The years of welding at Hogwarts

The young wizards around began to discuss some experiences about the Sorting Ceremony passed down to them by their families.

There are many different opinions. Some say that the Sorting Ceremony requires them to fight a giant monster, some say that they have to kill a dragon, and some say that they have to pass an extremely difficult written test...

An atmosphere of uneasiness spread in the room.

A scream came suddenly, and it was surprisingly that twenty or so pearly white, translucent ghosts suddenly jumped out from the wall behind the little wizards and floated through the air.

A ghost in a tight-fitting coat with a ruff suddenly spotted the first-year students and greeted them all.

However, the freshmen at this time were still immersed in the shock that there were ghosts in the world, so no one responded to his greeting.

As a time traveler, Noah was not shocked, he was just too lazy to speak.

The ghost didn't care about the freshmen's impolite behavior.

After all, they have all been dead for hundreds of years, and the shortest is at least forty or fifty years.

Having seen countless classes of freshmen, they are no longer surprised by each class’s reactions.

"New students!" A plump ghost monk smiled at them, "I hope you can be sorted into Hufflepuff. I used to study in that house."

Without giving the freshmen a chance to ask how the Sorting ceremony would be conducted, he floated away through the wall.

The tightly closed door opened again, but Snape did not appear behind the door. Instead, a tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes appeared.

That was the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts, the head of Gryffindor House, the professor of Transfiguration, and the woman who almost became Noah's mother.

Minerva McGonagall.

Wait, she almost became my mother?

Noah shook his head frantically. Forget it. He didn't want to sleep forever on the beach by the Black Lake outside the castle just to protect Hogwarts.

Anyone who wants to be the guardian of the beach can do so.

Although Snape is a little foul-mouthed, a little too arrogant, a little too bootlickering, and a little hypocritical.

But putting aside these shortcomings, he is actually a pretty good person.

"Now, form single file," Professor McGonagall said to the first years, "and follow me."

The freshmen pushed and shoved into a single line, following Professor McGonagall out of the room, through the entrance hall, and through a double door at the back into the luxurious dining room.

There were four tables in the long hall, decorated with glittering gold plates and high-heeled wine glasses.

Above the table were thousands of candles floating in the air, providing light for the entire auditorium.

The velvety black ceiling was dotted with twinkling stars. Many students were attracted by the starry dome and forgot their nervousness for a moment.

Looking up at the ceiling, Hermione whispered, "The ceiling here is enchanted. It looks like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."

There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is the seat for the teachers.

Noah noticed two gazes coming from the teachers' seats, one from Dumbledore and the other from Snape.

Professor McGonagall led the first years to the front of the staff table and had them line up facing the seniors, with the teachers behind them.

The candlelight flickered, and the hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns.

The ghosts were also mixed in among the senior students who had already taken their seats, flashing dim silver light.

A four-legged stool was placed in front of the freshmen, with a pointed wizard's hat on top.

That tattered wizard hat is the legendary Sorting Hat. It has never been washed for thousands of years and is covered with grease, dandruff and dust from countless students...

Noah felt his scalp itching when he thought about wearing that thing.

He tilted his head and whispered to Shirley in a low voice, "It looks like we're going to wear that hat for the sorting. It looks so dirty. How about washing it later?"

It would have been fine if Noah hadn't said anything, but after hearing this, Shirley began to feel an itchy scalp.

She nodded in agreement, "Then you come?"

She herself is sure

She wouldn't give the hat a bath. She's not stupid.

The two were chatting happily when a creaking sound came from behind. When Noah turned around, he met Snape's murderous gaze.

Snape had a gloomy face, and judging from his trembling cheeks, the creaking sound of the mouse's teeth grinding must have been made by him clenching his teeth.

Worried that he would be shot in the back seven times and deemed to have committed suicide, Noah immediately straightened his back, looked straight ahead, and acted as if to distance himself from Shirley.

Professor McGonagall stood beside the high chair, a piece of parchment in her hand, and cleared her throat.

"Before the opening dinner officially begins, I have a few words to say to you."

"When new students first enter school, they should first determine their school affiliation. Sorting is a very important ceremony because during your time at school, the school is like your home at Hogwarts."

"You will attend classes with other students from the same college, live together in the college dormitory, and spend your spare time together in the college common room."

"There are four colleges in Hogwarts. Their names are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin..."

All the freshmen were listening to Professor McGonagall's speech attentively, except Noah who was distracted.

As a Hogwarts student in his previous two lives, he was already very familiar with the process of sorting. He could even read out the names of the students in the sorted houses without even looking at the list in Professor McGonagall's hand.

The first one to be sorted will definitely be the legendary owner of the Iron Throne, Hannah Abbott.

Just when Noah was about to fall asleep standing up, Professor McGonagall finally finished her opening speech, which she had used for who knows how many times and had never revised.

A burst of piercing magic sound instantly pulled Noah back from the edge of drowsiness.

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge a book by its appearance..."

The devilish singing gave Noah goose bumps all over his body.

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, in order to avoid embarrassing it, there was fairly warm applause in the auditorium, but it was unclear how much genuine applause was in the applause.

"Now, whoever's name I call, sit down on the stool, put on your hat, and wait for the sorting."

Professor McGonagall looked at the parchment in her hand and called out the name of the owner of the Iron Throne -

"Hannah Abbott!"

A ruddy-faced little girl with two golden braids stumbled out of the queue.

Neville's eyes followed the other person's figure until she sat on the chair.

For the iron-willed Hannah, the Sorting Hat made its decision as soon as it touched her head, "Hufflepuff!"

There was a round of applause from the Hufflepuff table.

Noah poked the chubby boy beside him in the ribs and said, "Did you hear me, Hufflepuff? You just need to firmly tell the Sorting Hat your choice and it will respect your opinion."

"I..." Neville blushed, "I didn't!"

"Nothing?" Noah said, half-smiley, "I didn't mention Hannah Abbott, why are you blushing?"

"I I I..."

This time, Neville really stuttered and couldn't speak.

It wasn't until Noah stopped teasing him that the little chubby boy finally thought of a way to respond. "Noah, if Shirley and Hermione go to different houses, who are you going to go to the same house with?"

Shirley and Hermione, who were standing next to the two of them, pricked up their ears curiously.

Noah looked at Neville in surprise. “You little fat boy, you look like a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but I didn’t expect you have learned how to set traps for others?”

He put his elbow on the growing swimming ring around Neville's waist, "No need to think about it, I will go to the college where there are more beautiful girls!"

Shirley and Hermione both rolled their eyes in unison.

Oh, dog man.

Neville was a little confused by Noah's sudden behavior. He scratched his head, and after thinking hard for a while, he dug a new trap for Noah.

"So who do you think is prettier, Shirley or Hermione?"

Noah pulled the corner of his mouth. He would definitely not fall into this trap so easily. "I am face-blind and can't tell who is prettier. Now let me ask you, who do you think is cuter, Hannah Abbott or them?"

"It must be Han..."

Realizing that he had been tricked by Noah, Neville shut his mouth instantly, but it was too late. Although he only uttered one syllable, his true thoughts were already exposed.

Several people covered their mouths, trying hard to hold back their laughter, but they couldn't help but let out a series of "Kukuku" laughs.

The commotion here naturally attracted Professor McGonagall's death glare.

"Hermione Granger!"

When Professor McGonagall called her name, Hermione's trembling shoulders froze instantly. She turned around and glared at Noah, then quickly walked out of the queue.

"Ravenclaw!"

Not long after Hermione, Neville was also called up.

However, this time the Sorting Hat did not make a decision as soon as it touched the little wizard's head as it did before.

Instead, he stared at Neville's head and pondered for a long time without making a decision, and even argued with Neville in the process.

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Are you sure you don't want to go to Gryffindor?"

"Your courage is very much in line with the Gryffindor character. You will definitely achieve something if you go there."

The fat boy remembered Noah's teachings and shook his head firmly, "No, I want to go to Hufflepuff!"

"Well, if you insist..."

The Sorting Hat grinned, "Hufflepuff!"

After Neville, Draco's name was called soon after.

Not surprisingly, Slytherin.

At this time, there were not many students left who had not yet been assigned to a college.

Moon, Nott, Parkinson...then there were a pair of twin sisters named Patil.

"Harry Potter!"

When the name was called out, there was a sudden buzz of voices in the restaurant like the hissing of a small flame.

Everyone was whispering.

Not surprisingly, as a result of Dumbledore's behind-the-scenes manipulation, the famous savior Harry Potter naturally went to "Gryffindor".

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly when she saw the next name on the list, "Noah Shafrin."

Even though Noah was disgusted with this tattered hat that hadn't been washed for a thousand years, it was not appropriate for him to wash the Sorting Hat with clean water in such an occasion in front of everyone.

As he put the hat on his head, he heard a low mutter in his ear.

"Given this kid's bloodline, he should go to Nurmengard, not..."

Realizing that he might have talked too much, he remembered what Dumbledore had told him to do and opened his mouth to shout, "G...

Noah quickly covered the Sorting Hat's mouth and whispered in a voice that only he and the Sorting Hat could hear clearly, "Grindelwald?"

Professor McGonagall next to him felt as if she vaguely heard a remarkable name, but it seemed as if she had heard it wrongly.

The Sorting Hat was almost scared to death by Noah, "How do you know this name?"

Noah closed his mouth and asked the hat on his head that could read people's thoughts, "Tell me, why do you say I should go to Nurmengard?"

"Nothing, just a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue."

The Sorting Hat twisted its body restlessly and avoided answering Noah's question, "Glen..."

Before it could say anything, Noah covered his mouth again, "Not going to Gryffindor."

The Gryffindor common room was on the eighth floor of the castle, right under Dumbledore's nose. He didn't want to spend every day squatting in Gryffindor, just a wall away from the old bee.

Ravenclaw wasn't an option for him either, he just wanted to get as far away from that old bee as possible.

That leaves Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

If he could choose, he would prefer Hufflepuff.

"I'm going to Hufflepuff," he told the Sorting Hat his idea word by word, "Hufflepuff!"

The Sorting Hat turned its head and glanced at Dumbledore who was sitting in the faculty seat, but its expectant look was doomed to be in vain, and it did not get any help from Dumbledore.

Well, in that case...

It glanced furtively at Snape, who was sitting at the other end of the table.