Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

"Gryffindor, courage is supreme!"

Upon hearing the first sentence, Professor McGonagall nodded subconsciously. Yes, that was indeed the case.

"Our dean can turn into a cat!"

But Wentworth's second sentence immediately made Professor McGonagall's face darken.

"Starting with a sword, without saying a word, Gryffindor, the den of protagonists."

After speaking, Wentworth turned to look at McGonagall, just in time to see Professor McGonagall take a deep breath, seemingly calming herself down.

“Courage is indeed the symbol of Gryffindor, but Gryffindor is not just about courage! Okay, next, let’s talk about Ravenclaw.”

Seeing Professor McGonagall take a deep breath, Wentworth was secretly delighted. Mission accomplished, perfect!

Then Wentworth turned his head and continued:

"A prodigy, Ravenclaw!"

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall nodded subconsciously again. After all, no one could deny that Ravenclaw students were the most intelligent of the four houses and truly deserved the title of prodigies.

"The cafeteria is the furthest away, and the dormitories are the highest!"

But Wentworth's second sentence made Professor McGonagall feel an urge to cover her face.

"The sounds of wind, rain, and reading fill my ears; divination, spells, and the history of magic are all within my grasp; IELTS, TOEFL, CET-4, and CET-6 are all within my confidence; and I am certain of victory in all the tests, including civil service exams and public sector recruitment exams!"

"How can one display the majestic spirit of an eagle without soaring through the skies? Only after weathering countless storms can one truly understand the meaning of 'keeping one's feet firmly on the ground.' Ravenclaw, illuminating your path to success."

Before Professor McGonagall could even react, Wentworth had barely finished speaking when some freshmen, unable to contain their excitement, began asking about the colleges they were interested in.

“Then Hufflepuff? My father is a Hufflepuff!”

Seeing that Professor McGonagall didn't intervene, Wentworth smiled at the freshman and continued:

"Hufflepuff, located in the kitchen CBD, gives you the best chance to get food! A rustic guesthouse, unlimited milk tea, and also steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, roast duck, roast goose..."

As Wentworth was reciting the menu, he was surprised to find that many of the freshmen opposite him seemed to have a hint of glistening on their lips. He couldn't help but think that this was why there were so many Hufflepuffs.

“Every Hufflepuff knows how to fry eggs in a potion pot. The Hufflepuff philosophy is: So what if we come in fourth place in the House Cup? It's just last place, it doesn't mean we'll starve!”

After introducing Hufflepuff, Wentworth took a deep breath; he'd been so excited reciting the menu that his brain was a little oxygen-deprived.

But some people didn't want him to rest. Among the new students, Cassandra stepped forward and said directly:

"Hey, you haven't introduced Slytherin yet!"

Seeing this, Wentworth could only swallow hurriedly a few times before continuing:

"Slytherin, a lakeside room, a breeding ground for rheumatism! Looking up, one is unaware that the sky is in the water, and a bed full of sweet dreams presses down on the dark lake. Squid and fish soar, it is the paradise of the Slytherins."

"Surrounded by water on all sides, it is also protected from fire, theft, and sandstorms. Enjoy the services of Atlantis Sanya without leaving home!"

When Wentworth finally finished introducing the four houses of Hogwarts, there was a moment of silence outside the castle. After a while, someone shouted, "Bravo!" and then thunderous applause erupted outside the Hogwarts castle.

Wentworth stood at the front of the crowd, observing the reactions of those around him, and had the illusion that he was performing a stand-up comedy routine.

But soon, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out from behind:

"Silence! Silence!"

With the amplification spell, Professor McGonagall's voice resounded throughout the hall. The new students still respected the professors of Hogwarts, and the room quickly quieted down.

Wentworth was no exception. Having achieved his goal, Wentworth wisely retreated back to the freshmen and obediently watched Professor McGonagall.

“Mr. Wentworth, you seem to know quite a lot about Hogwarts, but there are many misunderstandings about it. I believe you will gradually understand once you actually enter Hogwarts!”

"Now, everyone line up and come in with me for the Sorting Ceremony! My goodness, everyone inside must be getting impatient!"

Professor McGonagall gave Wentworth one last fierce look before leading the freshmen, who had just lined up, into the castle.

But when Professor McGonagall turned away and was out of sight of everyone, a hint of worry appeared on her face.

Dumbledore, this child of the Grindelwald family, just like his grandfather, always receives applause for every public speech he gives, no matter what he says. Now, all the new students at Hogwarts remember his name, and he is only 11 years old!

As Professor McGonagall pushed open the ancient wooden door, a commotion reached the ears of the new Hogwarts students.

As the new students followed Professor McGonagall into the Great Hall of Hogwarts, countless curious eyes turned to them. When Wentworth passed by Hufflepuff's table, Cedric greeted him warmly, and Wentworth responded with a smile.

The students weren't the only ones curious; the teachers above the auditorium were too.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, it seems the new students are a little late this year!"

Dumbledore peered through his glasses, his gaze seemingly searching for something among the newborns. Wentworth clearly sensed that Dumbledore's gaze lingered for a moment as it swept over him, but quickly moved away.

Then, Professor McGonagall walked over to Dumbledore and whispered something to him.

Wentworth noticed Ilona sitting not far from Dumbledore. Clearly, Ilona's presence there indicated that she had gained Dumbledore's approval and become Hogwarts' new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Chapter Sixteen: The Sorting Ceremony

Professor McGonagall briefly recounted what had happened outside the Great Hall to Dumbledore. Finally, Professor McGonagall seemed to want to say something more, but Dumbledore waved her hand to interrupt her.

