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Their surprise at the Sorting Hat's singing was a normal thing.

After all, for the past few years, the Sorting Hat has never warned the students, and it has only described the different qualities that the four Hogwarts houses value and the characteristics it has given to the students of each house.

Under the explanation of the ghosts, the tension in the hall became even stronger.

After all, the Ghosts knew that the Sorting Hat would only sing such a song if it felt that Hogwarts was in danger and that it had a moral duty to give the school an appropriate warning.

Professor McGonagall pulled out a list of freshmen and glanced at the crowd with some displeasure.

With a gentle cough, the hall returned to its usual calm.

Everyone fell silent and looked at the group of freshmen who were about to welcome the Sorting House...... However, they soon noticed that among these short "freshmen", there was a different style of painting.

"Mr. Patrick is a fourth-year exchange student!" Professor McGonagall explained, "and he'll be doing the sorting ceremony with the first-year students. ”

Then she glanced at the four tables with a frown, then looked down at the long piece of parchment in her hand, and said the first name aloud:

"Euan Abercrombie. ”

A panicked little boy stumbled forward and put his hat on his head. His head was so small that the hat almost covered his eyes, making him look somewhat comical.

The Sorting Hat pondered for a moment, then the crack next to the brim opened again, and he announced loudly, "Gryffindor!"

The students at the long table on the far left applauded enthusiastically, and the little boy staggered over to their table and sat down, looking at his countenance, as if he wished there was a hole in the ground for him to get into, and no one stared at him again.

Professor McGonagall gave a second name:

"Joanna Brewster!"

This time it was a little girl, and Jon noticed that it was the one who had been in the same cabin as him before, and her face was also very alarmed.

Putting on the hat, it took almost a minute for the Sorting Hat to reluctantly speak, "Ravenclaw!"

On the long table in the second column on the right, thunderous applause erupted...... Jon notices Luna Lovegood, who is wearing a necklace made of corks, cheering loudly.

"Which house should I go to?" Jon pondered.

As a veteran driver with one experience, he naturally won't panic like those "real-freshmen".

The Sorting Hat is something that takes into account your personal wishes and can even be changed with the "repeater method...... It's not a tough thing to deal with at all.

But which college should I go to this second time?

Jon was slightly tangled.

Going to Hufflepuff as before? Sounds pretty good, maybe you can get into your dorm...... But isn't it a bit unlucky to have a dormitory where people have died?

You can also consider going to Ravenclaw! Anyway, I only stayed at Hogwarts for a year, so I can train the olecranon knocker well! In the future, Ravenclaw students who are not proficient in Lagrange's theorem, Rolle's theorem, and Cauchy's median theorem do not need to think about going back to the dormitory to sleep.

As for going to Gryffind, it's not impossible...... Anyway, it's only a year, you don't have to think about hiding from the savior and his party, it's not bad to be a soy sauce and a familiar face after them!

Slytherin is a hemp wizard himself. Unless Dumbledore swears not to eat candy, there is no reason to be sent to Slytherin.

......

Just as Jon was thinking about it, the sorting ceremony was still going on, and the long line of freshmen was getting shorter and shorter.

The wait was a little boring, and the whispers on the four long tables that had disappeared because of Professor McGonagall's intimidation returned.

Jon stole his head and glanced at the teacher's seat, and Albus Dumbledore happened to be looking at him and winking at him.

Jon quickly turned his head again.

The sorting ceremony was already very close to him......

Tom Newman was assigned to Hufflepuff.

Ronald Noel was assigned to Gryffindor.

Orlando Owen became a new Slytherin student.

Next, there it is......

The Sorting Hat shouted out the next name: "Christopher Patrick!"

......

Jon walked over unhurriedly and took the hat from Orlando Owen's hand.

Putting his hat on his head, Jon prepared the language.

"Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, whatever you want, I don't pick ...... person"

This time, though, the Sorting Hat didn't seem to give Jon a chance to say that.

At the moment when the hat had just touched his scalp—

The crack next to the brim of the hat quickly widened, and the hat roared loudly, "Slytherin!"

A loud roar echoed every corner of the hall.

At the long table on the far right, thunderous applause erupted, and the vast majority of Slytherin students stood up and applauded Slytherin's freshman, Christopher Patrick.

Draco Malfoy slammed his fork on the iron plate and shouted:

"Well done, Patrick!"

......

The smile on Jon's face froze for a moment.

"What the hell, did I hear me wrong?"

"Slytherin?When did Slytherin recruit hemp wizards?"

"Sorting Hat, think about it, this involves a thousand years of tradition...... If you do this, you have to apologize to the entire wizarding world!"

Unfortunately, Jon didn't have a chance to tell the Sorting Hat about that.

Because he didn't even put his hat on his head...... Professor McGonagall removed the hat from his head.

She hadn't forgotten to tat Jon on the shoulder, motioning for him to hurry back to the Slytherin table.

......

Jon stepped off the stage with some smugness.

Habitually walked to the second Hufflepuff table on the left, and then to the Slytherin table on the far right, amid laughter.

Draco Malfoy walked over enthusiastically and shook Jon's hand.

"I knew you'd be coming to Slytherin, Patrick!" he said with some excitement, "As a prefect, I welcome you on behalf of Slytherin!"

Crabbe and Goyle giggled next to him.

Jon smiled reluctantly, he felt that his smile was as silly as Crabbe's.

"Hello!" a familiar voice came from the other side.

Astoria Greengrass stood up, and she said a little indifferently: "You sit here with me!"

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