Chapter 847

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What's next? I think everyone in the room is a bit forced to count.

As a reserved program, Hogwarts' school song is of course indispensable, especially if the branch hat can still make a sound.

The whole school was waiting with bated breath. Then the crack in the edge of the hat opened like a mouth, and the branch hat sang:

I was new in the old days

just opened at Hogwarts

the founders of the noble school

although never separated:

gathered together for a common goal

they had exactly the same ideal

to create the best in the world The school of magic

and based on what they learned, they gathered together to build and teach

four friends decided where to find such friends as

Slytherin or Gryffindor?

Unless it's twins, like huffpaff and Ravenclaw?

So why is it so wrong?

Why do friends fail?

Why can I talk here?

The whole regret, the sad story.

"We only teach those with the purest ancestry," Slytherin said

"We only teach the wisest," Ravenclaw said

"We only teach the bravest," Gryffindor said

"I teach everyone and treat them equally," he said

When it was first made public, these differences caused minor conflicts, and each creator had a building to admit people they were satisfied with.

For example, Slytherin only records pure blood, but also like him.

The most cunning and the most intelligent are left to Ravenclaw.

The bravest and boldest must go to Gryffindor.

The excellent college, huffpuff, and the rest of the college, it's going to do its best to teach students.

This is the friendship between the college and its founders.

Hogwarts had a good time. They quarreled with each other for years. They were merciless. The college was like a pillar that once supported the school. Now they are going their separate ways. Seeing that the school is going to die early, they are fighting a duel. Finally, on the third day, Slytherin left.

Although the battle has disappeared, it leaves us with a big problem.

If there were no four ancestors, how could this house fit in with them? For a time, they tried to find a way. Therefore, it is here. You all know the total score. I divide you into colleges, because this is my work But this year, I went far away and leaned over to listen to my song. Although I was censured by you, I was still worried about this song.

Although I have to finish the task and write new songs every year, I still don't know how to divide them. Maybe I will be afraid in the end.

Know the danger, read the signature, the warning of history is in front of us. Hogwarts has a crisis. We must unite from the outside. Otherwise, the internal will collapse. I must tell you. I must warn you. Now the classification begins.

When the division hat became still again, a cheering burst out in the hall, even though it was the first time in Fanlin's memory that complaints and rumors had been mixed into the song.

All the people in the hall were exchanging views with the people sitting next to him, and vaseline clapped hands like the others. He knew very well what they were talking about. It could be said that he knew more about Voldemort, or death, including Harry?

Harry was obviously aware of the difference, probably because of the experience, which made Harry very sensitive to these things.

"It's a little different this year, isn't it?" Ron's eyebrows raised.

"You're right," said Harry, nodding. He agreed with Ron.

Branch caps are usually self limiting, describing only the different qualities of the four colleges and their own tasks in the classification. Harry never remembered that he would advise the school before sorting.

"I wonder if it ever warned before?" Hermione's voice sounds a little nervous.

"Yes, indeed," Sir Nicholas approached to speak to Neville, who kept retreating, for it was very uncomfortable for a ghost to talk to you at close quarters. ）

"whenever it feels it, it will warn the school with its glorious obligation."

"The branch hat was left by the four founders. It can be said that they worked together. According to the original standard, each of them could not be weaker than Dumbledore. This is the lowest estimate." Van Lin looked at the branch hat and said, "only relying on a little magic at the beginning, it has supported at least a thousand years."

Professor McGonagall is reading out the list of first grade students, which makes the discussion less and less.

Sir Nicholas made an obvious silence, and then sat still until the whisper had ceased.

As the last complaining student at four tables stopped, Professor McGonagall looked down at the long parchment and called out the first name."Abercrombie, Euan."

This is a very long, terrifying boy Harry had noticed earlier, and he hesitated to step forward and put the yard hat on his head; it was only because of his protruding ears that he didn't cover his shoulders. The division hat thought for a few seconds, and then the crack opened again and called, "Gryffindor!"

As the boy walked up to the Gryffindor table and sat down, Harry and the other Gryffindor seniors clapped hard. The boy seemed to wish there was a hole in the floor for him to get into and never want to lift it up again.

Slowly, the long line of freshmen decreased.

Between the reading of the name and the division hat, several people could clearly hear Ron's stomach growling.

In the end, "Zeller, rose" was assigned to huckepatch.

Then, when Professor Dumbledore stood up, Professor McGonagall put away the branch hat and stool and took them away.

No matter how much resentment Harry has had with his headmaster recently, Dumbledore is still a comfort to Harry in a way.

Looking back on Hagrid's absence and the appearance of the ferocious nightmares, Harry felt that his long anticipated return to Hogwarts was full of unexpected strange events, just as a familiar Lyric says.

But for now, at least, things are going as expected: their headmaster addressed all the students before the new semester's opening banquet.

"For our new members," said Dumbledore in a loud voice, his arms outstretched and his face beaming with joy, "welcome. For our old members - Welcome back! There was a speech time, but now it's not! Move

As Dumbledore sat down gracefully and swung his long beard over his shoulder to prevent it from falling onto the plate, there was a burst of appreciative laughter and a loud cheering in the hall - now that the food has arrived, people at all five tables are enjoying pies, vegetables, bread, spices and large cups of pumpkin juice.

"Great," said Ron, groaning wistfully in his voice. He grabbed the food from the nearest dish and began to pile it up. Nick, who was almost headless, looked at him with another wistful look.

"What did you say before classification?" Hermione asked the ghost. "A warning about the hat?"

"Oh, yes," Nick seemed happy to have a reason to turn his back on Ron, who was gobbling up baked potatoes with almost impossible fanaticism. "Yes, I've heard a few times before about the warning from the branch hat, usually when it senses a long-term and huge danger in school. Of course, its advice is the same: unite and be strong from the inside. "

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