The Black Bloodline of Hogwarts

(Intro)

Yo!

The entire audience fell silent as I began to sing!

Millennia of wisdom are hidden in the brim of the hat.

Don't let my worn-out appearance fool you; I may not look particularly dashing.

I will establish order at Hogwarts!

(Verse 1)

Put down the silk hat and put away the extravagance and ostentation.

I'm the only OG player with the Magic Hat in the entire arena.

See through every conflicting thought in your mind.

Let me tell you about the fate of these four long tables:

The crimson flames burn away all cowardice (Gryffindor!)

Blue copper wings, knowledge soaring through the clouds (Ravenclaw!)

Yellow and black badger paws, firmly gripping the earth's loyalty (Hufflepuff!)

Those silvery-green snake eyes do not represent indifference (Slytherin!).

(Hook)

Don't tremble! New student!

Don't look away! Make eye contact!

The moment the hat was put on.

Follow your heart's choice

Listen to my rhythm

Find your perfect long table

Hogwarts rhymes

It will always be my masterpiece!

(Verse 2)

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The faculty and staff were bewildered, but Dumbledore clapped along with the rhythm with great interest.

Professor McGonagall had clearly listened patiently to the Sorting Hat's rap. "Young wizards whose names I call, please come forward and sit on the stool, and then put on the hat."

"So Sorting is like wearing hats. But I still hope it sorts me into Gryffindor, or George and Fred will laugh me to death," Ron muttered to Harry.

"Julien, what do you think?" Harry asked, somewhat uneasy.

"I don't really care, either way is fine," Julien shrugged indifferently.

"Don't be so nonchalant, whatever you do, don't go to Slytherin! Most dark wizards come from Slytherin. Oh, and that Malfoy family from earlier were all Slytherins." Ron muttered a warning to Harry and Julien again.

Liria listened silently from behind, her big eyes blinking.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, and the sorting process officially began.

"Hannah Abbott!"

The blonde girl, her face flushed, stumbled toward Professor McGonagall. Guided by McGonagall, she sat on a high stool, her large hat instantly obscuring most of Hannah's face.

After a few seconds of silence, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!" At the same time, enthusiastic applause erupted from the yellow and black table.

Hannah took off her hat and stumbled back to the long table at Hufflepuff, sitting down at the very end. Several older students from the neighborhood extended their hands to her.

Seeing the "Iron Hat Princess" return to her throne, Julien secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The general direction of the plot shouldn't change. The Sorting Hat's crazy song had startled him earlier.

"Shillem Julien Black!"

When Professor McGonagall announced the second name, there was a moment of silence, followed by whispers that drifted like autumn winds across a rice paddy.

"Blake? Which Blake?"

"Are there any members of the Black family left in this generation?"

"He's probably just a Muggle wizard."

The discussion at the Slytherin table was quiet, but everyone wore expressions of doubt or deep thought. Prefect Gemma Farley and Marcus Flint exchanged a glance.

Upon hearing the name "Black," a bat-like man in black at the faculty seats suddenly turned his head, his face showing shock and anger. However, he paused when he saw Julien's eyes. He then cast a questioning gaze at Headmaster Dumbledore in the center of the seats.

Old Deng maintained his smile and made no other comment, indicating that he was aware of the matter.

Julien, with the same smile as Deng, walked forward unhurriedly.

"Ron, why does everyone seem to have such a strong reaction to the surname Blake?"

"Oh, Harry. I would be surprised if I didn't know about your relationship with him."

Why?

"You know, your parents had a friend named Sirius Black, and it was he who betrayed them. Of course, I know this Julien has no connection; he's a relative on your mother's side. But the others don't know that."

When Julien put on the Sorting Hat, the entire auditorium fell silent. The surname Black carried too many heavy memories. All eyes were on Julien.

The sorting cap was on his head, obscuring part of his vision.

"Hmm..." An aged yet wise voice resounded directly in his mind, "Interesting, very interesting. Ancient glaciers flowing with clear streams. Interesting."

"Is this what you're seeing, Mr. Sorting Hat?" Julien started a chat.

"I don't practice mind control; I'm just feeling. Mr. Blake. Do you understand, I mean an analogy?"

"Oh, please continue."

"You have the courage of Gryffindor, yet you dislike the limelight; you have the ambition of Slytherin, yet you despise intrigue; you admire the loyalty of Hufflepuff, yet you find them too conventional; you crave the knowledge of Ravenclaw, yet you find them too boring;..."

"So," Julien answered in his mind, "could I apply to be a day student and change colleges every day?"

The Sorting Hat seemed amused, letting out a low chuckle. "You're clever, child, and... cunning. But deep down, what you truly crave is freedom and change."

"So, where should I go? How about Hufflepuff? It's closer to the kitchen."

"In that case, we'll grant your wish, Heravinclaw!"

"What?"

"The Sorting Hat doesn't speak clearly."

The young wizards below began whispering among themselves again.

"Where did you mean?" Julien himself was a little confused.

"Ravenclaw. I don't know what happened, I meant to say Hufflepuff, but the words just came out of my mouth. It's like some force in your mind made me change the word."

"Alright then, Ravenclaw it is."

Julien stood up lazily and walked slowly toward the Ravenclaw table.

At this moment, in the magical resonance library in his mind, Murphy lazily stood up and slowly walked towards the depths of the bookshelves.

Julien arrived at the Ravenclaw table, where there were slightly fewer students than in the other houses.

As soon as he sat down, a tall, handsome boy leaned over and extended his hand to him. "Hello, I'm Robert Hilliard, the Ravenclaw prefect. I'm also the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team."

"Hello, I am Julien Black. I have just arrived from France, please take care of me."

"France? Oh, if I may ask, do you have relatives in the British wizarding world?"

"Oh, yes, there are." Julien paused deliberately, and Robert raised an eyebrow.

"My mother's surname is Evans, I don't know if you remember her," Julien said with a smile.

"Evans? I don't remember him?" Robert asked, somewhat puzzled.

Just then, a senior girl with flaxen hair came up from behind, covered her mouth, and exclaimed, "My God! Lily Evans?"

"Yes, Lily Evans is my aunt."

Seeing that the boy still didn't understand, the flaxen-haired girl said directly, "Harry Potter's mother's maiden name was Evans, Lily Evans."

"Oh my god! So you're Harry Potter...?"

"Yes, he's a distant cousin, right?"

"I see. By the way, this is Penelope Crivate."