Sure enough, more than ten seconds later.

"Silence. ”

With a faint and old voice, all the whispering children around them fell silent. It's as if someone pressed the OFF button for the volume.

A thin, gray-haired old man slowly spun out from behind the flaming foyer. He was dressed in a bronze robe, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon.

This is some unknown teacher at the school.

Hoffa's breathing was a little suppressed, and for some reason, the moment he saw this old man, he felt that Hogwarts might be much stricter now than it would be 50 years later.

The old man walked slowly in front of the new students with his hands behind his back: "You will learn a lot at Hogwarts, but first you will learn not magic, but discipline. ”

Where the old man's eyes swept, the freshmen all lowered their heads without exception.

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin, and it is irrefutable that whichever house you are assigned to is which house. Come with me. ”

The old man finished speaking very succinctly, without the slightest intention of explaining to them.

With one hand behind his back, he turned to the foyer, and walked in a rather domineering posture.

A group of freshmen were led by the old man through a Gothic corridor tens of meters high, and the walls were lit with flames every ten meters.

A few students around whispered.

"Is that Vice Chancellor Adebay?"

“..... It's fierce, even more fierce than the legend. ”

"Shhhhh

As soon as they said a few words, someone quickly told them to shut up, and they looked frightened and even a little frightened.

Adebe Goshak, it turned out to be him.

Hoffa glanced at Miranda, who had a calm face.

In this way, this old man is her grandfather, it seems really strict.

As he thought, Hoffa looked at his surroundings. There aren't any ghosts walking around here. The only thing that was quiet was the footsteps of the new students, and the eyes of the oil paintings on the wall slowly turned with them, but most of them did not say a word.

Passing through the hallway, a group of freshmen arrived at the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The auditorium was solemn and dim, and the floor was covered with a blue carpet.

The voices around were a little louder, but they were all very restrained whispered conversations. It's not at all like on the train, where you can talk and laugh freely.

There is no romance here as it was written in later novels, there are no hundreds of flaming candles, there are no prefects who are warmly welcomed.

The lighting here is provided by the brazier.

The walls were lined with braziers, and the hall became brighter with each step the freshmen walked.

Above the ceiling dome, thousands of bright stars swirled slowly in the darkness.

Like ancient and obscure astrology, it is unfathomable and serious.

Hoffa looked at the classroom seat in the middle of the classroom seat, an old man with a white beard with gloomy eyes and a thin body. Half of the hair is bald.

Armando Duppert is currently Headmaster of Hogwarts.

One glance at Hoffa made it clear that this guy wasn't Dumbledore's headmaster at all.

There was no kindness in his eyes, only scrutiny.

It is said that once a son of heaven is a courtier, no wonder the whole school is filled with an atmosphere of rules and order.

Of course, Hoffa also saw Dumbledore, who was sitting on the left side of the faculty chair, talking to a fat dark-haired man next to him in a whisper.

When Hoffa saw the fat man, he immediately understood his identity.

Slughorn, Dean of Slytherin House.

The man who taught the secret of soul splitting to Voldemort, more than fifty years later, he returned to the same position.

Walking to a statue of a giant eagle in front of the faculty chair, Vice Chancellor Adebe Goshak turned. Beside him, was a blue barstool.

There was a crumpled hat on the stool.

"In a row. ”

The serious Professor Goshak said coldly.

His voice was flat, but all the freshmen immediately followed the order and stood in a row in front of and behind.

Professor Goshawk pulled out a long roll of parchment from his cuff.

"Whoever hears the name comes up and puts on the Sorting Hat. ”

....... Ekalan Mitte

A boy trotted over, scrambling his hat over his head, and the Sorting Hat shouted at once.

"Gryffindor!"

A faint applause rang out from a table on the left, and when these people applauded, they were also quite restrained. It is not as intense as it is depicted in later books.

"Alphard Black. Goshawk continued to report his name.

This surname Hoffa is very familiar.

Black.

is a member of Sirius' family.

He looked up and saw a cold-faced boy in a black robe parting the crowd and sitting on a barstool.

The Sorting Hat hesitated on his head for a long time, then assigned him to Slytherin. The Blake frowned, as if he was still a little unhappy.

Hoffa watched the boy his age walk by, wondering what this man was to be related to the future Sirius Black.

Not long after Alphad left, Hoffa heard another familiar name.

"Erin Prince. ”

Prince?Erin Prince?

Half-blood prince Snape?

Hoffa immediately raised his head.

It was a dark-haired girl with a pale appearance, greasy hair, a lot of freckles around her nose, and a sad expression on her face.

She trotted nervously to the Sorting Hat, which quickly sorted her into Slytherin.

