People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 230 Sorting—Hufflepuff!
"Hello, Badger Granger. Welcome to Hogwarts." Dumbledore extended his hand, with horror still in his eyes.

A fourteen-year-old wizard actually had such magical attainments, some of which he couldn't understand.

Especially the floor, which healed so smoothly that there was no trace of the transformation at all.

Bagir: This is the power of magnetic field and atomic reorganization!

Logically, he should be suspicious of the boy in front of him.

But the kingly bearing and righteous aura that Bagir possesses are something that a dark wizard could never replicate.

Snape, with his long black straight princess-cut hair, bit his hair lightly. His eyes narrowed into slits, he looked coldly at the figure who was being received by Dumbledore.

He had been secretly looking into Harry's eyes before, and noticed the familiarity of the foreign boy in those eyes.

He had always been criticizing and disliking Harry, but now he had to start worrying about him.

Other professors were just as shocked and curious as Dumbledore. If it weren't for the principals and students from other schools, they would probably rush to the place where the tree disappeared and study it up close.

As for Karkaroff, Maxim, and Fleur and Krum who were obviously selected as warriors, they were wary and at the same time glad that the boy in front of them was an international student from Castrobus and did not meet the requirements of a warrior.

Old Crouch, who appeared early and had been sitting on Dumbledore's right, as a powerful figure in the Ministry of Magic, began to think about the education problems at Hogwarts.

Is it true that education in the UK has fallen far behind other countries?
The students in the audience howled loudly in ecstasy.

There are both girls and boys.

It was ten times more lively than when Krum had just appeared.

This also included students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, who were sitting on both sides of two specially added small long tables.

"I know why the Sorting Hat is still in the Great Hall."

Hermione still stood, her hands clenched into fists over her chest, her eyes looking like the Beauxbatons student who was about to pull a string after performing.

As for Bagel, when Dumbledore enthusiastically asked for another little trick in the magic he had just performed, he reminded: "It's time to sort them."

Among the time travelers, he is probably the only one who has been sorted twice by the Sorting Hat.

But this time it won’t be the same as last time.

He was sorted directly into Gryffindor without even having a complete exchange with the Sorting Hat.

"Well," Dumbledore said somewhat disappointedly, "Professor McGonagall, please arrange the sorting for Mr. Granger."

Professor McGonagall, who was talking to old Crouch on the left, put down her glass.

Even though he knew the names of the students who were about to be sorted, he still picked up the list that had been on the table.

"Basil Granger!"

Basil strode towards the Sorting Hat.

He picked it up from the high stool and sat on it ceremoniously.

Sadly, the hat in the movie version wasn’t big enough to block his view.

It wasn't dirty enough, either, without the mold and dust that had become part of the hat and had a lot of history behind it.

It made him feel a little less involved in reminiscing about the past.

More importantly, this put him face to face with the burning gazes of the people in the audience.

Students at almost every table were whispering the name of their college, hoping that Bajir could be assigned to their college.

This even includes students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

The movie version of Beauxbatons is a girls' school, and he can only be admitted if he changes his gender.

And Durmstrang, are you guys from some gay school somewhere?
Just like Grindelwald!
"Okay, can you undo Occlumency?" the Sorting Hat said loudly. "I'm in the Sorting House."

Bagir's face darkened. He had forgotten that the Sorting Hat in the movie had a microphone on the public screen.

And he was too powerful.

The tentacles of the Sorting Hat that were trying to touch his surface thoughts were offset by the magical magnetic field lingering around the ends of his hair before they even touched his scalp.

He didn't even feel it yet.

This is the helplessness of being a person with strong magic magnetic field.

It’s not that his perception is insensitive, but the feeling of being invaded is not as strong as the slight sense of oppression caused by the weight of the hat.

It's like walking in the drizzle, finding the feeling of a little dust in the air and his touch from the cool feeling of the rain touching the skin.

"I'm fine." Bagir, who had already released the surface protection of his mind, further gathered his own magnetic field.

"That's right," the Sorting Hat nodded with satisfaction. "Well, it's difficult. Very difficult."

Upon hearing this, Bagir was delighted. I finally look like the protagonist!
"Noble blood."

