Sorting Hat, which had been pressed back for the next few syllables, made a strange 'cackling' sound as it struggled.

The little Gryffindor wizards who were about to stand up and cheer were stunned, and Snape, who almost threw the table over, was also stunned.

"Please don't try to lay eggs on my head, will you? Mr. Sorting Hat, you are not a hen, stop barking."

The auditorium, which was silent for a moment, roared with laughter after a moment of preparation, and the Sorting Hat, whose mouth was pinched by Harry, was unable to utter an excuse.

"Give it up! Let it go!"

He hurriedly said to Harry, "Don't pinch, don't pinch, the old hat has lost all face."

"They are laughing, they are laughing! They are laughing at you! Don't you blush? If I had a face, I would definitely blush."

"That is to say, in fact, you have no face to lose?" Harry asked anxiously, causing the hospital hat to tremble.

"Hey, you unlucky boy."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Hat, have you taken a bath all these years? I feel like I'm getting muddy."

"Of course I have washed it! How is it possible? How can my old hat not be bathed for more than 1000 years? I raise spiders and let them weave silk and weave webs to patch me up?"

Some Sorting Hats with a guilty conscience spoke in a not-so-firm tone, laughing and trying to fool them, "The light in the auditorium today is so bright that it hurts my eyes."

"I'll take it for granted."

Harry could only choose to believe it, to lie to himself that at least he would still be in the mood to eat later, otherwise it would be too off-putting.

"Then where are you going?"

"Go to Hufflepuff."

"Again. Hiss~ This year is really weird. Forget it. Where do you like to go? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't ask, and you didn't give me a chance." Harry said innocently.

"Decided?"

"Decided."

"Then hurry up and let go of your hands, my mouth is deformed."

"Don't yell later, I'm not going to Gryffindor."

"My sorting hat is the kind of bad hat that tricks little wizards?"

"I don't know who just made the arbitrariness." Harry rolled his eyes, but unfortunately the Sorting Hat couldn't see it.

"You, me, there are still people queuing up behind me, hurry up and let go, old hat, I'm really... really unlucky this year"

Amidst the Sorting Hat's broken thoughts, Harry let go of his hand, and the old hat moved its wrinkled mouth and shouted:

"Hufflepuffs!"

Gryffindor was stunned. They were all ready to cheer before, but now it was the Hufflepuff next door who cheered. The little badgers were extremely happy, as if they had won a rare victory.

Snape on the teacher's bench murmured: "It's acceptable if you're not Gryffindor, it's acceptable."

Professor Flitwick seemed to hear some hallucinatory voice again. He looked around, but no one opened his mouth.

"Maybe I should go to Bobby (the school doctor Pomfrey) for a physical examination?" Professor Flitwick, who began to suspect that there was something wrong with his ears, frowned, but the thought didn't last long, and he glanced at Snape , complaining in a voice that he could only hear: "Potion that smells like shit or shit that smells like potion? I'd rather die." He drank a glass of wine to suppress his shock, so as not to be bitter in his mouth.

After Harry, there are the last three freshmen left. They were sorted into Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. The sorting ceremony ended. Professor McGonagall took the sorting hat and left, feeling hungry at this moment The feeling of feeling arises spontaneously, and lunch seems to have been a long time ago.

Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a big smile and opened his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than seeing the students all together.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words, which are 'Idiots! Sniffs! Scum! Screw!'"

"thank you all!"

Dumbledore sat down again, and on the seat beside him, Grindelwald's old handsome white-haired guy pouted, "You guess riddles every year, Al, your taste should change."

"Isn't it nice to see kids bewildered, Gail?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, then raised the golden goblet as a slight gesture.

(End of this chapter)

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