The King of Flags at Hogwarts

Harry leaned forward: "Isn't the young lady a student yet?"

Fred nodded and said with great admiration, "The young lady was not even seven years old at that time, far from being old enough to start school."

Harry nodded, and for some reason, the image of this young lady inexplicably overlapped with that of his younger cousin in his mind: "And then? What happened next?"

"Of course, it was dropped; the principal and deans all protected the young lady. But this time, the young lady was really angry, and she made another prediction."

She said, "These families are so wealthy and powerful, they will never go bankrupt."

Harry: "..."

You still say this isn't a curse?

Fred and George burst into laughter: "Harry, why aren't you asking about the result?"

Harry shrugged. "Need you even ask? Those families went bankrupt, of course."

The two brothers slapped the table, as happy as if they had accomplished this themselves: "Yes, yes, this time, half of the twelve Hogwarts board members have been replaced. Some businesses in the wizarding world have undergone a major reshuffle, and a number of new families have emerged."

"These newly established families all have portraits of their young mistress in their homes, saying that she's blessed them with wealth. How hilarious!"

"Headmaster Dumbledore knew that things couldn't go on like this, so he made Lady Dumbledore's prophetic abilities public. As a result, no one dared to openly provoke her anymore."

Harry nodded in agreement, "That's true. The young lady can just open her mouth and the prophesied family will be ruined. Who can withstand that?"

The door to the private room was opened, and a little girl with thick, curly brown hair stood in the doorway, followed by a chubby boy.

“Hello, I don’t know if any of you have seen Neville’s Rafox?” She explained, “Rafox is Neville’s pet, a toad.”

All the boys in the room shook their heads; they had indeed never seen Laifu before.

Harry then asked, "Have you tried the Summoning Charm?"

George and Fred said in unison, "The Summoning Charm is a spell that you learn in higher grades!"

Harry tilted his head, looking puzzled. "But my cousin told me that the Summoning Charm is a very simple spell."

Harry pulled out his wand and whispered, "Lucky, fly away!"

Then a toad flew out of Neville's pocket and landed on Harry's hand.

"Oh, Laifu! I didn't expect you to be hiding in my pocket!"

The chubby boy happily accepted the blessing and thanked the man repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, thank you so much."

The brown-haired girl's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh, you're really good at magic! Let me introduce you. I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Harry nodded slightly and said in a soft but clear voice, "My name is Harry, Harry Potter. This is Ron Weasley, and these two are Ron's brothers, George and Fred."

Hermione, with a mature air, said, "It's a pleasure to meet you all. Especially you, Harry Potter, your story is all over the books, you're really famous."

Neville stood there, somewhat embarrassed, and awkwardly interjected, "Oh, I, my name is Neville Longbottom. Thank you again, Harry."

Hermione pouted and continued, "Just before we came in, you seemed to be talking about the young lady of Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded.

Hermione immediately became excited: "She is truly the pride and role model for us girls! She is so amazing."

Hermione sat down next to Harry without a care in the world. "I subscribe to the Daily Prophet. The young lady of Hogwarts is a regular in the paper!"

She was the youngest Animagus, and she developed a potion that could heal the wounds caused by failed transfiguration, and she also…

Hermione launched into a long, detailed account of everything she knew about the young lady, acting like a devoted fan.

George and Fred exchanged bewildered glances. They realized their young lady had achieved so much in so many fields; it seemed they had been quite ignorant after all! The young lady is truly amazing!

At this moment, Harry finally asked the most crucial question.

"But, may I ask what the young lady's name is?"

The group exchanged glances and said in unison, "Bobby Evans!"

Harry adjusted his glasses and said timidly, "Would you believe me if I said that the young lady is my cousin?"

Chapter 7 Sorting Ceremony and the Talent Recruitment Competition

Bobby Evans was being held down in the lounge by her godmother; it was her big day at school, and she couldn't be allowed to wander off.

Poppy summoned her Patronus using the Patronus Charm, amusing herself. She was incredibly bored; where were those little sprouts? She was starving.

The guardian she summoned was a fierce-looking creature with a human head and a sheep's body, eyes under its armpits, tiger teeth, and human hands—it was none other than the Taotie, a ferocious beast from China.

This is also why she never changes form after learning Animagus at the age of seven, because usually, the animal that Animagus transforms into is the same as the wizard's guardian spirit.

Her Animagus was an incredibly ugly gluttonous creature, can you believe it? The officials who registered the Animagus were shocked!

The other rule about Animagus, namely that Animagus cannot transform into magical creatures, actually makes a lot of sense.

The final step of her long Animagus ritual was incredibly perilous. Had Poppy not relied on her extraordinary obsession with food to reach an agreement with the glutton, she might have truly become a monster.

It turns out that Animagus can also transform into magical creatures, but the wizard needs to possess a trait that is highly compatible with that of the creature.

You don't believe my discovery? Then try to create one yourself. Oh, you failed. That must mean your traits don't match it perfectly. You think I'm a fraud? Come on, let me create one for you…

It was this discovery that earned Bobby a third-class Order of Merlin, along with her paper and her achievements in potions.

Finally, the tightly closed door opened, and Mama McGonagall smiled and said to her, "Bobby, come quick, everyone's here, we're about to begin the Sorting Ceremony."

When Bobby arrived at the Great Hall, the long tables of the four houses were full of people. She had seen this kind of "grand scene" five times before, although she had only been an observer the previous five times.

A long line of little devils waited for the Sorting Ceremony. Harry, hiding in the crowd, quietly waved to her. She smiled back, which excited Ron: "Harry, did you see that? The young lady smiled at me! She smiled at me!"

Mama McGonagall led Bobby to the group, gently patted her head, and then stepped forward to preside over the ceremony.

Let's not even talk about the Sorting Hat's song; it's not only unpleasant to listen to, but it also seems like it's just padding out the lyrics.

"The Sorting Ceremony has officially begun. Those whose names are called, please come to the front, sit in that chair, and put on your Sorting Hats."

"Hannah Abbott!"

Hannah is always there, never absent.

Hufflepuff!

……

Soon it was Bobby's turn.

"Bobby Evans!"

A commotion erupted in the Great Hall. As the eldest daughter of Hogwarts, Bobby was naturally the center of attention. Which house would she end up in?

On the professors' table, Dumbledore was calm and collected; Professor Flitwick had a smile on his face; Professor Snape was extremely nervous, his whole body was trembling slightly, and he gripped the knife tightly in his right hand, as if he would rush up and poke two holes in that stupid hat if the Sorting Hat dared to send Bobby to a house other than Slytherin.

Soon it was Bobby's turn, and she trotted over to the Sorting Hat.

"Hey, Bobby, we meet again!"

“Hello, Mr. Sorting Hat,” Bobby picked up the Sorting Hat and looked it over. “I told you, washing it won’t make it fade, it will just make it shine.”

"Alright, kid, hurry up and put it on me."

Bobby put on the Sorting Hat and sat there quietly.

"Hmm, a wondrous and noble ancient bloodline..."

Before the Sorting Hat could continue muttering, Bobby interrupted him in his mind: "Mr. Sorting Hat, are you kidding me? My parents are both Muggles."

The Sorting Hat said, "I'm absolutely certain that one of your parents is a descendant of a prominent wizarding family. It's not uncommon for Squibs to become Muggles, is it?"

"Okay, you have a point."

"Hmm, noble blood, eager for success, pursuing glory, and sometimes even resorting to underhanded tactics, you are very suitable for Slytherin."

"However, your courage and enthusiasm are exactly like those of Gryffindor himself, so Gryffindor is also a good choice."

“Oh, and wisdom! Exceptional wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind. The light of your wisdom is so dazzling that I would not be surprised if you became Ravenclaw’s best student.”

"Kind, tolerant, and with a passion for food, if Lady Hufflepuff were still alive, she would probably welcome you into her school."

"This is difficult, extremely difficult."

Ten minutes passed, and the Sorting Hat remained silent.

Snape had put down the slightly bent knife and picked up a fork—a fork could also pierce a hat.

"Little Bobby, I really can't decide which house to sort you into. Professor Snape wants me to sort you into Slytherin, Professor Flitwick wants me to sort you into Ravenclaw, and although Professor McGonagall didn't say anything, Dumbledore asked me to consider sorting you into Gryffindor."

Tell me, where do you want to go?

“Hufflepuff,” Bobby thought to herself, “is closest to the kitchen!”

"Hufflepuff!" After a grueling fifteen-minute scramble, the Sorting Hat finally announced Bobby's abode.

Professor Pomona Sprouse jumped up from her chair with delight; the plump middle-aged woman even excitedly waved her fist.

"No!" ×3

The heads of the three houses—Gryphon, Eagle, and Slytherin—voiced their opposition simultaneously.

Snape stood up excitedly and shouted, "This doesn't count! I demand a re-sorting!"

Flitwick, unusually, did not object to this illogical request; he nodded frequently, indicating his agreement with Snape.

Professor McGonagall exclaimed, "A goddaughter should be with her godmother!"

Snape and Flitwick shouted at the same time, "We're her godfathers!"

Professor Sprout also clearly stated his position: "Since the Sorting Hat has decided Bobby's affiliation, then according to the tradition of thousands of years, Bobby must be my Hufflepuff student."

Seeing that the four heads of the house were about to engage in a full-blown fight, Dumbledore had no choice but to step in.

"Four professors, please calm down!"

The old man's words still held true, and the four noisy people finally quieted down.

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Let's hear what little Bobby has to say about why she chose Hufflepuff."

Everyone looked at Bobby.

Bobby put down the Sorting Hat and said in a loud and clear voice, "The heads of Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Ravenclaw are either my godfather or my godmother. Choosing any of them would hurt the other two, so I chose Hufflepuff."

No one knows a daughter better than her mother, even her godmother.