Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 12 The Sorting Hat's Choice
Professor McGonagall was holding the parchment, and when she called Damon, a barely perceptible softening expression flashed across her face.

But the commotion that followed this name left her a little confused.

She looked at Damon who was smiling at her, feeling a little confused, but after seeing her expression, Damon smiled even more brightly.

"Glen-Lan-Fendo-Glen-Lan-Fendo-"

Suddenly some students started shouting.

Afterwards, a large number of Gryffindor students quickly joined in, and their chants gradually became uniform and loud.

The Slytherin snakes watched the scene grimly, their smiles veiled – Damon was a natural Slytherin, and they actually thought he would go to Gryffindor?
Under Professor McGonagall's serious gaze, the trumpet sounds gradually died down, and Damon sat on the four-legged stool and put the greasy Sorting Hat on his head.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the hall.

At this moment, the Sorting Hat on Damon's head suddenly sang loudly: "

Oh, you may think I'm just an ordinary hat,

But hidden above me is the key to wisdom;
I can see into his soul.
Find the place where he fits best.”

At the same time, Damon heard a subtle voice in his ear:

'Difficult, very difficult - courageous, ambitious, and extremely talented. Oh, my God, where should I put you?'

"Anywhere besides Slytherin is fine."

'Not going to Slytherin, are you?' the little voice asked. 'Have you made up your mind? You can do great things, you know, and if you decide, Slytherin can help you achieve greatness, there's no doubt about it - not willing? Well, since you've made up your mind - then you'd better go to Gryffindor!'

The Sorting Hat suddenly began to sing again:

You have Slytherin ambitions,
That cool, rational, and calculating shrewdness;
But there is also the Gryffindor flame,

Be brave and fearless, and don’t be afraid of the challenges ahead.”

The tempo of the singing gradually quickened, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Damon, waiting to see how this interesting contest would end.

You are the kind of person who is destined to be brilliant.

Whichever path you choose, I will guide you;

But in your heart, there is a strong heart——

You have made your choice.

As the last sentence fell, the Sorting Hat paused, and the hall fell into silence again. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the Sorting Hat's final decision.

Then, suddenly, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Glenfindor!"

"Wow!"

The entire restaurant erupted in deafening applause. Gryffindor students surged towards Damon like a tide, standing up to welcome him, while the Slytherin students remained silent, their eyes revealing unconcealable dissatisfaction and confusion.

"We have both Daemon and Potter! We have both Daemon and Potter!"

The Weasley twins shouted from the crowd.

Daemon smiled as he stood up and walked towards the Gryffindor table, ignoring the little snakes behind him who were sending him sad glances.

"Damon White, is he the child Minerva mentioned? He does seem somewhat unique."

In the guest of honor seat, Dumbledore looked at Damon, who was surrounded by Harry like a star, with his eyes shining.

At this moment, Damon seemed to notice the old man's gaze, turned his head, and waved with a bright smile.

".seems like a good kid."

With the completion of Damon's sorting, the only one left was Blaise Zabini, who was sorted into Slytherin.

Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, picked up the Sorting Hat and left.

Albus Dumbledore stood up, looked at the students with a smile on his face and opened his arms to them. It seemed that nothing made him happier than seeing students gathered together.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words, which are: 'Fools! Snivels! Scum! Twist!' Thank you all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Damon applauded enthusiastically, leaving Harry and Hermione standing by stunned.

"You know what he said that was interesting?"

"I don't know, just applaud." The two people who originally thought that Dumbledore was a little strange now began to feel that Damon also made them a little confused.

However, as the empty plates in front of them were suddenly filled with food, they no longer cared about these things and started to eat with relish.

"It looks really good." The ghost in the ruff said sadly as he watched Damon cut the steak.

"Are you Nearly Headless Nick?"

Damon swallowed a small piece of steak and looked at the ghost in the sky with interest.

"I think I prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas." He fixed his eyes on Damon, cleared his throat, and said:

"Gryffindor hasn't won the house cup for a long time, and Slytherin has won it for six consecutive times! But I believe that you will lead Gryffindor to win the new house cup!"

"Oh? I'll try my best."

Damon picked up a roasted chicken leg and said perfunctorily to Ghost.

In fact, he was not particularly interested in the College Cup - this little honor game where points were awarded and deducted entirely by the teachers was as childish to him as competing for red flowers in kindergarten.

Moreover, with Harry Potter around, even though Grenadiers didn't get any points along the way, they would always win the House Cup at the end of the semester.

"Try your best! How can I say that? I don't want to lose to the Bloody Baron again! He's Slytherin's ghost!"

Nick shouted angrily at Damon twice, then went to talk to the other Gryffindor freshmen.

After everyone was almost full, the main course disappeared and many desserts appeared on the long table. The freshmen started chatting while eating desserts.

Hermione and Harry sat on either side of Damon. On Hermione's left was Neville, and on Harry's right was a freckled red-haired boy who was secretly looking at them.

"My parents are both Muggles. My father is a dentist. I know everything about Harry and Damon. What about you, Neville?"

"Oh, I was raised by my grandmother, she was a witch."

Neville was called by Hermione, and he was a little uneasy, so he told her about his bumpy journey of awakening magic - his Uncle Algie always tried to take advantage of people's unpreparedness and force him to show his magic skills. When he was eight years old, his uncle grabbed his ankle and hung him from an upstairs window.

Later, the other party lost his grip and Neville fell down and bounced up again, awakening his magic power.

Damon listened to this from Neville's mouth, suppressed the smile in his heart and gave Neville a thumbs up:

"Dude, you're also the Boy-Who-Lived."

Neville didn't understand his hidden meaning and thought Damon approved of him. He was flattered and his face flushed red.

Hermione gave Damon a reproachful look. Although she didn't know what Damon meant, she knew he was making fun of Neville.

Harry, on the other hand, was whispering with the red-haired Ron Weasley, and the topic was mainly about Damon's previous performance - in this way, the two quickly became familiar with each other.

As the meal ended, Professor Dumbledore stood up again and the restaurant returned to silence.

"Well, now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I would like to say a few words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I would like to give you some tips.

"First-year students, please note that the woods on campus are strictly prohibited. Some of our older classmates should also remember this."

Dumbledore's shining eyes glanced towards the Weasley twins.

"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors between classes.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team please contact Mrs. Huo Qi.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

The fourth-floor corridor? Damon's lips curled slightly. If he really didn't want anyone to go, why would he say this so loudly? This was pure sting operation.

Dumbledore started planning at this time.

 'Idiot! Crybaby! Scum! Twist!'

Ravenclaw: Those three are idiots

Gryffindor: Those three are all crybaby cowards

Slytherin: Those three are scum

Hufflepuff: Are you three a little twisted?

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(End of this chapter)