After Harry Potter was mentioned, the atmosphere in the Headmaster's room changed.

Dumbledore ate his sweets, no one wanted to see him, and Professor McGonagall didn't know what he was talking about, and Quirrell turned pale as if suddenly frightened.

For a moment, there was a sudden silence for a while.

Hagrid didn't like the quiet.

"Well, that, I mean, if it's okay, I'll pick up the new students, and the train will be almost there."

Hagrid said embarrassedly, he couldn't wait to see Harry Potter again.

"Ah, yes, I'm going to get ready for the sorting too."

Professor McGonagall said suddenly.

In this way, several professors and Dumbledore had the shortest opening meeting in recent years, and from the time of the meeting to the end, today's meeting was less than an hour.

Walking out of Dumbledore's headmaster's room, Severus looked speechlessly at the sun still hanging in the sky and narrowed his eyes: It's only past three o'clock, right?

The Hogwarts Express usually arrives around six o'clock, but due to the early sunset time on the Scottish side, and the fact that both Hogwarts and Hogsmeade are located in the valley, it is almost dark after six o'clock.

However, there are at least three hours before dark, which means that the Hogwarts Express will arrive in three hours, so will it be too early to pick it up?

Anyway, Severus didn't remind Hagrid and McGonagall, Hagrid might just need to wait at the station, but McGonagall's words, she was really busy.

After three more hours in front of the potion cauldron, Severus finally set off for the Great Hall.

At this time, it was getting dark, and it was estimated that the train should have arrived.

Except for Professors Hagrid and McGonagall, as well as Professor Flitwick who was on duty at the gate, the rest of the professors also came to the auditorium one after another.

Everyone came a little earlier.

In the past, everyone actually arrived at about the same time as the senior students, but now, the senior students have not yet arrived.

After another ten minutes or so, the senior students finally entered the auditorium in a long line.

Severus could clearly see that the little wizard, who was still laughing and playing just a moment ago, quickly quieted down after entering the Great Hall, like a duck suddenly choked by the throat.

Probably they've never seen professors wait for students en masse at Hogwarts.

The students sat down one by one, and from time to time there was a discussion about what the professors had taken the wrong medicine today, or whether George or Fred had blown up the principal's office.

It was a few more moments before Professor McGonagall led the young wizard into the Great Hall.

It is estimated that many people can tell who Harry Potter is at a glance, he is very conspicuous, shorter than everyone around him, and skinny.

Severus felt that Professor Sprout next to him was about to cry, and in this woman's understanding, such a thin Harry Potter must have been abused and had not had enough to eat.

But I'm afraid the truth is not much worse.

The professors on the stage were all staring down, the other senior students were also staring, and many of the little wizards were already shaking.

Not everyone has the ability of Hermione Granger to talk casually when stared at.

Even Draco Malfoy couldn't help but look in Hermione's direction.

However, he didn't like the girl with fluffy hair and a pair of front teeth, even though her skin was fair, but her intelligent appearance made Draco extremely annoyed, as if he had seen himself as he had been.

As a little tsundere, when he was a child, Draco did not do much in order to gain attention and praise, but after being scolded by Severus, he finally got out of that low-level realm.

So, he can rightfully 'despise' Hermione. Granger's low-grade fun.

Draco frowned, though, and his instincts told him that this was a little Muggle wizard!

"Hmph, it's hard to learn, it looks like it's supposed to be a Ravenclaw nerd!"

Draco touched his neatly combed hair, and naturally used the words of his former godfather to Hermione. Granger.

I looked at the little girl's fluffy hair again,

"Well, it's still nice to have a neat little back like yourself." Draco couldn't help but think that he had wanted to try this "grown-up" hairstyle for a long time.

Severus, of course, was also looking at the freshmen below, and he also saw Draco, but he did not expect that Draco did not pay attention to the savior Potter because of his warning, but instead to Hermione from the Muggles. Granger became interested.

Professor McGonagall tapped her wand on the quadrangular stool in front of her, and everyone fell silent.

Then quite a few of the older students began to cast magic on their ears, not to plug them, but to lower their voices, because they knew that the worst singer at Hogwarts was about to start singing!

A certain hat on the stool in between—the Sorting Hat, writhed and cracked a mouth, and then sang:

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their looks, if you can find a more beautiful hat than me, I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat jet black and shiny, and your high hat smooth and structured, I'm the Hogwarts test hat, and I'm naturally 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 will 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, where you'll find honor and power, and make sincere friends, but be careful, some people will stop at nothing to get to their ends.

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 safe, for I'm a thinking hat! ”

When the Sorting Hat had finished singing, the audience applauded, and it bowed to each of the four tables, and then stood still.

This time the song of the Sorting Hat is long enough, and I guess I have been thinking about it for a long time.

Although he didn't denigrate Slytherin again, the Sorting Hat always hurt Slytherin a few words a year because he didn't see Severus.

Severus, of course, doesn't care about the child's temper of the Sorting Hat.

He'll only go to give the Sorting Hat a bath and relax when he's heard something that doesn't taste right!

McGonagall took a few steps forward, and a piece of parchment with her name on it floated in front of her.

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." Professor McGonagall said, "Hannah. Aibo! ”

A ruddy-faced little girl with two blonde braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.

She sat down and paused.

"Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted.