Chapter 9

Along the way, HEMA and Professor McGonagall had no communication. After all, he was not a chatty person himself.

Besides, although Professor McGonagall is essentially a cold outside and hot inside, his serious appearance still makes people feel a little pressure at this time.

"Now it's almost time to divide the hospital. Fortunately, you came at the right time, Mr. Aibo."

Professor McGonagall came in through the side door and saw that the students had lined up for the trial of the branch hat.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the center, saw him and smiled on his side. HEMA also nodded and bowed. He didn't say whether old Deng would let him enter the plan to eliminate Voldemort in the future.

When Dumbledore saved the baby, he found him a good family and congratulated him on his birthday. In fact, it was very good for him.

"Go ahead, Mr. Abbott. You may be the first to be shouted. After all, your sister was the first last year."

"I see, professor."

HEMA nodded and suddenly thought that her cheap sister was the strongest nail in all Harry Potter books. The iron Hannah really deserved her reputation!

HEMA then walked towards the center of the auditorium. Other little wizards also glanced at HEMA, which made him goose bumps.

"Hannah, this is your brother!"

"Yes." Hannah looked at HEMA with a sigh of relief. After all, she was terrified that she didn't see him on the train.

"Ron, Harry, why didn't they come?" Neville looked at HEMA and asked Fred and George nearby.

"Yes, Fred, where are Ron and Harry? I didn't see them all the way! "

"Maybe it was swept away by Snape's robe..."

George made a joke, but he didn't think he was right. Then he talked to Fred about pranks, props and so on.

Neville and Simo looked at the Gemini silently. Ron picked it up, but why did Hermione disappear?

Not far from Slytherin's table, Malfoy took out a book and looked at it pretendingly, looking sideways at HEMA.

"Draco, this year's students look so average. The fundamental way is compared with our class!"

A sharp voice remembered from Malfoy's side. One hand recklessly put on his robe, which made him stunned. Then he frowned and hit the other hand.

"Pansy, don't touch me. I have something to do."

Hearing Malfoy's arrogant and cold voice, pansy's anger just rose turned into a warm group and looked at Malfoy in worship again.

"..." Malfoy sighed and said nothing more. He put down his book and continued to look at HEMA's direction.

"So now, the Hogwarts branch ceremony begins. Whoever I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool and wait for the branch."

With Professor McGonagall standing in the center, the Branch officially began.

"Dirk Ellie."

HEMA was stunned when she heard the name. She was also a member of Aibo's family. Why should she treat it differently!?

Under the gaze of the crowd, a thin boy with bronze skin sat on the stool and put the worn Wizard Hat on his head.

After a short pause, the hat trembled and shouted "Ravenclaw!"

Then Ravenclaw applauded and cheered, but compared with last year's Harry Potter, I'm afraid there will be no more enthusiastic cheers now and in the future.

"Next, HEMA EBO."

Hearing her name, HEMA also walked slowly onto the stage and put on her hat. She was about to go to the stool, but she found something blocking her.

"Mr. Abbott, you can put down the broom on your back first."

At this time, Professor McGonagall's voice sounded from behind him. HEMA remembered that she was still carrying her big magic wand, although it was wrapped like a broom.

"Oh, sorry, Professor McGonagall." HEMA did not explain that the wand, which was mistaken for a broom, gently took it off the bandage at the back and put it outward.

All the students noticed HEMA's movements. Some people almost laughed. What is this guy doing? Let the professor hold it for him?

In the next second, when everyone looked at the wood lump falling to the ground, HEMA's fingers flashed a faint light, and the scepter stood up and suspended nearby.

When all the little wizards saw this scene, they suddenly widened their eyes and looked at HEMA, and the senior students gradually changed from smiling face to shock.

Wandless spells and silent spells!!

Silent casting, which doesn't begin until the sixth grade, even some seventh graders control it carelessly if they don't practice often.

But this newborn silent spell is actually more skilled than theirs. Although it is only a small suspension spell, he still can cast the spell without a staff at the same time!

My God, this guy must come to his own college. He's a genius! Absolute genius!

Students with excellent academic performance are more direct than Harry Potter! For example, Hermione, although some people don't like her, they have to admit the excellence of each other,

Suddenly, the prefects of all grades stared at HEMA, who was like a treasure. Even the professor sitting at the top couldn't help clapping his hands.

In particular, Professor flavy, who studied magic spells, wanted to go up and directly announce that HEMA was his Ravenclaw student, but he finally endured and raised his glass to HEMA.

"Beautiful wandless spell casting and silent spell, let's be quiet first. Mr. Aibo hasn't been divided yet ~"

As the scene became more and more noisy, Dumbledore knocked on the cup with a spoon, and the auditorium became quiet.

"Please, Mr. HEMA." Dumbledore smiled at Aibo to calm HEMA's flustered heart.

Just now, he was really not pretending to force maliciously. He did learn 8 or 9 magic spells throughout the summer vacation, but they included the use of silent spells.

He didn't learn how to cast magic without a staff. Just now he just subconsciously used magic, and then he became.

He found that he could do this when he just fell out of the air and used a spell.

Speaking of the branch, although he also wanted to go to which college, he thought about it and found that he didn't like any college very much.

Although Gryffindor is good, I feel that they are too active and do not conform to my energy-saving strategy. Ravenclaw is OK, but he doesn't like to waste his brain.

Hufflepuff, he doesn't think he deserves this place where all honest people are. If Slytherin, he doesn't pursue power so much, and he's not pure blood.

After thinking about it, the hat was buttoned on his head, and a hoarse voice sounded from his ear.

"Well, it's hard. You make me feel like a student last year... What's his name..."

"Harry Potter?"

"No ~ no ~, Hermione Granger, I thought she was suitable for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, but in the end she went to Gryffindor."

"But you are different. You are talented and brave. You are smart. You can take advantage of all favorable things, but you are kind to others. You have some characteristics of each college."

"Where should I go?"

"Where do you... Want to go?" The branch hat also had the idea of asking the little wizard himself, which could not be asserted for the first time.

"I'm free." HEMA also replied. He really thought so.

"..." hearing HEMA's answer, the branch hat fell into a strange silence.

Other little wizards and students at the bottom also looked at HEMA who had been sitting there for a long time and clenched their fists.

"This guy may come to Slytherin. Only we Slytherin deserve such talents."

"Wood, this child is a genius. When he comes to Gryffindor, he can try Quidditch."

With the following discussion again, the branch hat suddenly shouted "Slytherin!!" from the silence