Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity.

Chapter 15 Sorting Ceremony
The Hogwarts Sorting ceremony takes place every year.

Everyone is also paying attention to it, after all, it concerns whether those outstanding fresh bloods will enter their own colleges.

This year's branching ceremony is particularly eye-catching!

The savior that the British wizarding world has been waiting for for ten years has finally stepped into the world of magic, and another prophet who is also full of legends will also be enrolled this year.

In addition to these two people, there are also many descendants of pure-blood families who may hold important social positions in the future and will also be enrolled this year.

Those who have a strong sense of collectivism and want to expand their own camp have been eager to try.

Draco Malfoy even wanted to show his affection to Harry Potter on the train, but unfortunately, he failed because Ron Weasley was beside him.

Looking for a prophet?
Draco never thought of that.

His father had told him to be careful of the prophets.

Although he was young, Draco, as a pure-blooded 'noble', knew that some of his family's businesses were not completely white.

It would be fine if the prophet was the type who turned a blind eye, but if he was the kind of "messenger of justice" who was very serious about things, he might get into trouble.

After all, everyone wants to know other people's secrets, but doesn't want others to know their own secrets.

Information asymmetry is a powerful and terrifying thing!

"Hufflepuff!" Hannah, who was the first to put on the hat, walked towards the long table where applause was ringing.

When she sat down, the applause from the long table filled with Hufflepuff students stopped, and everyone looked at the Sorting Hat with anticipation, waiting for the next little wizard to come forward.

Roger didn't recognize many of the little wizards who came forward next.

The ones that Roger remembered were only Harry's trio, the Malfoy trio, and Neville, who had many highlight moments.

As for the others... those who understand will understand.

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin... different house names appear in a cycle in the Sorting Hat's mouth.

The V in Roger Virgil's last name belongs to the last batch to be called up.

The long wait made Roger bored and his mind wandered.

In one academy, students are brave and courageous, in another academy, full of knowledge and wisdom, in another academy, students are kind and generous like a father, and in the last academy, students are proud and like elegance...

Is there really nothing to learn from?

"Roger Virgil!" Professor McGonagall held up the parchment and shouted the name.

Roger came to his senses, cheered himself up and walked to the stage.

"Roger? He's the legendary one..."

"Is he Roger? The Prophet?!" The little witch who had just sat down in Gryffindor recognized the person she met on the train.

"Harry Potter has been taken by Gryffindor, so it's our turn to be the Prophet, right?" some Slytherin students chattered.

"Oh my God, please, Merlin, don't let him come to our school. My uncle said that he is a big devil who will not be happy if he doesn't kill Muggles in a day..."

"Your uncle lied to you." The little Hufflepuff witch defended her acquaintance.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but Roger couldn't hear most of it, and he didn't want to listen.

The Sorting Hat was pulled down, blocking his view.

Then a voice sounded.

"You really don't want to go to Slytherin?"

"Okay, you don't have to keep talking. So which one do you want to go to... uh."

There are always some special children in the sorting ceremony. After all, many early wizards were weirdos themselves, and their education level was really worrying. After so many years since the school was founded, the Sorting Hat has become accustomed to it.

But Roger's situation still makes it more difficult to deal with. At this moment, Roger is like a repeater, with only one voice in his heart.

'Not to Slytherin, not to Slytherin xN.'

Even if I talked to him, there was no other response.

Well, it seems I need to use some real skills.

The Sorting Hat concentrated and asked, "Well, although I feel that Slytherin is the best match for you, if you don't want to, forget it. How about Gryffindor?"

"Do you think you are often timid?" The Sorting Hat tried to hear Roger's thoughts about himself from his constant repetition.

"No, recklessness is not bravery. You can overcome your fear and you have true courage."

"What do you mean by never regretting death? I will go even if there are thousands of people against me? Your standards are too high."

"What about Ravenclaw?"

"Not smart enough, always making mistakes?"

"It is wisdom to face your mistakes and try to correct them, rather than just ignore them."

"If we sort the houses according to your standards, basically no one will be able to enter Hogwarts."

"Hufflepuff... well, Hufflepuff really doesn't match your personality type."

The Sorting Hat pondered for a moment between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

Then came the answer.

"…Gryffindor!"

The reason why the Sorting Hat gave this answer is very simple. The root of Roger's wisdom lies in his courage to face everything and his desire to become stronger and gain more, similar to Slytherin.

If he doesn't want to go to Slytherin, Gryffindor is indeed more suitable for him.

At the same time as this voice rang out, screams and cheers from the direction of the Gryffindor table almost blew the roof of the Great Hall off!

The students waved their pointed wizard hats in their hands.

Savior, prophet, this sorting ceremony is a grand slam for Gryffindor!

Roger looked in the direction of Gryffindor... Well, not everyone was so excited, and there were a few individual students who didn't dare to look at him.

Just like Professor X is sometimes not too popular with people who have secrets.

After Roger sat down, the students around him immediately came over enthusiastically.
Roger, who has extensive experience in commanding troops and leading teams, naturally knows how to deal with people, and he can handle small situations with ease.

Roger noticed that the boy with glasses and a scar on his forehead not far away looked a little curious about him, but didn't dare to talk to him.

There were only a few people after Roger, and the sorting ceremony ended quickly.

Then came the customary singing of the school song and the opening of the banquet. Headmaster Dumbledore said the same things as Roger remembered, that we must not go to the right corridor on the third floor, and we must not go to the Forbidden Forest.

While his classmates were chattering and eating a sumptuous dinner, Roger would occasionally look in the direction of the professor's seat.

Not to see Professor McGonagall, though.

Instead, he was watching Quirrell, professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Snape, professor of Potions.

From what Roger knew, Snape seemed to be a man of sharp words and did not like gossiping or talking about family matters.

But at this moment he was frequently whispering with Professor Quirrell beside him.

"...Since the beginning of the school year, Snape has been targeting Quirrell?"

Roger knew that Voldemort was living behind Professor Quirrell's head, but he didn't know whether Snape was testing him or following him.

(End of this chapter)