In the room, the freshmen were still praying in their hearts, when suddenly someone let out a loud scream.

There were a few wizards with poor mental capacity who even jumped in fright, and Harry was one of them.

Zhang Hao also turned his head to look behind him, and it turned out that more than twenty ghosts suddenly popped out of the wall behind him.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts float across the room, turning heads and ears.

They ignored the first-year students and exchanged words about something.

Zhang Hao vaguely heard them mention Peeves, and it seemed that some ghost named Peeves had done something bad.

They discussed whether they would forgive him......

Finally, a ghost wearing a wheel-like ruffled collar and tights spotted the freshman.

He started the topic familiarly, and babbled something inconsequential.

But it didn't take long for the ghost to talk before Professor McGonagall's voice was heard.

"Everyone moved forward, and the sorting ceremony was about to begin. Professor McGonagall said to the freshmen, "Now line up in a single row, follow me!"

The group lined up as they walked out of the room, through the foyer, and through the double doors that had previously led to the grand auditorium.

Zhang Hao has been to the Great Hall, to the No. 6 Pharmaceutical Factory, and to the British Retro Hotel......

Although those places are also magnificent, they are generally not comparable to this luxurious auditorium.

The rest of the academy was already sitting around four long tables, and thousands of candles fluttered above them.

The candles illuminate the auditorium as if it were daylight, leaving almost no shadow in any corner.

Four tables were lined with glittering gold plates and goblets, but they were all empty and had not yet contained any food.

At the top of the auditorium was a long table with the professors' seats.

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen over there to form a line, with their backs to the professorship, facing the seniors.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the freshmen, and they couldn't help but be nervous.

Of course, this is not the case for everyone.

At least Zhang Hao was very indifferent, and the little girl next to Harry, who was suspected of being Hermione Granger, paid most of her attention to the ceiling.

The ceiling of the auditorium has been magical, and it looks like the starry sky outside, looking high and beautiful.

But Zhang Hao estimates that in another ten years, the starry sky outside will not be so beautiful.

At this point, Professor McGonagall placed a quadrangular stool in front of the freshmen, and then placed a wizarding hat on the quadrangular stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and dirty.

Zhang Hao thought to himself, maybe there was a chance to give this hat a bath.

Almost everyone stared at the hat, and it was like waking up from a deep sleep. From soft collapse to firmness, I saw it twist slightly, and then it cracked a wide slit.

This slit is like a big mouth, pouring out ugly ballads:

You may think I'm not pretty

But don't judge people by their appearance

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine

I can eat myself

......

You're absolutely safe in my hands

Because I'm a magic hat that must think!

The duck's howling song finally ended, and the corners of Zhang Hao's mouth twitched, and he felt like his ears had been raped.

Professor McGonagall took a few graceful steps forward with a roll of parchment in her hand. She exclaimed, "Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and puts on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." ”

She paused and pronounced the first name: "Hannah Abbott!"

Zhang Hao showed a hint of a smile, and couldn't help but praise in his heart: "Sure enough, it's the iron-beaten Hannah, the threesome of flowing water!"

Then I saw a little girl with a ruddy face and two blonde braids, stumbling out of the queue and putting on the sorting hat.

"Hufflepuff!" the hat shouted.

The students at the table on the right applauded Hannah and welcomed her to Hufflepuff.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Bout!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Mandy Bloch!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Lavender Brown!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Millison Birdside!"

"Slytherin!"

"Justin Finchrie!"

"Hufflepuff!"

......

The branch proceeded in a step-by-step manner, and almost everyone was able to draw conclusions in a very short time.

But when a name rang through the hall, it finally took a twist.

"Harry Potter!"

There was silence in the auditorium, followed by various whispers.

"Potter? Is she calling Potter?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

Everyone looked at each other, wanting to see the face of this legendary figure.

But that immature face had been covered by the Sorting Hat, and almost no one could see Harry's full face.

The Sorting Hat muttered, hesitating for a long time.

Or maybe it was arguing with Harry, and in the end it had no choice but to compromise.

"Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table let out loud cheers, while the other three tables fell silent.

Teenagers are eager to get in touch with legends, but there are obviously not too many who get what they want.

There are four people left, Lisa Dupin, Ron Weasley, Blaise Sabini, and Zhang Hao.

Lisa Dupin was assigned to Ravenclaw, Ron Weasley was assigned to Gryffindor, and Brace Shabini was assigned to Slytherin.

Finally, Professor McGonagall pronounced the last name.

"Hao Zhang!"

Zhang Hao calmly picked up the sorting hat and gently put it on his head. Until this time, he was still so indifferent, and he felt like he was wearing a dirty hat out of his crown.

Everyone's eyes gathered again, and the senior students were full of anticipation.

The freshmen murmured a prayer, "Don't be assigned to our house!"

The youngest boy in the Weasley family was even more exaggerated, his face wrinkled together.

His twin brother wondered, "Ron, what are you talking about? Shouldn't we welcome him?"

Ron said with a bitter face, "He used magic on Pansy Parkinson on the train, and Professor McGonagall deducted twenty points. You know what that means, if he comes to Gryffindor, we're going to get twenty points!"

The news spread about it and soon everyone knew about it, as did the other three tables.

The worst mood is the Slytherin students, they have already gained Pansy Parkinson, if Zhang Hao also joins, then Slytherin will really lose at the starting line.

However, whatever you are afraid of comes, when the little snakes are resistant.

The Sorting Hat was also entangled, and muttered, "Oh, a contradictory soul, and you have no lack of courage, no faith in the truth, and more than a desire to hide in the lows...... Perhaps, all you need is a huge stage......"

Zhang Hao didn't have specific requirements for which college to go to, so he remained indifferent even if he knew that he could interfere with the judgment of the Sorting Hat.

So, after a long struggle, the Sorting Hat shouted out a name:

"Slytherin!"

Zhang Hao took off his hat and slowly walked to the long table on the left.

Someone should have given up their seats, someone should have cheered, someone should have shaken hands to welcome ......

But none of this happened, they let Zhang Hao sit lonely outside the crowd.

Seeing the birth of a generation of cold field kings, let him overwhelm the crowd, it is really unconvincing......