Hogwarts: My Spell Infinite Derivation

Chapter 82 Making History, The Collapse of the Sorting Hat

"Azkaban!"

The high-pitched scream echoed beneath the dome of Hogwarts Great Hall, instantly freezing the atmosphere in the room.

Dumbledore's expectant smile instantly froze, turning into disbelief.

Professor McGonagall's eyes revealed terror.

Even in Quirrell's mind, Voldemort's voice paused for a moment, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest thing.

"Azkaban?"

"Hahaha, is this lousy hat made of hair oil stuck to his head?"

After the laughter subsided, Voldemort's voice gradually became more curious.

"Or perhaps, does this young wizard, Charles Evans, truly possess such potential?"

"Is he so evil that the Sorting Hat decided to sort him into Azkaban?"

"Besides robbing Ransom Alley, what else did he do?"

At this moment, there was also a great commotion in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

A variety of gazes, some curious, some fearful, and some awe-inspiring, converged on Xia Er.

Charles, filled with righteous indignation, ripped off the Sorting Hat.

"Azkaban? How do I have anything to do with Azkaban?"

"Disgrace!"

"A blatant stain!"

Meanwhile, Charles was filled with doubt.

Is the Sorting Hat's ability to capture minds really that powerful?

With his mastery of brain-sealing techniques, even if he only opens a small opening to let it read a few thoughts, he can only read his strongest thoughts at the moment.

The Sorting Hat couldn't possibly read its own memories or see what it had done, so how did it end up sorting itself into Azkaban?

Should we eliminate the Sorting Hat now, so that there's no way to prove anything?

Fortunately, just before Shire could take action, Dumbledore waved his wand.

"quiet!"

The once noisy hall fell silent instantly, all sound silenced by Dumbledore's spell.

Charles was taken aback.

He sensed the power of Dumbledore's Silence Charm; if he hadn't had the Dragon Armor Charm as magical protection to neutralize it, he probably wouldn't have been able to make a sound for a while.

That would mean being unable to chant incantations, and one's strength would suddenly drop significantly.

Just from this one spell, you can tell that Dumbledore, wielding the Elder Wand, has probably maxed out the spell's power.

Even Voldemort, with his seven Horcruxes and overwhelming magical power, wouldn't last long in a direct confrontation.

Deep Blue's notification sounded in Charles's mind as well.

"The host has obtained high-level materials for the Silence Spell, and the points required for subsequent deductions of the Silence Spell have been greatly reduced."

Upon hearing this suggestion, Charles's eyes lit up immediately.

Did Dumbledore, the old man, suddenly get a ton of gold coins?

So, can we find more opportunities for Dumbledore to take action in the future?

Think of how many high-level materials you can get this way, and how many points you can save!

Meanwhile, Dumbledore went to the center of the Great Hall, picked up the Sorting Hat, and then understood the reason behind what had happened earlier.

After figuring out why the Sorting Hat had sorted the Ciel into Azkaban, Dumbledore's expression shifted, and he looked at the Ciel with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"When the Hogwarts Sorting Hat was established, its creators imposed numerous constraints on it. In subsequent admissions, hundreds of loopholes were plugged to ensure that the Sorting Hat makes the most reasonable and fairest sorting of students."

"Therefore, the magic on the Sorting Hat has not needed any adjustments for hundreds of years."

"But I'm afraid that starting today, the Sorting Hat will have to be subject to a new constraint."

"We cannot sort a young wizard into Azkaban just because he is thinking about how to cook the Sorting Hat."

"Ciel Evans, I must say, you've made history at Hogwarts."

"But I sincerely advise you that the Sorting Hat has never been washed in thousands of years, so even the strongest seasoning probably can't cover up the smell of hair oil on it."

"Cooking the Sorting Hat? No, please, I don't want the whole Hogwarts Castle to reek of greasy hair..."

When Dumbledore's voice echoed through the Great Hall, the Silence Charm was immediately dispelled, but everyone below the Great Hall was still in shock and could not recover for a long time.

A series of stares fell on Xia Er, their eyes filled with admiration.

The wizards of Hufflepuff, in particular, are almost worshipping the Shire.

They had assumed Hufflepuff was the best school for cooking, having tried all sorts of amazing ingredients.

Who would have thought there was such a talent?

I want to take a bite of the sorting cap?

When it comes to eating, Hufflepuff would call Ciel the strongest!

Immediately afterwards, some of the little witches let out screams of terror.

They didn't react much when they put on the Sorting Hats because they were nervous.

Now that they've come to their senses, hearing Dumbledore admit that the Sorting Hat hadn't been washed in thousands of years, the smell of greasy hair seemed to waft towards them, making them restless and wishing they could find a place to wash their hair immediately.

After this farce, Dumbledore looked at the Sorting Hat.

"Alright, now it's time to seriously choose your school."

Even with patches on it, the Sorting Hat still refused to be worn by Ciel.

"Dumbledore, I'm telling you, he's serious. This little devil is serious. He really wants to eat me."

"I could just feel his saliva gushing out."

