Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend-Chapter 617 - 172: The Sorting and Unexpected Events!

The hoarse voice began to sing the lyrics it had prepared for this year. Still so rhyming, the song even more so with each passing year, worthy of being called a soul singer.

Many little wizards covered their ears. After enduring for a full five minutes, the Sorting Hat finally finished its performance, and Professor McGonagall also timely took out the parchment.

"When I call your name, you'll come up here and put on this hat, and it will guide you to the house you best fit and entrust you to the head of that house."

Professor McGonagall looked down at the parchment in her hand.

"Hanna Abbot!"

She called out the first name.

The legendary Hat King finally came. A rosy-cheeked girl with two golden braids full of freckles stumbled up, looking nervous.

The Sorting Hat considered for a moment.

"Hufflepuff!"

It called out the destiny of the Hat King that hadn't changed in countless timelines. Everyone witnessed the sorting process, so many little wizards who had been scared sighed in relief.

Hermione and Harry were the same. Harry noticed that sometimes the hat would shout out the name of a house immediately, and sometimes it would take a moment to decide.

"It seems we just need to wear that hat." Ron, who had sneaked back to the line, whispered to Harry, "Damn Fred told me I would have to wrestle with a giant!"

"What happens if it doesn't sort me?"

Harry had a new worry.

And at this moment.

The Sorting Hat had already made decisions for many little wizards in succession.

"Hermione Granger!"

"It's really hard to decide, you want to go to Ravenclaw? No! You don't want to go! You should belong to Gryffindor!"

...

"Neville Longbottom!"

"Gryffindor!"

...

"Ron Weasley!"

"Gryffindor!"

...

Seeing his little friends around him, one by one, complete their sorting, Harry became increasingly nervous, wondering why his name hadn't been called.

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Where is he?"

"Draco Malfoy!"

The Sorting Hat called out a name Harry had heard before. He looked at the boy a bit surprised not far behind, thinking, is this arrogant boy as unconfident as him?

Draco Malfoy indeed looked very awkward.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you daydreaming?"

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but directly ask Draco Malfoy.

"..."

Draco Malfoy's expression was very awkward.

"Professor... I... I changed my name... I'm now called Swaggy Malpoo..." Draco Malfoy blushed, his voice thin as a mosquito, filled with shame and frustration.

However.

He didn't dare to defy the Great Demon King's whims, nor did he dare to complain to the professor.

"?????"

Professor McGonagall's eyes were filled with confusion, only Snape immediately glared displeasedly towards their long table - where there was a student who didn't belong to Slytherin College.

"Get up here! Your joke is not funny at all!"

Professor McGonagall urged.

Relieved, Draco Malfoy, who wanted to find a crack to hide in, jogged up to the stage.

"Perhaps you should go to Ravenclaw?"

The Sorting Hat teased in his mind.

Making this haughty blonde boy pale.

Fortunately, the Sorting Hat was just teasing.

"Slytherin!"

It eventually announced Draco Malfoy's house in a loud voice. As the Little Dragon People ran towards the Slytherin table, he hesitated and faltered when he saw Ian's figure.

Applause and cheers.

Did not make him happy.

Instead, it made him feel stifled.

He chose a seat furthest away from Ian and Aurora.

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall continued the sorting.

After some time.

She finally called out the famous name.

Everyone was attracted to the name she announced.

"Did she just say Potter?"

"The Harry Potter?"

Before his eyes were covered by the hat, Harry saw everyone in the hall craning their necks to get a better look at him. Then, all he could see was the pitch-black darkness inside the hat.

The nervous Mr. Savior patiently waited.

Perhaps he was communicating with the Sorting Hat.

About this, no one knew.

Time passed slowly.

Just when Professor McGonagall was puzzled why the Sorting Hat hadn't made a decision yet.

"Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat made its decision.

"Hmm?"

Not only did Ian, who was always sneaking food from the Slytherin table, freeze.

Even on the teacher's table.

The smiling Albus Dumbledore suddenly leaned forward, his half-moon glasses revealing no emotion.

Ian noticed.

The headmaster, who came from some unknown time, always kept a subtle gaze on Harry Potter's scar.