Chapter 650

"Oh, yes... Gryffindor!"

The separation ceremony has begun. Both the freshmen in front of the stage and the old students under the stage are looking forward to it at this moment. You know, every more excellent student in the college, the college is likely to get more college points.

Next to the high stool, Maka looked at each new student sitting on the stool with a smile and sincerely wished them a beautiful school life. In front of him, a scroll of parchment floated, on which the list of freshmen for the current school year was registered.

In front of her, the little girl assigned to Gryffindor college took the branch hat from her hand. Maka nodded to her, and then glanced at the parchment again.

"Next," he read aloud, "Sarah hornheim."

As Marca announced her name, Sarah immediately stepped out of the freshman queue in front of the teaching staff. I have to say that her petite and lovely appearance is enough to let everyone focus on the past. If she can always maintain such a clever and reserved manner today, she will not be afraid of male classmates who are not chasing after her in the future.

"... please sit down!"

When Sarah reached the high stool, Marca reached out and motioned.

"Thank you."

Sarah leans slightly towards Marca, then turns around and sits on the stool, so Marca conveniently buttons the branch hat on her head. As soon as the hat fell on her head, it suddenly gave a light sigh.

"Hmm?" the branch hat muttered in a confused voice, "excellent wisdom and knowledge, as well as the spirit and will that surprised the hat... There is a little bookworm? HMM... talent! High quality talent! It's a pity... Talent is not a talent. What a pity for the hat..."

The mumbling voice of the Sorting Hat is very light, but others may not hear it clearly. Sarah can obviously hear it herself. When she heard the saying "talent is not talent", her eyes moved for a moment.

"Where should I be divided?" she suddenly opened her mouth and interrupted the whispering of the branch hat.

"Oh, what's the point?" the branch hat twisted its tip and shouted happily, "Ravenclaw!"

Anyway, Ravenclaw naturally has another little beauty, which is undoubtedly the happiest thing for the eagles today. In a burst of passionate and restrained applause, Sarah handed her hat back to Marca and walked slowly towards Ravenclaw's long table.

"'talent is not talent '?" Marca looked at her leaving back and said casually, "what do you mean? Do you mean her alchemy?"

"Yes!" the branch hat twisted again in his hand, "it's a rare excellence... What a pity... Her talent won't grow... Alas..."

"I see," said Maka thoughtfully. "Because alchemy has come to an end, do you want to find a way in another direction?"

In a sense, Maka's conjecture at this time is not wrong. However, some things can't draw the so-called "truth" just by relying on the slightest clue.

"Hmm..." he pressed his mind for a moment, looked at the names on the list, and then shouted, "next, Natalie Johnson!"

This year's freshmen are not few, but the separation ceremony is sometimes very fast. Especially for those students with distinctive character, the branch hat always reacts at the moment when it falls, and then roars out a college name matching the student with its strange tone.

Alexander waited nervously in the line. The called students sat on the stool one by one, and then a broken hat decided the college that was destined to accompany them until adulthood. If put in the original world, this kind of ceremony would definitely make people laugh, but now no one can laugh.

It's all because that broken hat... Can talk!

After several wonderful experiences, Alexander thought he would no longer be surprised. But when he saw the hat talking and even singing, he was deeply shocked.

"Ernst, aren't you surprised? The hat can speak..." he looked at the student who was receiving the branch, subconsciously raised his hand and touched the only boy he knew.

"What's the matter?" Ernst replied without paying attention, but his eyes stayed on the ceiling of the auditorium and looked at the unreal starry sky. "Haven't you seen a more wonderful... Ah, is this the magical world my mother once lived in?"

While looking up at the ceiling, he whispered softly, but his thoughts had already flown to the ice cave in the ice and snow that day... Of course, there was the huge stone hall in the deepest part of the cave.

Just then, a voice woke him up.

"... next, Ernst Taron."

"Hey, it's you..." Alexander poked him again.

