American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

Professor McGonagall frowned as she glanced at Harvey, who had let out a strange cry. Considering the child's special circumstances, she refrained from scolding him.

Hermione gave Harvey a gentle nudge. "Keep your voice down, the professor is watching you!"

Harvey looked embarrassed and apologetic, but his eyes were fixed on the tall, thin boy who had put on the Sorting Hat and was sitting down.

The Sorting Hat hesitated for a moment, then immediately shouted.

"Hufflepuff!"

As soon as the Sorting Hat finished speaking, a round of applause broke out.

"Clap clap clap..."

Sitting on the right side of the long table, the upperclassmen from Hufflepuff House applauded enthusiastically in celebration that another freshman had been assigned to their house.

After careful observation, Harvey concluded that the guy with the same name as Superman was probably just a coincidence.

"Phew..." Harvey let out a long breath.

Thank goodness, as the protagonist, how could there be someone with a bigger background than me?

Professor McGonagall gently pressed down the applause, and as it quickly subsided, she called out, "Next up, Ron Weasley!"

When Ron was called out, he clumsily jogged out of the line, but almost tripped on the steps of the high platform in the center of the auditorium. Harvey almost burst out laughing.

“Harvey, didn’t you say that every freshman would have to go through a troll’s test during the Sorting Ceremony?”

Hermione, realizing she'd been tricked, nudged Harvey with her shoulder, her pretty face full of reproach.

“Uh…” Before Harvey could even make up a story, a ghost dressed in gorgeous clothes suddenly passed through the wall of the auditorium and floated above the ranks of people.

The sudden appearance of this ghost attracted the attention of many young wizards in the queue.

Even Hermione, not bothering to question Harvey, looked curiously at the ghost above her head.

"Is this the special existence in the wizarding world, a ghost? According to 'Hogwarts: A History,' there are hundreds of ghosts at Hogwarts."

"For example, in the girls' restroom on the second floor of the castle, there's a girl named Myrtle who cries all the time... Ah—"

Hermione was explaining the origins of ghosts in a deep, hoarse voice, seemingly trying to scare Harvey.

But then he suddenly screamed, which really startled Harvey.

Looking up, I saw that it was a ghost's head that had fallen off...

Do not!

To be precise, the ghost's head and the back of its neck were still connected by a thin strip of skin and flesh.

"what--"

Screams rose and fell in the ranks.

It seems that Hermione wasn't the only one frightened by this horrifying scene.

"Don't be afraid, that's Nick the Headless, a special ghost from Hogwarts, harmless to humans."

Professor McGonagall quickly spoke up to comfort the frightened young wizards.

The ghost floating in the air was displeased upon hearing this.

While slowly reattaching the head, he said angrily:

“Professor McGonagall, as a professor you should address me by my full name. My name is Sir Nicholas de Minsey-Popington!”

Professor McGonagall had no intention of arguing with the ghost; she simply raised her wand slightly.

Nick, who was almost headless, suddenly disappeared into the wall.

Chapter 25 The Sorting Hat is so unreliable!

Seeing the ghost chased away by the professor, Hermione patted her flat chest; she had almost been scared out of her wits.

Harvey, who has a naturally strong heart, shook his head speechlessly.

"It's just a ghost, is it really that scary?"

Unbeknownst to anyone, his calves were trembling slightly as he spoke...

To be honest, Harvey isn't just being stubborn.

Who wouldn't be startled if someone's head suddenly fell off?

After the brief incident, Professor McGonagall continued to preside over the Sorting Ceremony.

"Alright, next up is Susan Burns."

......

"Next, Hermione Granger."

After waiting for more than a dozen young wizards, it was finally Hermione's turn.

Before leaving, Harvey gave him an encouraging look.

Hermione took a deep breath and walked confidently and calmly up the steps.

She had barely sat down, and the Sorting Hat hadn't even touched Hermione's fluffy hair, when she shouted.

"Gryffindor!"

Hermione paused, then quickly stood up, put the Sorting Hat back on the stool, and walked toward the long table where the Gryffindor students were gathered amidst applause.

"Next up, Harvey Ferguson."

Harvey, still remarking in the queue, thought that Hermione was ultimately destined for Gryffindor.

He was stunned for a moment when he suddenly heard Professor McGonagall call his name.

Realizing what was happening, Harvey straightened his wizard robes, held his head high, and walked gracefully up the steps with small, quick steps.

Harvey approached the stool and gently pinched the edge of his dirty Sorting Hat to prevent it from getting too dusty.

Looking at the Sorting Hat, which kept shaking off dust.

He gritted his teeth and put it on his head.

As soon as Harvey put on the Sorting Hat, he heard the Sorting Hat's strange, incoherent voice in his mind.

[Whoosh... I am the greatest magic hat in the world... Which house does the little wizard want to go to?]

Is it the brave and righteous Gryffindor, or the kind and honest Hufflepuff...?

"To Gryffindor!"

Oh? But the thought in your head tells me... you want to go to the college with the most beautiful girls?

"I want to go to Gryffindor!"

Harvey emphasized each word.

"Aha~ I understand. The Sorting Hat will follow the deepest desires of each little wizard, so—"

"Ravenclaw!"

Harvey: "......"

Harvey's expression stiffened when he saw Hermione's slightly disappointed look in the audience.

The Sorting Hat is so unreliable.

I'm clearly a model student who loves learning, yet it slanders me by saying I only went to Ravenclaw because there are so many pretty girls?!

"Clap clap clap..."

Harvey stood up cleanly and put down the Sorting Hat, then walked towards the long table where the Ravenclaw students were, amidst applause.

Professor McGonagall was somewhat surprised; she had thought Harvey would be sorted into Gryffindor or Slytherin.

Unexpectedly, it was the intelligent and learned Ravenclaw who was the one?

But the sorting ceremony had to continue, so Professor McGonagall could only suppress her doubts and call out to the next new student.

"Harry Potter."

The moment the name was uttered, the auditorium fell silent, followed by a cacophony of whispers and discussions.

"Is it Harry Potter?"

"The boy who miraculously survived?"

"The savior of the magical world?"

The new students were initially a bit reserved, but upon hearing the name Harry Potter, which represents miracles, they all joined the gossip discussion.

Being talked about by so many students, Harry Potter was visibly nervous, and he lowered his head and silently quickened his pace up the steps.

The Sorting Hat hesitated for a long time this time.

Even as the clamor in the auditorium gradually subsided, the Sorting Hat still hadn't provided a clear answer regarding house selection.

Some students were already getting impatient.

Even if you are the savior, you can't waste everyone's precious mealtime.

Harry Potter was so nervous that sweat began to bead on his forehead as he was stared at with ill intent by some hungry students.

Fortunately, the Sorting Hat finally stopped agonizing over it.

"Gryffindor!"

Sparse applause rose from the audience, which seemed somewhat incongruous with Harry Potter's reputation as the savior.

Professor McGonagall was very patient with Harry Potter, who had a special status, and offered a word of encouragement.

"Go on, don't be afraid, Harry. Gryffindor will be your home from now on."

Harry Potter nodded vigorously, his face showing slight excitement, and walked towards Gryffindor House.

Next, Professor McGonagall named another heavyweight.

"Draco Malfoy."

Harvey, sitting at the long table, noticed that Harry Potter's archenemy was none other than Malfoy, who came from a pure-blood family.

He tossed his handsome short blond hair and walked up the steps with deliberately slow, aristocratic steps.