Professor McGonagall pulled out her wand and waved it lightly, and a bench appeared out of thin air in front of the first-year students, and she placed an old, patched, and dirty pointed wizard's hat on the bench.

There was silence in the auditorium. Then, the hat twisted. It cracked a wide slit like a mouth, and the hat began to sing: "You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance......"

Yes, don't judge the hat by its appearance, anyway, this hat is always a relic of Godric Gryffindor.

Dudley had to admit that the shabby hat was pretty good at singing, and if the Muggle world could accept a singing hat, it could have gone to a concert.

After the end of a song, the audience applauded. The hat bows to the four tables.

The little wizards were a little noisy for a moment.

"Oh my God! We've all been deceived by Dursley. It turns out that all you need to do is put on a hat. ”

Dudley covered his face, who the hell fooled you, let's figure it out.

After the end of a song, the audience applauded. The hat bowed to each of the four tables.

"Be quiet. Professor McGonagall said.

"Before the sorting ceremony begins, Professor Dumbledore has a few words to say to everyone. ”

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, Professor Dumbledore stood up and said, "I have a few notes for you to announce. ”

"First-year students are reminded that the school strictly prohibits any students from entering the forest on the edge of the field, which is a forbidden forest. ”

Dumbledore's gaze looked at the Weasley twins on Gryffindor's table.

"Also, our Administrator, Mr. Filch, I want me to remind you not to cast spells in the hallways between classes. ”

In his previous life, Dudley hated Filch very much, he was a squib, that is, he came from a wizarding family but did not know magic. I often watch the little wizards who have the ability to learn magic mischievous, and the little wizards don't value their ability to learn magic. Filch went from envy to now a twisted mind.

"Then there's the Quidditch player review, which will take place in the second week of the term. If you are interested in joining the college team, please contact Ms. Huo Qi. ”

"Finally, and most importantly, the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor is also a forbidden place, if you don't want to die a miserable death, don't go. Thank you!"

Dudley dared to promise that the Weasley twins would sneak a peek.

Although Dumbledore is not omniscient and omnipotent, Voldemort appeared at Hogwarts in such a semi-open, obviously treating Old Deng as a fool, and Old Deng is really bad, it is completely fishing law enforcement.

Professor McGonagall opened the parchment in her hand. She said, "Coming by name, just come to the front, and I'll put the sorting hat on your head, and then identify the house you're going to." ”

The first one to go up was not Hermione, but a little girl named Hannah Abbott, with two golden braids, stumbling up, probably frightened. She was assigned to Hufflepuff.

Several young wizards were then assigned to different academies.

"Dudley Dursley. ”

Dudley stepped forward, and the little wizards blew up, pointing at Dudley one by one.

"Professor, it's he who preaches to us that the Sorting Test is a challenge to the dragon. Malfoy shouted.

Dudley's anger, the professors didn't intend to delve into it. Malfoy, the bear kid, suddenly ran out to stir up the situation, trying to get him to eat a big watermelon.

"Malfoy, did I tell you with my own mouth, or did you see me preach it with your own eyes? Say something without evidence, be careful that I sue you for slandering me. ”

"You... You. ”

Of course, Malfoy couldn't produce evidence, and he just listened to what the other classmates said.

"Dudley, please put on your hat. ”

Dudley picked up his hat and struggled, he noticed that there was a sticky feeling on his hands, and his fingers rubbed the brim of the hat, and a black patch on his thumb. Dudley wanted to take out his wand and clean it up, but realistically, he didn't have a wand, and he put it in a box. Even with a wand, he hadn't used it.

"Please hurry. Professor McGonagall grimaced from the side.

Dudley had no choice but to accept his fate, and he couldn't resist, so enjoy it. Dudley put on the Sorting Hat with the air of death.

"Boy, are you disgusted with this hat, when I existed, maybe your ancestors didn't exist. Dudley's head snapped through the words.

"I'll go. You're not right. Could it be that I'm wearing my hat the wrong way?"

"I don't carry this pot. The Sorting Hat said, "It's your style of painting that's what the hell it looks like." ”

"Boss, are you reading my memories?" Dudley's thoughts were confused, trembling, and he was done with calves.

Dudley felt he had to learn Occlumency as soon as possible. He wasn't worried about Dumbledore, he was worried about dark wizards like Voldemort or magical items like the Sorting Hat.

Although both Dumbledore and Voldemort are spiritualists. But this shows the difference between a white wizard and a black wizard, one is that you can control yourself and know what not to use, or what not to use. One is to do whatever you want, and you can use whatever you want without any bottom line.

The Sorting Hat replied, "I don't have that much power. It's just a glimpse of your personality. ”

"Also, do you think I look like a dragon?"

"Heh, I don't carry this pot. You should say that this is the worst class you have ever seen. Dudley retorted.

"Which college do you think I'm a good fit to go to?" Dudley asked.

"You have a brilliant mind, but you also have courage and an adventurous spirit. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are both good for you. ”

"So you can tell the difference between the many qualities I have? You see, I've been here for so long, and I'm almost embarrassed, and you haven't been able to distinguish them. Eh, don't you think I have the qualities of a Hufflepuff flathead?" Dudley said.

"Who is to blame, you're right! That's the end of the chat, I'm not going to let you be embarrassed. ”

"Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat announced directly in front of all the teachers and students.

Dudley was still stunned, and the last voice in his head came to him: "It's very Gryffindor." ”

Amid the cheers of the Gryffindor cubs, Dudley sat down with them.

Then there was no discrepancy, and the trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione were assigned to Gryffindor.

Dumbledore stood up, he stretched out his arms and said with a smile on his face, "I don't think you want to listen to my old man's nonsense now, so welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year!

"Thank you!"

"What does that mean?" asked Hermione by bumping Dudley with her elbow.

There is nothing more annoying than a problematic little girl sitting next to her. Dudley said weakly, "Ravenclaw will say you're all stupid, Gryffindor will say you're all crying, Slytherin will say you're all scum, and Hufflepuff won't say anything about doing your own thing." Symbolizes the characteristics of each house. ”

"Oh, so how did you get into Gryffindor? squeamish crybaby!" Hermione smiled.

Dudley covered his face with both hands, not wanting to say anything, he just sighed heavily.

Dumbledore sat down again, picked up the spoon and tapped the goblet lightly three times, making a crisp sound, and in an instant every house table was filled with a lot of food, and Dudley saw that there were many foods in front of him that he liked to eat: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, potato chips, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, mint hard candy.

When each student has eaten with their bellies open, the rest of the food disappears from the plate, and the plate becomes as clean as ever. At this time, desserts came in, including pudding and various flavors of ice cream, apple pie, syrup fruit tart, chocolate muffin, fried jam doughnuts...... Everything you need.

Dudley picked up a piece of strawberry-flavored pudding and ate it.

The little wizards who were eating dessert began to talk about their families.

"I'm half and half. "Dad was a Muggle, and Mom didn't tell Dad she was a wizard until she got married. But it scared him a lot. Originally, Dad didn't allow Mom to cast magic at home, but every time Dad couldn't find something, he had to rely on Mom to use a flying spell, and then slowly accepted the fact that magic. ”

"What about you, Neville?" Ron asked.

"Ah, I was raised by my grandmother, who was a wizard. Neville was startled, then said, " But for so many years our family had treated me like a Muggle, and my Uncle Algie was always trying to force me to show my magic by taking advantage of the unpreparedness, and they once pushed me down from the Black Lagoon docks, and nothing happened, and they almost drowned me, and I almost died until I was eight years old, and one day when I was eight years old, they came again, and he hung me down from the upstairs window with my neck up, and coincidentally my Uncle Ani handed him a piece of cake. He went to pick up the cake, and I fell down, but I suddenly bounced up, flew over the garden, and fell onto the road. They were all so happy, they even cried with joy, and if only you could see the look on their faces when I received my letter of admission, they bought me a toad and gave it to me. ”

Everyone laughed at Neville.

Just as Dudley was about to grab another pudding to eat, a head popped out of the plate he was about to take.

Dudley also heard the screams of fright from every house, and he looked over to see twenty or so ghosts popping out of the walls around him, these pearly white, translucent ghosts, as they slashed across the house table, and these ghosts basically floated to the first-year students.

"Hello, welcome to Gryffindor," said the wrinkled ghost in front of Dudley, looking at him. Then he stared at the pudding under his head and said sadly, "This, it doesn't look wrong. ”

"Aren't you going to come a little bit?"

"I haven't eaten in five hundred years. The ghost was a little lonely, and he said, "I don't need to eat them, but I miss them." I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? Sir Nicholas de Min-Porpington, the resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower. ”