Chapter : 1 day off, 2 more tomorrow

"Susan Burns...Hufflepuff!"

"Justin Finley...Hufflepuff!"

In the large and beautifully decorated exhibition hall, a wrinkled hat with a big mouth that splits from the edge, twisting restlessly while singing, and occasionally being squeezed by a few undaunted little wizards. The brim of the hat gave out bursts of weird laughter.

As the names of the students and the colleges assigned to them were spoken from the sorting cap, the little wizards clapped their hands warmly or perfunctorily on the seats below.

At least in this welcome party, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who disliked each other, would maintain this relatively harmonious scene.

In the audience, the little wizards waiting for the distribution academy were nervous or expectant watching other people put on the sorting hat, and then walked to the corresponding academy seat in the funny tone of the hat.

However, among the freshmen, there is a thin boy who is out of place. He is looking blankly at the gorgeous and retro decorations and candles suspended in mid-air. The bright lights of the hall are illuminating the auditorium. It was bright, and translucent ghosts could be seen flying in the air all around. Everything made the boy a little bit too adaptable for a while, and it took a long time before he muttered to himself.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

"Strange, am I dying in the hospital bed?" Just as the boy felt familiar and unfamiliar with everything around him, a high female voice resounded in the large exhibition hall.

"Ivan Hals!"

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood in front of the four-corner table where the sorting cap was placed, looking at the parchment scroll in her hand, but waited for a long time and didn't see the new students come up, so she frowned and said loudly again.

"Ivan Hals!"

I haven't seen any movement in the freshmen for a long time, and now even Dumbledore cast a suspicious look, and the old students from the major colleges talked in private.

"Who? Who's Ivan? So courageous?"

"Isn't it the wrong way to miss the sorting ceremony?"

"This is interesting..."

......

At this time, the remaining freshmen, under the gaze of many professors and seniors, moved a few steps behind them. Only the boy with blond hair and black pupils who had not figured out his condition remained standing there, looking very conspicuous. .

"Mr. Ivan Hals, please come to the stage here!" Professor McGonagall repeated it again.

"Well... let me see, optimistic... smart and like crazy thinking..." The Sorting Hat dragged a long tone, suddenly lowered his voice and said. "And a little bit of black magic..."

"I know black magic?" Ivan was confused, thinking of the memory just now.

"Oh, yes, an ancient and rare... black magic." The Sorting Hat whispered to Ivan, as if whispering something.

"Of course, in my opinion this is also an interesting black magic It always allows people to see something they don't want to see... Someone has used it to prank, maybe you can try it too. test..."

"Although Dumbledore definitely doesn't want anyone to do this again..." The Sorting Hat complained to himself.

"Then where should I go? Slytherin?" Ivan was a little curious about how he could black magic, but now the most important thing is the problem of sorting.

After the division, he can take off this **** hat that can read memories.

In the four colleges of Hogwarts, entering Gryffindor requires enough bravery (or reckless?). What Ravenclaw wants is wisdom or a desire for knowledge.

Slytherin corresponds to a cunning and insidious character and outstanding magical talent.

As for Hufflepuff...

Ivan feels that Hufflepuff Academy is usually responsible for accepting the remaining students...

The Sorting Hat said that learning dark magic is very much in line with the standards of Slytherin College. Of course, it is possible that he was sorted into Ravenclaw because of his optimism and intelligence.

Ivan was a little narcissistic about...

"No, no, neither." The sorting hat's tone suddenly became humorous. "Although it will make you a little sad to say that, Slytherin usually only chooses some talented little wizards, so..."

"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat changed the whispering whisper when it was whispering with Ivan, and the loud voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Gryffindor?" Ivan took the Sorting Hat off the top of his head, a little surprised, and even too late to complain about the Sorting Hat's evaluation of his talent.

"Yes.. Yes, you should go there!" The Sorting Hat vowed. "I have never missed it, you have the corresponding quality!"

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