"Keep a close eye on your things, you really need to, or he might chew up your wand if you're not careful!"

"As for the Sorting House, let him choose whichever he wants. In any case, please let me keep my distance from Charles Evans. Also, whatever you do, don't let him know where I'm being kept. I don't want him to break down the door and cook me one day."

Dumbledore's face was full of helplessness.

"It's not that exaggerated!"

"It's normal for a little wizard to be a bit greedy; the Sorting Hat is overthinking it."

"How could Mr. Charles possibly break down the door and boil you? Such a cruel thing is beyond the capabilities of a young wizard..."

After some persuasion, the Sorting Hat reluctantly went through the sorting process again, grumbling and whining.

It was placed back on Ciel's head, whispering in Ciel's mind.

"Charles Evans, where should I assign you?"

"I'm sure you have courage. You should have the courage to do some incredible things."

"Of course, you also have a passion for knowledge, and I sense that you have a rather strong appetite for those ancient magical books."

"Ambition is not lacking either."

"As for your pursuit of delicious food, it is even more intense."

"All four colleges would be a good fit for you, don't you think?"

In response, Charles asked a question.

Which academy offers the most magical food and has the most access to magical materials?

The Sorting Hat immediately spoke.

"That's Hufflepuff, of course."

"Hufflepuff himself is very passionate about food, and many of the magical dishes that have been passed down to this day originated from Hufflepuff. The students of this house are also very passionate about food; they have their own small kitchens that are open 24 hours a day!"

"At the same time, Hufflepuff has a long history of producing masters of magical herbs, who have access to all sorts of rare herbs, and they are also very skilled at raising magical creatures..."

Before he finished speaking, Charles made his choice without hesitation.

"Hufflepuff!"

When this shout rang out, enthusiastic applause echoed across the long table in Hufflepuff.

Countless Hufflepuff wizards looked at the Shire with the eyes of someone welcoming a god.

They were certain that with the addition of Shire, the young wizard who was the first in a thousand years to think of using the Sorting Hat to make food, Hufflepuff's recipes would certainly have many more interesting additions.

At this moment, Ciel slowly stood up, his hand reaching towards the Sorting Hat on his head, and in his heart he sincerely said goodbye to the Sorting Hat.

"I'm sorry, Sorting Hat Grandpa, I was just a little greedy, I didn't expect to give you such a big scare."

"I just thought you were an ordinary magic hat, but who knew you were actually a living, thinking, unique Sorting Hat with a thousand years of history?"

"If I had known this beforehand, how could I have ever had any designs on you?"

"Can you accept my apology?"

The shock of the Sorting Hat gradually subsided, and at the same time, a sense of guilt arose.

Although he was frightened, how could he shout out the Sector of Azkaban in public?

This is really bad for the young wizard.

It was rare that the child actually apologized to him. Yes, he was just a little greedy, and ignorance is no excuse.

So the Sorting Hat said kindly.

"It's alright, child. I also want to apologize to you. What I did just now was very inappropriate..."

Before the Sorting Hat could finish speaking, Ciel thought urgently in his mind.

"Could I go talk to the Sorting Hat when I have some free time?"

"I think you have a very pleasant voice, are knowledgeable, and have a great sense of humor. Sigh, I don't have many friends, I'm not sociable, and I can't get along with children..."

The Sorting Hat immediately exclaimed happily.

"Of course, kid, to be honest, I get really lonely when it's only brought up once a year. I really want to talk to someone."

"I'm kept in the second drawer of the third row on the left as you enter the principal's office. If you want to talk to me, you can go into the principal's office to find me."

"The password to the principal's office is some kind of weird dessert, like a pile of cockroaches or something. Just try them one by one from Honeydukes' candy list..."

Just as the Sorting Hat was rambling on, Ciel slowly grinned and took it off his head.

"The principal's office is the second unit in the third row on the left as you enter, right? I've got it."

At that moment, the Sorting Hat was dumbfounded.

"???"

"Holy crap, is he trying to trick me into telling me something?"

"#￥%￥!"

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore, I'm moving, Dumbledore!"

Before the Sorting Hat could even utter a word, Ciel waved his wand and tapped lightly.

A Silence Charm silenced the Sorting Hat's voice.

The Sorting Hat's eyes widened in horror, and he mumbled something unintelligible.

It stared at Dumbledore, hoping that Dumbledore would stand up for it.

"Dumbledore, do something, Dumbledore!"

"Say something! In broad daylight, under the clear sky, Charles Evans won't let me speak!"

Immediately afterward, with the Sorting Hat looking on expectantly, Dumbledore made a move.

He added another silence spell to the Sorting Hat.

Merlin above, this hat is indeed very noisy. Tonight has been noisy enough, and Dumbledore doesn't want to cause any more trouble.

At the same time, Dumbledore gave the Shire a look of admiration.

"A beautiful Silence Spell, Ciel, Hufflepuff +10!"

In an instant, the Sorting Hat was dumbfounded.

"grass."

"Let this world... be destroyed."

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(End of this chapter)