Professor McGonagall didn't lower her voice or use any soundproofing magic, so the professors around Dumbledore all heard what she was saying and looked surprised.

Ilona, ​​who was not far from Dumbledore, also heard it and a smile appeared on her lips.

Wentworth, you've already figured out the principle of making a name for yourself early, even without anyone teaching you. Before even enrolling, you already know how to establish your image among the freshmen. You've performed even better than I expected.

Ilona picked up the wine glass in front of her, raised it slightly towards Wentworth, took a sip, and looked satisfied.

"Professor McGonagall, let's proceed with the Sorting Ceremony first. We can discuss the rest later."

After waving to interrupt Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore spoke.

Professor McGonagall knew that some things were not suitable to be discussed here, so she did not insist and announced that the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony was officially beginning.

Upon hearing that the Sorting Ceremony had officially begun, many freshmen showed nervous expressions. Wentworth, who already knew the content of the Sorting Ceremony, found it somewhat amusing to see the nervous freshmen around him.

Looking around, among the new students, only Cassandra seemed relatively calm, but her already fair cheeks had become even paler.

Meanwhile, the Sorting Hat, which had been waiting for a long time, seemed to be getting impatient.

A sliver of an antique hat peeked out from the front of the crowd, and someone started singing a song to warm up their voice:

"La la la Hogwarts, la la la..."

As soon as the Sorting Hat opened its mouth, many freshmen couldn't help but cover their ears, including Wentworth.

After a long wait, Professor McGonagall stood next to the Sorting Hat, holding a long piece of parchment. Clearly, the names of this year's Hogwarts freshmen were written on the parchment.

As Professor McGonagall called out names, each freshman stepped forward, put on the Sorting Hat, and the Sorting Hat determined where they would live for the next few years.

"Cassandra!"

As Professor McGonagall's voice faded, Cassandra gently smoothed her long golden hair, then walked up with graceful steps.

Although she was also only 11 years old, Wentworth had to admit that the proud girl who walked past him already had a graceful figure and a stunningly beautiful face.

The moment Cassandra sat down and the Sorting Hat was placed on her head, it loudly proclaimed:

"Without a doubt, Slytherin!"

Inside the Great Hall, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the Slytherin table. After all, no upperclassman dislikes a pretty underclassman, right?

Upon hearing the Sorting Hat's decision, Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. She then calmly walked towards the Slytherin table.

As Cassandra passed Wentworth, she kept walking and saying:

"I've said it before, I belong to Slytherin!"

Finally, after a long wait, Wentworth heard his name spoken by Professor McGonagall.

After hearing Professor McGonagall's account of what happened outside the Great Hall, Wentworth walked toward the Sorting Hat, and many professors on the professors' bench turned their attention to him.

After Wentworth was seated, Professor McGonagall gave him a long look and placed the Sorting Hat on Wentworth's head.

"Hiss, this is a bit difficult, really difficult. First, let's use the process of elimination. Since they don't have enough ambition, let's eliminate Slytherin first."

"He seems to have the courage to face life and death. If that's the case, then, Gran..."

Hearing this, Wentworth became furious. "Aren't you pushing me into a fire pit?!"

Just as the Sorting Hat was about to pronounce Gryffindor's name, the Occlumency technique Wentworth had learned before starting school came into play.

Besides preventing others from knowing one's thoughts, once mastered, the brain-blocking technique can even allow one to freely construct thoughts in one's mind.

Without hesitation, Wentworth thought that if he went to Gryffindor, he would find an opportunity to take possession of the Sorting Hat. After all, the Sorting Hat belonged to Gryffindor, the founder of Hogwarts, and he, as a student of Gryffindor, was a recognized heir with the right to inherit it.

The Sorting Hat also caught Wentworth's thoughts, and swallowed the words it was about to say.

The Sorting Hat muttered softly, sounding somewhat aggrieved:

"How could anyone have such a bold idea?! I've never seen such a reckless student. I think you should be assigned to Azkaban!"

The Sorting Hat's voice wasn't loud, as if it was afraid of angering Wentworth. As a magical artifact with intelligence, the Sorting Hat actually sensed that Wentworth could really do it!

Only Wentworth and McGonagall heard the Sorting Hat's voice, and both of them were taken aback. To the others, the Sorting Hat seemed to be muttering something to himself, as if he hadn't made a decision for a long time.

Although Professor McGonagall was startled by the Sorting Hat's words, she did not forget her duty and coughed softly to herself.

Knowing he couldn't delay any longer, the Sorting Hat, somewhat conflicted and even questioning, said:

"Let me think about it. I know! How about Hufflepuff? I think Hufflepuff is the perfect match for you, Hufflepuff!"

This time, without Wentworth's opposition, the Sorting Hat breathed a sigh of relief and shouted Hufflepuff's name.

Upon hearing their house's name, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff table. One person cheered the loudest, and Wentworth looked in the direction of the sound to see Cedric.

After Professor McGonagall removed the Sorting Hat from his head, Wentworth went straight to the Hufflepuff table.

At that moment, Cedric said something to the classmate next to him and somehow saved a seat for Wentworth next to him.

Seeing Wentworth approach, Cedric stood up and hugged Wentworth, and the two sat down together.

"I never expected you would actually come to Hufflepuff!"

Cedric said, still in disbelief.

Wentworth, however, said with a broad smile:

"Hufflepuff has always been my dream!"

Wentworth's words drew admiring glances from the surrounding Hufflepuff students.