MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-Chapter 11 Branch

"You should be glad that you are not a student of Gryffindor."

Everyone knows what Professor McGonagall means, and Asker also understands it, but because of his vile personality, he decides to pretend he doesn't understand.

"Sorry, I didn't understand what you meant."

Asker twisted his body. Professor McGonagall's spell made him very uncomfortable. The re-repaired clothes were a bit small and didn't fit well. He raised his head, looked at Professor McGonagall with a very natural, innocent look, and said, "Can you tell me what if I were a student of Gryffindor?"

The whole place was silent.

Professor McGonagall's eyebrows furrowed. Asker's words were nothing but a blatant provocation to her, and should be punished to establish the teacher's prestige. However, Asker is not yet a student of Gryffindor, or even a student of Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall cannot punish Asker as a teacher. In her personal capacity, it would seem that she was too preoccupied with a child.

A dilemma is something that no one hates.

As the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall is still capable, she soothed her expression, as if she hadn't heard Asker's words, and said to the freshmen: "Now, form a single line and follow me, the sorting ceremony will begin soon. "

Ignore.

Professor McGonagall chose to ignore it. In her identity, Asker's provocation, her choice to ignore will certainly have some impact on prestige. However, on the other hand, why can't she show her tolerance?

The freshmen followed Professor McGonagall out of here one after another. Ask stayed there for a while, and finally left. There was a faint smile on his face, as if he was happy to take advantage of Professor McGonagall, but in his heart, he had excluded Gryffindor House from his choice.

Although Asker did not know Professor McGonagall, it was easy to infer from that sentence that this stern professor was obviously the Head of Gryffindor House, the Vice-Chancellor of Hogwarts, in his notice Minerva McGonagall, signed on the book.

Offending the dean, do you still expect to be able to stay there comfortably?

The freshmen walked out of the room, walked through the foyer, and entered the auditorium through a double door at the back.

The other Hogwarts classmates were already sitting around four long tables, and they didn't have to cross the lake like freshmen, so it was much faster. Above the table, thousands of candles floating in the air light up the dining room, four tables with gleaming gold plates and goblets, and on the top of the dining room there is another long table, the professor their seats.

Professor McGonagall took the first-year students over there and had them line up facing all the seniors, with the professors behind them. Candlelight flickered, hundreds of faces stared at them like pale lanterns, and ghosts shone dimly among the students.

Being watched by so many people, all the freshmen were a little nervous, and the next branch test made them even more uneasy.

Asker was as calm as always. He looked up and saw the velvet-black ceiling shining with stars. A spell has been cast here, by Rowena Ravenclaw, and it looks like the sky outside. It's hard to believe that there is a ceiling there, and it's hard to believe that the roof of the restaurant is not open.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a top wizard hat on the stool. The hat was patched, worn, and very dirty.

Everyone in the auditorium was staring at the hat, and the restaurant was silent. Then the hat twisted, a wide slit in the brim like a mouth, and the hat began to sing:

You may think that I am not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance.

If you can find a hat more beautiful than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny,

Keep your silk top hats smooth and crisp.

I am the Hogwarts test hat,

Naturally, it is much taller than your hats.

Any thoughts hidden in your mind,

They couldn't escape the golden eyes of the devil hat.

Put it on and try it out.

I will tell you which college you should go to.

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is courage buried in the heart,

Their daring, boldness, and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to the Hufflepuffs, where the people are upright and loyal,

Hufflepuff students are stoic and honest, not afraid of hard work;

If you're shrewd, you might get into wise old Ravenclaw,

Those who are wise and learned will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you'll enter Slutlin, maybe you'll make sincere friends here,

But those cunning and insidious people will spare no effort to achieve their goals.

Come put me on! Don't be afraid! Don't panic!

In my hands (though I don't even have one) you're absolutely safe

Because I am a thinking hat!

After the hat finished singing, there was thunderous applause from the audience. The hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"Whoever's name I call now, put on a hat, sit on a stool, and wait for the sorting." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a ruddy face and two blond braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes. She sat down and paused for a moment—

"Hufflepuff!" cried the hat.

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, welcoming her to sit at their table, which should be Hufflepuff. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" cried the hat again, and Susan ran quickly to sit down beside Hannah.

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

This time, the second table from the left clapped. When Terry joined them, several Ravenclaw students stood up to shake his hand.

Mandy Blohe was also assigned to Ravenclaw, and Lavender Brown became the first freshman in Gryffindor. There was a burst of cheers at the table farthest to the left, where there were twins, It was supposed to be Ron's twin brother, and they booed.

Then Millison Burst became a new student of Slytherin and went to the Slytherin table.

"Justin Finchley!"

"Hufflepuff!"

Sometimes the Sorting Hat will call out the house immediately, but other times it takes a while to make a decision. For example, Seamus Finnigan, a boy with brunette hair, sat on a stool for almost a full minute before the hat announced that he had been assigned to Gryffindor.

Until Hermione, there were no special people among the freshmen, whether they were professors or students, their focus was more on the famous Harry Potter.

Hermione was assigned to Gryffindor. Professor McGonagall took the list and continued to read down, but the next name made her complexion change suddenly. After a long pause, she finally looked at Ahn with an inexplicable look. Ske, pronounced the name.

"Ask Grindelwald!"