Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

Professor McGonagall was also startled, but then smiled and whispered to Luke:

"Welcome to Gryffindor, Luke."

"The naturally divine son of Hogwarts has arrived in Gryffindor!"

Fred Weasley and George Weasley, the two troublemakers, raised their arms in celebration.

The other Gryffindor students realized what was happening and immediately started clapping in welcome.

They did hate Professor Snape, but they didn't dislike the lovable little Luke.

After all, a fair and impartial priest would know who to choose between a greasy-haired bat and a cute little boy.

Snape's face darkened further.

If the freshmen don't know, how could the upperclassmen not know Luke's identity?

The Slytherin headmaster's child ended up in Gryffindor, Slytherin's enemy?

This news would easily make the front page of the Daily Prophet.

The Sorting Hat was extremely pleased with itself, happily singing a little tune it had made up.

Its sorting cap is imbued with the ideas of the four founders, giving it a lofty status (?).

Two Snapes are nothing, and they think they can compete with it?

Luke took off his hat, and the Sorting Hat stuck its tongue out at him.

Being sorted into Gryffindor was certainly unexpected, but there's definitely something wrong with this guy.

Were you "swayed"?

"Professor McGonagall, I think the Sorting Hat hasn't been washed in almost a week?"

Luke suddenly asked, and the Sorting Hat's expression froze.

wrong!

That inherently evil Snape brat is going to get his revenge on me!

"McG, I'm so happy! Waaaaah!"

Before he could finish speaking, Luke covered the Sorting Hat's mouth, making him stammer and mumble incoherently.

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, but considering that the Sorting Hat had sorted Luke into Gryffindor today, she made her decision.

Let Luke play with the Sorting Hat to his heart's content.

Anyway, that old hat won't break.

Dean Cat thought to himself.

"Clear water is like a spring."

Luke waved his wand, and a trickle of water gushed from the tip, quickly enveloping the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat was encased in a water balloon, which floated in the air, spinning and churning.

"Gurgle, gurgle. The little devil is indeed gurgling away."

The Sorting Hat couldn't even speak clearly, and yet it took a cold shower in front of everyone. Thinking about it now, it's a little embarrassing.

It spun at high speed for several minutes, and the senior students from the academy watched the show with great amusement.

This damn hat has made mistakes more than once or twice; it really needs a good "brain wash."

Slytherin students displayed selflessness, Ravenclaw students failed all their exams, Hufflepuff students were academically gifted but lazy, and Gryffindor students showed cowardice, etc.

Hermione and the other freshmen were stunned. How could Luke be so bold?

To lay a hand on a "senior" of the school, cough cough, or perhaps a "pet" of Hogwarts, in such a serious setting?

Isn't he worried about being held accountable by the professors?

Subconsciously, Hermione nudged Neville, who also came from the wizarding world.

As for why they didn't poke Ron, that kid looks really stupid, so it's better to ask Neville, who has a bad memory.

The sharp-tongued Miss Otter offended two people at the same time with a single sentence.

No, there are three. The last one wasn't even mentioned.

"Neville, the rules and regulations of Hogwarts seem to be more relaxed than I thought."

At least you don't have to fight giants or fire dragons.

"?"

Neville turned his head in confusion, while Miss Otter revealed a restless desire to show off.

"do not you know?"

"what do you know?"

Hermione asked back, as was her natural response.

Neville was at a loss for words to explain the situation.

"Luke is Professor Snape's son, and he's an old friend of the Sorting Hat. He's just joking."

At this moment, Draco, pale-faced, squeezed through with his two henchmen to explain.

Ron quickly pulled Harry away. In his eyes, Draco and the other Death Eaters' descendants were also future Death Eaters.

Harry, as a righteous savior and his henchman, was ashamed to associate with these Death Eaters.

“Hogwarts has very strict rules. If a student makes a mistake and is caught by a professor, not only will the student be punished, but the corresponding house will also lose points.”

Has Draco really changed his ways today?

He actually took the initiative to explain the reasons to Hermione, a little witch from a Muggle family.

"Yeah, that's right."

Nawi supports it.

Wait, Luke is the Slytherin headmaster's child?

Then what she said earlier was equivalent to telling Merlin that he didn't understand magic.

Hermione blushed and fell silent.