"I heard it!"

Returning to his senses, Ernst glanced, then quickly withdrew his eyes and walked towards Maka.

"Hello!" Marca looked at him. "Sit down!"

The boy who was also contacted by Maka was somewhat different from other children. When the little guy first lost his magic, Maka happened to be next door to his house, so he saw him almost at the first time.

But after that, when he wanted to talk to the father and son again after the holiday, he was unexpectedly rejected by Ernst's grumpy father at the door. The reason he got at that time was very simple - the other party knew where Hogwarts was, they could prepare for school by themselves, and boarded Hogwarts Express on time on the school day.

In that case, Marca certainly has no reason to get involved, doesn't she?

So it was not until tonight that he saw the little boy named RNs Taron for the second time. It is impossible to say that Maka is not interested in their family story.

However, no matter how curious he was, it was just a small matter. Maka didn't care too much. She just said hello and was ready to put on the branch hat after he sat down.

But just as the hat was about to fall on little grace's head, the main door of the auditorium was suddenly opened and a voice rushed in rashly.

Maka's hand looked at each other suspiciously - it was filch. Although he was a little rough on weekdays, he didn't make some moths in important branch ceremonies. It seems that something has happened.

Not to mention Maka's thoughts, she saw filch trotting all the way behind Professor McGonagall, and then bent down to say something in her ear.

At the next moment, Professor McGonagall waved to Marca.

"The people of the wizard Federation are here. Please explain to them! The branch is an important ceremony in Hogwarts. Please wait a moment."

"It's obvious that she came here so late..." Marca shrugged and whispered, "I see... Professor Snape, please call the roll of the branch. I have to go out and deal with it!"

Since the end of last semester, he has been in touch there. It's obviously not easy to change others this time.

"Yes."

Snape took the list and the Sorting Hat from him and nodded. When Marca left the auditorium, the main door closed slowly again, and Snape buttoned the branch hat on erns's head.

"Is it starting again? Let me see... Well, it's hard... Really, it's a little hard," the hat began to hesitate again, "Slytherin? Slytherin? You must have enough ambition and good determination... Just, um... When it comes to courage, there are obviously some, and you have a smart head... By the way! Hey, little guy! Can you tell me where you want to go?"

Although he had shown indifference to the Sorting Hat in front of Alexander just now, when it really fell on his head, the evaluation that pointed to his heart every word made his scalp numb.

"You... You ask me?" Ernst felt a little unsure of how to answer. "Uh... I don't know. I think... You just decide."

"Really? Well... Then Slater... Oh! No, no, no, wait a minute! I think we have another choice!" the branch hat jumped up, turned around and screamed, "Hufflepuff!"

Ernst was covered in one eye by the branch hat he jumped up and fell back on. He quickly reached out and raised the hat, but the doubt in his heart made him take it off immediately.

In fact, it was obvious - he didn't understand why he had been talking about the names of other colleges at the beginning, but in the end, a "Hufflepuff" came out?

"Why... Uh, Hufflepuff?" burns rolled his eyes and looked over his head, but he could only see a big brim.

"Kaka! Because I think it's a good choice! Little guy, you -"

The branch hat laughed and seemed to want to say something else, but Snape had already raised it and announced his next name.

This year, the number of students assigned to Hufflepuff is still the largest, at least for now. Although Ernst doesn't care which college to go to, he is still quite depressed because he doesn't know how much to get.

As he walked to Hufflepuff's long table with a puzzled face, another student behind his name had been quickly assigned to Slytherin. Not only that, Snape pronounced the next name.

"... Alexander Wolff."

Hearing the sound, Ernst looked back subconsciously. Alexander was running to the high stool. The word "Gryffindor" rang sharply as Snape's hands fell together.

"Seriously, it's more comfortable without so much nonsense!"

Seeing Alexander looking this way, Ernst resolutely turned back and scratched his scalp with dissatisfaction.