The Slytherins, who had been hiding their enthusiasm for suspecting that Badgill was a relative of Hermione, led the applause.

“Very knowledgeable and talented.”

The Ravenclaw students also began to applaud.

"Heart." The Sorting Hat didn't know whether it should say the last two words. Giving all beautiful girls a home is considered kind.

"Good-hearted."

Hufflepuff joined in the applause.

The Gryffindor students, especially Hermione, had bloodshot eyes, as if the Sorting Hat would tear them to pieces if there was no "courage" in its next words.

“And very courageous.”

The Gryffindor students finally smiled and clapped contentedly.

Most of the students from the four colleges joined the team, as if whichever college applauded the loudest would win, and Bagir would join the team.

The loud announcement of the Sorting Hat was almost drowned out.

"Oh my goodness, not bad!"

"You fit all four colleges perfectly."

"Your choice is—"

"Slytherin!" "Gryffindor!" "Ravenclaw!" "Hufflepuff!" "Beauxbatons!" "Durmstrang!" The students shouted out the name of the house that Basil was assigned to on behalf of the Sorting Hat.

These sounds were like the roar of thunder.

He pretended to be cool without any spells, and walked in the storm and cold rain. Little Crouch, who was pretending to be Moody, was frightened and rolled into the mud.

Even in his imitation of Moody he had almost achieved full marks.

But the slippery ground and the wooden prosthetic leg are still the best combination for wrestling.

"Silence!" Dumbledore shouted.

"Please continue," Professor McGonagall said politely to the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat said nothing.

Because a brainstorm was going on in Bagir's mind.

First up, Slytherin.

Genevieve Gaunt, who was replaced because she was too beautiful, played Pansy, although she had only acted in "Prisoner of Azkaban".

But because the Goblet of Fire did not appear, Pansy in this world is still the little black-haired beauty.

And Gryffindor.

Although there is Hermione, his original world is that of a Gryffindor student.

It is still necessary to change a college in this world.

Maybe the system will recognize this identity and give out 20 gems every day.

As for Ravenclaw.

This can be ruled out, Penelope and Cho Chang in the movie are not suitable. Padma, who is prettier than her sister in the movie version, is also in Gryffindor, not Ravenclaw.

The remaining Hufflepuffs.

The dormitory closest to the kitchen, the most comfortable, and the one closest to his home environment.
"Hufflepuff!" yelled the Sorting Hat.

"We have Granger!"

"We have Granger!"

The Hufflepuffs cheered.

Cedric, who seemed to be the leader of Hufflepuff, quickly stood up and arranged a team for Basil.

Professor Sprout clapped his hands and smiled so brightly that his face looked like a flower blooming.

"Hufflepuff?" Snape's eyes showed more fear.

Abandon the more outstanding Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and even not go to the Roughnecks' College, but go to Hufflepuff and become a good-for-nothing?
This guy definitely has no good intentions.

Professor Flitwick, who was stabbed by Hagrid's fork while he was distracted by chatting up Maxim, now felt pain in the back of his hand and in his heart.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips as she left with the high stool and the Sorting Hat. How could Gryffindor be looked down upon? At least there should be Ravenclaw!

Draco Malfoy, who was huddled in the corner with Crabbe and Goyle and lowered his head, smiled. "I thought he was some kind of person! Hufflepuff? Huh~"

Hermione lay on the table in disappointment, and Harry beside her comforted her, "Don't worry, we are in class together anyway."

Ginny followed her boyfriend and added, "It's better than being separated from each other in Castrobus."

Despite her grief, Hermione remained extremely organized, "I should have known. Students at Castrobinghe are naturally fond of Herbology and are good at Potions. Even their uniforms are bright green."

"Not to mention the way he showed up. Hufflepuff is the most suitable school for him."

Ron rubbed his knife and fork, "Why aren't we eating yet?"

"Ron Weasley!" x2 Hermione and Ginny burst out instantly.

Dumbledore, who was still standing on the podium, seemed to have heard Ron's call.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and especially distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign students. "It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

The Hufflepuffs, including Cedric (but not Badgill, who was lamenting the lack of ghosts in the Great Hall and complaining about Sony's inhumanity in order to save money), had already picked up their knives and forks.

Ron from Gryffindor, who had just been taught a lesson, had already fixed his eyes on the empty plate.

"The Tournament will begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore. "I invite you all to eat and drink as much as you like at home!"

As soon as the words fell, the plate was immediately filled with food.

Moody Crouch Jr. struggled to his feet from the mire and was still on his way.

Baguirre also started eating and said to Susan Bones, who was blushing beside him, "Not bad, this French bouillabaisse."

Dinner time is over and it's dessert time.

Filch ran out of the auditorium again and called a few extras whose backs were only shown in the movie to carry in a gorgeous little tower that seemed to be made of gold.

And moved the podium.

Ron, who was still filling his plate with ice cream and pie, was also attracted by the scene.

The most important thing was that Dumbledore stood up and walked to the tower, "Everyone please pay attention!"

"I have a few words to say."

He placed his hand on the small tower, indicating that he had more to say than just a few words.

"Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament."

"That student, however, must complete three tasks."

“Three extremely dangerous and difficult tasks.”

Fred and George became excited instead, "Absolutely!" "Absolutely!"

And Crouch Jr. had already reached the door of the auditorium and was gradually approaching.

"In view of the above reasons, the Ministry of Magic has introduced a new regulation."

"I would like to ask the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation to provide further clarification."

As Crouch Jr. walked into the hall, Crouch Sr. walked around Snape from behind and walked down from the guest of honor seat.

"Mr Barty Crouch." Dumbledore's words seemed to address both of them at once.

In an instant, a violent lightning and deafening thunder were projected from the dark and magical ceiling as if it was raining.

Causing bursts of screams.

Basil stroked his chin, "Interesting, this Hogwarts can actually directly sense those who have ill intentions towards the school and issue a warning. How come Quirrell in the first film is fine? Is it because Voldemort is so skilled, or does he also have the authority of Slytherin in the movie version? Or is it that Voldemort only targets Harry and Dumbledore's forces and truly loves the school?"

'Well, I should look at Voldemort's memories. I've been busy creating the world and raising fish these days.'

During the time that Bagel was thinking, the culprit, Crouch Jr., was not doing nothing.

He raised his wand directly, pointed it at the ceiling, and a red rope-like plasma beam of magic shot out.

The ceiling returned to calm.

Basil looked at Dumbledore, who seemed to have no doubts at all, and there were other professors who knew about this defense mechanism.

However, Mad-Eye has become even crazier after his retirement.

Thinks almost everyone is an enemy.

Just like Ron, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table not far away, said, "He's the one who captured half of the prisoners in Azkaban, but now he's always crazy."

The entrance of 'Mad-Eye' completely overshadowed the main event.

No one cared who Crouch Sr. was, and no one cared about the Triwizard Tournament.

The scarred skin, the terrifying blue magic eyes, the strange prosthetic legs, the deep breathing like that of a wild beast, and his reputation in the magic world completely attracted the attention of almost everyone.

And Mad-Eye's blue magic eyes were also spinning wildly.

Capturing Harry Potter's face among all the others.

His target was the guy who had managed to defeat his master.

"Dear old friend, welcome." Dumbledore hurried forward to support him.

"The ceiling is stupid." Mad-Eye greeted Dumbledore with forced calmness.

He quickly walked to the wall and took a sip of Polyjuice Decoction to calm himself.

Old Crouch walked up to the crowd with a sour face, "After careful consideration, the Ministry of Magic finally decided that for safety reasons, all students under the age of seventeen -"

"No way!" some students under the age of seventeen who anticipated what was to come complained.

"You are not allowed to register for this Triwizard Tournament."

"It's not fair." Another student shouted.

"This is the final decision." Old Crow read it out almost in one breath, with his hands spread out and his fingers trembling constantly.

He knew what was going to happen next.

As expected, the students, led by the Weasley twins, started cursing.

"Bullshit decision!"

"Bullshit decision! What the hell!"

"Crouch gave birth to a son without an asshole!"

Hearing this, Mad-Eye touched his butt.

(End of this chapter)