At that moment, Luke retrieved his wand, and the water sphere disappeared.

The Sorting Hat slumped listlessly on the table, limp and lifeless.

Professor McGonagall tapped her wand lightly, and the Sorting Hat shuddered and quickly dried.

But it seemed even more depressed, so much so that the subsequent divisions were all listless.

Luke arrived at the Gryffindor long table, where the Weasley twins winked at Professor Snape and loudly announced the glorious return of the Son of Hogwarts.

The true Hogwarts lineage resides in Gryffindor! The legitimate Hogwarts lineage is in Gryffindor!

"Young Snape, welcome to Gryffindor. How about something a little exciting tonight?"

George put his arm around Luke and grinned mischievously.

"George! Don't even think about breaking the school rules!"

Before Luke could answer, Prefect Percy snapped.

George and Fred didn't seem to care. They made faces at Percy and then disappeared behind the long table.

They were used to the boring Percy, who was just as conventional at home, offering no fun whatsoever.

Aside from academics and rules, Percy saw nothing else.

The sorting ceremony then quickly came to an end.

After all, there are only a few dozen freshmen in total, and once they are divided up, they will be gone.

Mr. Saviour remained in his loyal Gryffindor.

There's a saying that goes something like this: Harry Potter was also a boy with a lion in his eyes (laughs).

It's worth mentioning that Hermione seems to have been influenced by Luke; her desire to learn overwhelmed her courage this time.

She was thrown into Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat.

Professor Snape could be clearly seen to breathe a sigh of relief at that moment.

However, this disappointed the girl somewhat, since she really wanted to be in the same academy as Luke.

Especially after the sorting process, she discovered that everyone else except her had gone to Gryffindor.

This sense of frustration undoubtedly increased significantly.

Fortunately, Luke promised to make a copy of Professor Snape's notes for her, and the little witch was instantly revived.

After the Sorting Ceremony, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up, beaming, and opened his arms.

It's unclear whether it was because he had achieved his goal or simply because he felt immense joy at seeing a group of students gathered at the school.

"Welcome! Welcome everyone to Hogwarts for the start of the new school year!"

The students all eyes were on him.

"Before the banquet begins, I'd like to say a few words. These are: Idiot! Crybaby! Trash! Twist!"

"thank you all!"

After saying that, Dumbledore sat down again.

Three thousand words in one chapter, one more to go. I'm going hiking with friends tomorrow, I don't know if my frail constitution can handle it.

This is my first book! I'll be updating regularly, so please support me, everyone! I'm begging for your support, please add it to your favorites, invest in it, and recommend it!

Chapter 69 Principal, is there a deeper meaning behind what you said?

"Principal, is there a deeper meaning behind your words?"

Professor McGonagall asked.

"How would I know! But there will always be clever people who will figure out the deeper meaning."

Old Deng was all smiles.

“But Minerva, would you like to try some apple pie? I had the house-elf add three times the sugar.”

Old Deng sent an invitation, but Professor McGonagall looked disgusted.

She shook her head, deciding that she should just have some proper French food.

At the Ravenclaw dining table, intelligent people are exchanging ideas.

"What do you think was the meaning of the principal's last sentence?"

"I think I should be referring to the various colleges."

"Gryffindors are brave, so they think everyone else is cowardly and cries; Slytherins are noble, so they think everyone else is scum."

"No, does that mean that if we Ravenclaws are smart, then we're just arrogant idiots who think everyone else is stupid?"

A senior student retorted.

“I have another idea. If we translate this sentence into Latin and then scramble it, it can actually form the sentence ‘May Merlin bless you.’”

A Gryffindor pushed up his glasses, which he seemed to have produced from nowhere, and tried to impersonate a Ravenclaw.

The young Ravenclaw wizards initially thought it made sense, but some of them quickly realized what was going on.

Wait a minute, if you translate it into Latin, you couldn't even piece it back together like a pretzel!

Upon closer inspection, isn't this George Weasley, the infamous troublemaker from Gryffindor?

"Who are you trying to fool? Do you even believe what you're saying?"

A Ravenclaw alumnus complained.

"And what are you doing at our Ravenclaw dining table?"

"If you Ravenclaws can voluntarily go to Gryffindor, why can't I?"

George acted as if it were perfectly normal.