Hogwarts Card System.

Chapter 18, Sorting House, Azkaban~

At the end of the four long tables in the auditorium, which were filled with students, a high-backed chair and a very old, worn-out, wrinkled wizard's pointed hat were already placed on the open space.

Further away at the far end of the Great Hall are the professors' dining tables arranged in an arc, with Dumbledore, dressed in a white robe and sporting a white beard, in the center.

He was significantly taller than others even when seated, and his long, white beard reached all the way down to the bottom of the table. He looked quite old, but seemed to be in good spirits.

Ted glanced around and saw Snape, with his greasy hair and gloomy face even on a joyous occasion, sitting on the professor's table; Flitwick, the half-elf sitting on a specially raised stool; and Quirrell, who looked like an Indian with his head wrapped up.

Thankfully, at least the main storyline for the first year hasn't changed.

If Quirrell disappeared, or if he wasn't wearing a headscarf, Ted would really be confused about what was going on.

If you get completely lost right from the start, that's a truly hellish start.

Professor McGonagall, holding a piece of parchment, announced loudly, "Students whose names I call, sit down in your chairs and put your hats on your heads..."

The Sorting Hat on the high-backed stool twisted, and its folds transformed into eyes and a mouth, then it began to sing:

"This is a legend that spans thousands of years, recounting the stories of four powerful and wise wizards."

Brave Gryffindors, from the desolate swamp. Beautiful Ravenclaws, from the tranquil lake.

Kind Hufflepuff comes from a vast valley. Clever Slytherin comes from a quagmire.

They vowed to impart all their knowledge, and sorcerers and wizards came from afar to make their vows greater, until this castle stood on the shore of the Black Lake…

The young wizards were naturally dumbfounded, seeing a singing hat for the first time.

Ted clapped his hands symbolically: "You sang well, but don't sing it again next time."

Professor McGonagall, clearly tired of hearing it, simply read out the name: "Hannah Abbott?"

"Yes." The Iron-Hat Prince responded and quickly ran up, nervously putting the Sorting Hat on his head. His little head couldn't support the Sorting Hat at all, and it even covered his eyes.

"Hufflepuff!" After about four or five seconds, the Sorting Hat loudly assigned her to Hufflepuff.

The Hufflepuff badgers clapped to welcome her, and she waved to Ted, who was not far away. They knew each other beforehand, introduced by her grandfather, Old Tom.

The main characters come and go, but Hannah remains constant; everything else follows naturally. Forget Ron's first kiss with the raider Lavender Brown, forget the explosive genius Seamus…

Simon Finegan, known as the demolition genius, not only had the unique skill of blowing up cauldrons, but also caused the organization to be besieged by Umbridge on his very first night after joining Dumbledore's army—an event known as the Moshir Bombing Incident.

The time it takes for each person to be assigned to a hospital varies; some are assigned as soon as they put on the mask, while others take one or two minutes to get a result.

Ted felt a slight chill, after all, the Sorting Hat definitely had some ability to legitimize or assess a wizard's personality.

Although Ted, as a psychic, had taken good care of his mind, it hadn't been tested yet, so he was unsure of himself.

They were worried that if something went wrong, it could lead to a major disaster.

Years later, this legend still circulates: Child, when you enrolled, the whole of Hogwarts resounded with your Sorting House—Azkaban!

However, there was no time for him to indulge in his fantasies, because Epiphany's first letter is E, and he was ranked quite high.

Professor McGonagall quickly called his name: "Ted Epiphany!"

She glanced at Ted, clearly impressed by this student. She had even mailed Ted her old Transfiguration textbooks.

Professor Ted nodded to Professor McGonagall, put on his hat, and sat down in the chair.

As a spiritualist, he has a profound understanding of spiritual issues and possesses unique coping skills.

Generally, the ability to probe a target's thoughts can only detect their current emotions or ideas. It cannot extract memories, unless using extremely violent methods.

So Ted only needed to start recalling all the books he had read before, and almost 1 million units of data flowed by at a time, allowing him to finish flipping through a book in ten seconds.

If the Sorting Hat can still detect his emotions or thoughts in this situation, then it is a magical artifact!

"Hmm..." The Sorting Hat hesitated: What the hell is going on?

It's the first time it's felt a headache. Is it growing a brain?

There was no movement for thirty seconds.

Ted decided to take the initiative to break the deadlock. He asked in a low voice, "Is there a problem, Mr. Hat?"

"Hmm... It's a difficult decision. It feels like some force is influencing me to truly understand you..."

Concealing thoughts and adding Mind Resistance Lv2 really works; techniques like Mind Control, Mind Reading, and Truth Potion are disrupted.

Add to that Ted's unethical "mind-flow attack," which ambushed this age-old enemy, leaving it truly bewildered.

Several dozen seconds later, the Sorting Hat finally spoke.

"Shrewdness, a pursuit of power, and a disregard for law and authority—these qualities suit Slytherin perfectly..."

Ted: Huh?

"Intelligent, knowledge-seeking, and adept at handling all the problems she encounters, she's a perfect fit for Ravenclaw..."

Ted: Hmm?

"Courageous, eager for the unknown, with extraordinary courage and boldness, very suitable for Gryffindor..."

