"That's—" Twenty or so ghosts suddenly sprang out of the wall behind them. These pearly white, translucent ghosts glided across the room, turning heads and ears, paying little attention to the first-year students.

They seem to be arguing about something.

A chubby little friar-looking ghost said, "Forgive, forget, I say, we should give him another chance-"

"My good monk, haven't we given Peeves enough chances? But he gave us all nasty nicknames. You know, he doesn't even have the slightest ghost - I say, what are you doing here? ”

A ghost wearing a rounded collar [a tall, stiff round collar around the neck, popular in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries] bodysuits suddenly spotted the first-year freshman.

No one answered.

"New life!"

The chubby monk smiled at them.

"I guess you're going to get tested, right?"

Some students nodded silently.

"Hopefully you'll get a Hufflepuff!"

The monk said, "I used to attend that college. ”

"Now move forward,"

A shrill voice said, "The sorting ceremony is about to begin. ”

Professor McGonagall is back.

The ghosts fluttered across the opposite wall and disappeared.

"Now, in a single row,"

Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students, "Follow me. ”

They walked out of the room, through the foyer, and through a double door at the back into the lavish dining room.

Students from the rest of the academy were already seated around four long tables, above which thousands of candles fluttered in the air lit up the cafeteria.

Four tables are lined with glittering gold plates and goblets.

At the top of the cafeteria is a long table with the teachers' seats.

Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students over there and had them line up in front of the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them.

The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces staring at them were like pale lanterns.

The ghosts also mingled among the students, shimmering with a hazy silver light.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and Harry quickly withdrew his gaze.

Professor McGonagall placed another wizard's hat on the stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and dirty.

The people in the restaurant were staring at the hat.

There was silence in the restaurant.

Then, the hat twisted.

The brim of the hat cracked a wide slit, like a mouth, and the hat began to sing: You may think that I am not pretty, but do not judge people by their appearance.

If you can find a prettier hat than mine, I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat jet black and shiny, and your high top hat smooth and structured.

I'm a Hogwarts test hat, and I'm taller than yours.

None of the thoughts hidden in your mind can escape the golden eyes of the magic hat.

Put it on and give it a try, and I'll tell you which house you should be assigned to.

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is a deep boldness in your heart, and their courage, courage and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding; You may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are honest and loyal, and the students of Hufflepuff are stoic and honest, and are not afraid of hard labor; If you are shrewd, you may enter the wise old Ravenclaw, and those who are wise and learned will always meet their fellow disciples there; Maybe you'll go to Stetelin, maybe you'll make sincere friends here, but the cunning and sinister will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

Come put me on!

Don't be afraid!

Don't panic!

In my hands (even though I don't even have a hand) you're absolutely safe, because I'm a thinking magic hat!

After the Magic Hat finished singing, the audience applauded, and the Magic Hat bowed to the four tables one by one, and then stood still.