Susan Pence..... Hufflepuff! ”

Justin Finchrie..... Hufflepuff! ”

In the beautifully decorated large exhibition hall, a crumpled hat was opening its mouth that cracked through the edges, and it was still writhing restlessly while rapping, and occasionally the brim of the hat was kneaded by a few little wizards who were not afraid of anything, and let out a strange laugh.

As the names of the students and the houses they were assigned to were spoken from the mouth of the Sorting Hat, the young wizards clapped their hands warmly or perfunctorily on the seats below.

At least at this orientation, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who don't like each other, will maintain this relatively harmonious scene.

The young wizards who were waiting in the audience to assign the house watched nervously or expectantly as the others buckled their sorting hats, and then walked to the corresponding house seats amid the funny tone comments of the hats.

However, among the new students, there was an out-of-place emaciated boy, who was looking blankly at the gorgeous and retro decorations around him, and the candles that were strangely suspended in mid-air, the bright light of the stars illuminated the auditorium, and the translucent ghosts could be seen flying through the air.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? ”

"Strange, am I dying in a hospital bed?" Just as the boy felt both familiar and unfamiliar with everything around him, a high-pitched female voice resounded in the large exhibition hall.

"Ivan Hals!"

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood at the corner table where the Sorting Hat was placed, looking at the parchment scroll in his hand, but he waited for a long time to see the new students come up, so he frowned and read aloud again.

"Ivan Hals!"

I hadn't seen any movement among the new students for a long time, and even Dumbledore cast a puzzled look, and the old students of the major colleges talked about it in private.

"Who? Who is called Ivan? So bold? ”

"It can't be that you went the wrong way and missed the sorting ceremony, right?"

"This is interesting.."

......

At this time, the remaining freshmen, under the gaze of many professors and seniors, moved a few steps behind them, but the boy with blonde hair and black eyes who had not yet figured out the state was still standing in place, looking extremely conspicuous.

"Mr. Ivan Hals, please come to this stage!" Professor McGonagall repeated.

"Me?" Ivan pointed to himself a little confused, and suddenly felt that this scene was a little strange but unexpectedly familiar.

"Yes, please come up as soon as possible, okay? Just like everyone else does... There are other children who need to be sorted next. Perhaps because Ivan was a freshman, Professor McGonagall didn't mean to be angry even though she was asking for the fourth time, but she thought in her heart that the freshman might be a little nervous.

Before Ivan could react, he felt that he was being nudged by someone, and then the freshmen in the front row also unexpectedly tacitly pushed Ivan onto the stage one by one.

"All right, kid, come over here.," Professor McGonagall stepped forward, put his arm around Ivan's shoulders and pinned him down in his chair, picking up the Sorting Hat and pressing it on Ivan's head.

The Sorting Hat twisted restlessly around Ivan's head, and spoke in a rather funny voice.

"Hey, boy, don't be too shy, you're not the first person to feel nervous in this kind of place... Believe me, close your eyes and it's over... It doesn't hurt at all! ”

Ivan rolled his eyes, he had just been in the freshman for a while, and he also had some guesses about the current situation, but he still felt a little hard to believe.

But is this really Hogwarts? That magical place where magic is taught? But that's not...

Ivan was about to continue thinking about it, but the voice of the Sorting Hat rang in Ivan's ears at the right time.

"Yes.. Of course, this is Hogwarts! You're not dreaming, I'm 100% sure! ”

"I'm guessing you're from a Muggle family, aren't you? Every few years, there are a few new little wizards who don't believe that magic is real, they say it's all a trick, and they always want to pull a rabbit with long ears out of my body.... I told them there was nothing in the hat, but they didn't believe it..."

The Sorting Hat babbled on and on, its mouth cracking open almost to the brim.

The Sorting Hat's ability to read memories made Ivan suddenly dare not think about it anymore, and quickly gathered his mind.

But perhaps because of the influence of the Sorting Hat, Ivan's mind was like a slideshow, flashing strange memories one after another, and the scattered Ivan himself couldn't piece it together, as if it was a picture of a witch teaching her own magic...

The witch in my memory was about thirty, with beautiful long blond hair, and she was talking something with her mouth open, and then Ivan only felt a wave of fear hit his heart...

The Sorting Hat was also the first time he had seen a young wizard with such a messy idea, but he was also surprised that Ivan was not from a Muggle family, how could a child from a wizarding family not know about Hogwarts.

A cold sweat broke out on Ivan's forehead, although the various thoughts and memories read by the Sorting Hat belonged to the original owner, but if this continued, he didn't know if the hat would read any important secrets, Ivan could only try to force himself to think about some inconsequential things.

Seeing that the Sorting Hat seemed to be in endless stance, Professor McGonagall coughed lightly twice, reminding the Sorting Hat on the stage to get down to business.

The Sorting Hat stopped talking, and Ivan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also a little curious about which house he would be sorted into.

"Well. Let me see, optimistic.. Smart and cranky—" The Sorting Hat said in a long voice, suddenly lowering his voice again. "And there's a little bit of dark magic..."

"I know the dark arts?" Ivan was confused and remembered the memory just now.

"Oh yes, an ancient and rare... Black magic. The Sorting Hat whispered to Ivan, as if he were whispering something.

"Of course, it's also an interesting dark magic in my opinion, and it's always about seeing things you don't want to see... Someone has used it to play pranks, maybe you can try it too..."

"Dumbledore certainly doesn't want anyone to do that again," the Sorting Hat complained to himself.

"So where do I go? Slytherin? "Ivan was a little curious about his knowledge of the dark arts, but the most important thing now was the issue of the Sorting House.

After the separation, he could take off this damned, memory-reading hat.

Of the four Hogwarts houses, it takes enough bravery (or recklessness?) to get into Gryffindor. Ravenclaw wants wisdom or a thirst for knowledge.

Slytherin, on the other hand, has a cunning and sinister personality and a talent for magic.

As for Hufflepuff...

Ivan felt that Hufflepuff House was usually responsible for taking in the remaining cadets...

The Sorting Hat's statement that learning the Dark Arts fits Slytherin standards well, and of course it is possible that he was sorted into Ravenclaw because he was both optimistic and intelligent.

Ivan thought a little narcissistically...

"No, no, no, neither." The Sorting Hat's tone suddenly became humorous. "It makes you a little sad to say that, but Slytherin usually only chooses gifted wizards, so..."

"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat changed the whisper he whispered to Ivan, and a high-pitched voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Gryffindor?" Ivan took the Sorting Hat off the top of his head, a little surprised, and didn't even have time to complain about the Sorting Hat's evaluation of his talent.

"Yes.. Yes, you should go there! The Sorting Hat swore solemnly. I've never missed a point, you have the right qualities! ”