Ted: Huh?

"Diligent, content with the ordinary, and possessing a rare, loving, and tolerant heart—perfect for Hufflepuff... What should I do?"

Ted: You're fucking lying, aren't you?

Ted seriously doubted that it could see things clearly, which was why it said all four houses were fine. It was like fortune-telling, just repeating the same old thing over and over again!

Knowing his method had worked, Ted was in control.

Feeling it was a rare opportunity, he asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, Mr. Hat, how old are you?"

"Hooray, I'm over nine hundred years old!"

"Wow! Magic that can last for a thousand years is truly amazing," Ted exclaimed with a look of "shock."

"Oh ho ho ho ho, you flatter me, you flatter me, it's not that serious." The Sorting Hat felt very comfortable being patted.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall coughed a few times, and the Sorting Hat realized, "Ahem, we have to continue the sorting."

"You're not going to assign me to Azkaban, are you?" Ted asked.

"Haha, you're so funny, I like you." Even the Sorting Hat laughed.

That's good!

Ted breathed a sigh of relief: "I think as long as it's not Slytherin, it's acceptable."

"Are you sure? You should be able to make a great career out of there."

"Of course, you also said I'm content with a simple life and I've never thought about doing anything great. Besides, do you really think a yellow-skinned Muggle orphanage kid like me is suitable for Slytherin?"

"Fine, since you insist—Ravenclaw!!!" the Sorting Hat yelled at the top of its lungs!

After more than four minutes of hesitation, the Sorting Hat sorted Ted into Ravenclaw.

The young wizards below and the professors above were getting impatient.

Professor McGonagall glanced again at Ted, who had put down her hat and bowed to her—it had taken her five minutes to be sorted into Gryffindor during the sorting process.

To be honest, she was a little disappointed that Ted didn't get sorted into Gryffindor. After all, she quite admired this independent and self-reliant little guy.

Of course, Ted wasn't disappointed at all. After all, if he had fallen into Professor McGonagall's hands, he probably wouldn't have gotten any good juice.

Ted waved to Hermione and Harry and sat down at Ravenclaw's table.

A group of people nodded or welcomed him.

Ron whispered to Neville and Jerry in the crowd, "It's a pity Ted didn't get into Gryffindor!"

Jerry whispered back, "That doesn't affect our friendship, does it?"

Neville: "Yes." These five friends were his first group of friends, and their relationship wouldn't be affected by their different colleges.

Hermione looked at Ted, feeling a little anxious.

After Ted sat down, he began to think.

Ravenclaw! Being a scholar or a magic researcher wouldn't be bad either.

The name "Ravenclaw" literally translates to "Raven's Claw," but its hidden meaning is "greedy predator," signifying a thirst for knowledge.

Ravenclaw's motto: "We come from the lake, we are wise and learned, we love to study, we are different, we are visionary, we are Ravenclaw."

"We are scholars clad in darkness yet seeing through it; we are ravens soaring in the sky yet never forgetting to gaze upon the earth."

"I am grateful to the ancient Ravenclaw for giving me insightful eyes and a sharp mind."

However, Ravenclaw's presence in the original books is not very strong.

Perhaps the most frustrating thing for Ravenclaw herself is that none of the outstanding students mentioned in the original books have attended her house.

The Triwizard Tournament's main trio—McGolden Goblet, Dumbledore, and Snape—were from Gryffindor, while Snape and Voldemort were from Slytherin. If Grindelwald had studied at Hogwarts, he would have been sorted into Slytherin without a doubt. And Cedric Diggory, the true Triwizard Tournament contender, was a Hufflepuff.

Utterly embarrassing!

But Ravenclaw isn't so bad either. As the saying goes: "Think long and you'll want to know; know many and you'll crave more; Ravenclaw, don't be troubled by anything..." Uh, never mind! Never mind!

A "ding" sound woke Ted up.

"Quest [Magical World! (Blue)] Completed. Rewards: 500 experience points, Magic +1, random card."

Ted clenched his fist, suppressing the urge to open the card on the spot. It would be terrible if anything unusual happened.

Hold on, wait until night when no one is around.

This is unbearable!

At that moment, Professor McGonagall called out Hermione's name.

The little girl quickly ran over and put the hat on her head; Hermione was assigned...

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joke:

Harry went up and sat on the high-backed stool, where Professor McGonagall placed the enormous Sorting Hat on his head.

"Hmm, very brave, very intelligent. I think you're suited for materials science." The Sorting Hat's voice echoed in Harry's mind.

"No biochemistry and environmental materials! No biochemistry and environmental materials..." Harry muttered to himself.

"Don't you want biochemistry, environmental science, or materials science? You clearly have the potential to achieve great things... Since you've made up your mind, then—the School of Civil Engineering!"

Upon hearing this, Harry collapsed to the floor, his face blank, as if his soul had been ripped away.

Next is:

Harry Potter and Concrete Stone

Harry Potter and the Project Manager's Office

Harry Potter and the Crane Operator

Harry Potter and the Wine Glass

Harry Potter and the Department of Supervision

Harry Potter and the Bathing Prince

Harry Potter and the Red Bucket of Death

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