Hoffa thought to himself that he had long eyes today, and that these people here were the ancestors of those celebrities in the future! He even wondered if he would be able to become Snape's father if he had soaked that Erin Prince just now.......

Hoffa quickly shook his head, he felt that it was not good to think about such a ghost beast in such a serious auditorium.

Moreover, Erin is not pretty......

The Sorting Hat is sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Fast people are fine in a few seconds.

Slow people waited for a minute, and during this time, everyone in the hall waited silently, without a sound.

The crowd stepped forward one by one, except, of course, for some of the big family names of later generations. It was difficult for Hoffa to hear the familiar in this sorting ceremony.

Suddenly, as Goshak shouted, "Aglaia. S. Drazes.

A blue-eyed, silver-haired girl stepped out of the crowd and sat down on a barstool with a blank face.

Hoffa's eyes widened.

It turned out that her name was Aglaia. S. Drazes. What a stinky, long name.

As soon as the Sorting Hat touched her silver hair, he shouted, "Ravenclaw." ”

Damn, Hoffa shook his head secretly, but unfortunately he was not a Sorting Hat, otherwise he would have given this goods to Slytherin.

Aglaia dropped her Sorting Hat and walked down the steps, giving him a mocking smile as she passed Hoffa. As if mocking his judgment on the train.

Hoffa thought to himself that if he was Harry Potter, this thing must be a character like Malfoy.......

"Tom Marvolo Riddle. ”

A name from the vice-principal's mouth interrupted Hoffa's thoughts.

He looked up to witness this historic moment.

Tom, who was in good shape, parted the crowd and walked slowly to the Sorting Hat, he seemed calm, but Hoffa was keenly aware that his hands were clenched, and the green veins on the backs of his hands were bulging. Obviously very excited.

Just for a second.

Sorting Hat: "Slytherin!"

The rightmost table erupted in applause, three points more fervent than the applause of the others. In such a serious atmosphere, this is already very difficult.

In less than an afternoon on the train, Tom Riddle had gained the favor of most people in Slytherin.

The boy lowered his sorting hat, and Hoffa saw a look of relief on his face.

It's strange that Voldemort also has this emotion.

After a dozen more people were separated, Vice Principal Goshak finally gave his name with a blank face.

"Hoffa Bach. ”

Miranda gave Hoffa a slight nudge, and Hoffa stepped out of the crowd.

None of the others reacted, and for them, it was nothing more than an ordinary name.

But there was one man whose eyes widened.

Sitting in the corner of the Ravenclaw table, Aglaia was still expressionless and lacking in interest.

But when she saw Hoffa come out, she was a little puzzled at first.

Then her face immediately turned pale, and a wave of humiliating anger rushed to her head, and she slammed her fist on the table, attracting the sideways glances of the Ravenclaws next to her.

"Bastard ......"

Aglaia gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words. Only then did she realize that this boy was none other than Miller Goshak. It's called Hoffa Bach.

In her opinion, and the Bach classmate's ignorance of her on the train was the greatest insult to her.

Unaware of the fact that his actions on the train had offended a Ravenclaw, Hoffa sat down on a barstool and put on his hat with some trepidation.

It was casual, but at this moment, he couldn't help but be nervous.

As soon as he put on his hat, the Sorting Hat sighed softly in his ear.

"Difficult.... It's so hard...... It's been a long time since I've seen such a difficult student. Brave, there is. The heart is not bad, he is still very smart, and he naturally does not lack ambition. Well, it seems that all four colleges are quite suitable for you. ”

Hoffa was speechless, is this a change of way to scold me for being characterless, and to be unaware of everyone.

Time passed minute by minute, longer than anyone dragged on. Three minutes later, Hoffa was still sitting on his stool.

Professor Goshak, who was standing, glanced at Hoffa more.

The Sorting Hat had been muttering at Hofar.

“...... Eliminate Hufflepuff first, you don't fit in there...... Secondly, I also want to exclude Slytherin, although you are ambitious, but not enough, not enough Slytherin standards. ”

Hoffa's breathing was a little rapid.

Sorting Hat: "Then it's left with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw." Well, let me think about it......"

Hoffa was a little nervous, Ravenclaw, if it was usually nothing, but since he met that silver-haired woman, he really didn't want to stay in the same academy with that kind of person.

Suddenly, he had an idea, and he thought that when Harry Potter wore the Sorting Hat, the hat was also difficult to choose, about Gryffindor and Slytherin, but in the end, Harry Potter made his own choice and chose Gryffindor.

So Hoffa also learned, and he was talking in his head.

Don't go to Ravenclaw...... Don't go to Ravenclaw...... Don't go to Ravenclaw.......

The Sorting Hat shouted in a voice that shattered the sky: "Ravenclaw!"