“…… Helen Schoen! ”

Like Hogwarts, these young wizards from Minos are not all of Greek origin. The first girl that Maca reported to be like Maca and the others seemed to have Nordic ancestry.

Helen, who was standing quietly in the queue, glanced at him when she heard Maca say her name, and then walked to the four-legged stool and sat down with some restraint.

Look at the appearance of her legs together and her two small hands resting peacefully on her knees, there is still a considerable degree of nervousness in her well-behavedness. His eyes drooped slightly, obviously not daring to make eye contact with the large number of curious eyes in the auditorium.

Maca walked up to Helen with a parchment roll and buttoned her sorting hat over her long, maroon hair, which she subconsciously shrunk her neck.

"Hah!"

No sooner had the Sorting Hat than Helen's hair was covered with a scream that made her tremble.

"As soon as I came up, I gave the hat a problem, but this hat's favorite thing to study is the problem...... Uh-huh......" The Sorting Hat twisted and groaned, "I think...... It stands to reason that it should be going to Ravenclaw, but ...... What do you think, little girl? ”

“…… What the? Helen said with wide eyes.

"Ravenclaw House gives you the freedom to pursue knowledge and satisfy your curiosity," the Sorting Hat sings, "and Slytherin House allows you to discreetly grope for darkness and decipher desire...... It is recommended that you choose one of these two colleges...... Of course, it's just a suggestion, and a hat is just a hat. ”

"Ra, Ravenclaw!" Helen pursed her lips, looked up at the students at the four long tables, and then said with a little hesitation.

"Hmm......" the Sorting Hat tilted its spire again, "is that your choice?" So – Gryffindor! ”

Helen's sorting house was chanted aloud by the hat, and the lion cubs applauded enthusiastically.

It is also natural that most of the sympathetic little wizards have a lot of affection for Helen, a lovely little girl.

"Huh?"

In Helen's momentary frustration, Maca pinched the tip of her hat and lifted the Sorting Hat.

Suddenly feeling the emptiness above her head, Helen immediately came to her senses, and walked over with some drift in the welcome of the little lions.

"Sorting Hat, is there anything special about that little girl?" Maca looked at the girl's back and asked casually to the sorting hat in her hand.

"Special?" The Sorting Hat thought for a moment and said, "If you want to say special, it's definitely not as special as you kid...... How so? Is it a child who has forgotten how to 'choose'? ”

Naturally, now was not the time to ask, Maca glanced at the parchment again, and then said aloud: "Helen Schoen, in the third year of Gryffindor House...... Next, Sokaladis Kristozdopoulos. ”

“…… Chris Stopouls? ”

At the Gryffindor long table, Ron, who was looking curiously at the new female classmate, inadvertently heard such a strange name that made people's tongues knotted.

"No, it's 'Cristoloponos'." Harry corrected from the sidelines.

"Not 'Chrisross'?" Neville asked, holding his toad, Lev, with a puzzled expression.

"Don't you think it's strange that the one you're talking about has so many syllables missing?" Ron patted Neville on the shoulder and laughed.

"Ron! You're not in the right to make fun of Neville," Hermione, who was talking to Helen, suddenly turned her head and scolded, "Also, don't joke with people's names!" ”

“…… It's 'Kristozdopoulos'. Helen, who was sitting next to Hermione, carefully tugged at her sleeve and said softly, "Socarades is very nice, as kind and welcoming as Miss Granger, and is our student councillor......

In the middle of her words, she suddenly paused, and said with a gloomy face: "...... Well, I mean, it used to be...... is our student councillor. ”

"Oh...... I'm sorry," Ron immediately scrambled as he saw a tearful look on Helen's face, "We didn't mean to, that ...... Well, the one we all remembered, it was called Chris...... Well? ”

Halfway through the hasty reassurance, Ron realized that he had almost forgotten the awkward last name, and immediately turned back to Harry in embarrassment and asked for help on the spot.

"Uh......" Harry muttered, then spread his hands helplessly, "I think we're probably going to have to put that name on our homework list." ”

"Poof."

Helen seemed to be poked by Harry's words, and puffed out her cheeks and laughed, a faint blush on her lovely face.

"Thank you, seniors...... It's all right," Helen took a breath and smiled sweetly at everyone, and said sensibly, "Actually, when I first settled in Greece with my father, I was troubled by those strange names for a long time......

"In order to remember the names that must be remembered, I also wrote them down on sticky notes and posted them everywhere in my house!"

"Oh, that's a great idea!" Ron clapped his hands and said, "I've thought of using this method to recite a Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms—"

"You didn't mention it, I forgot ......" Harry glared at Ron angrily, "When you were in first year, you nailed all the thumbtacks to the whole wall in the dorm room, right?" The thumbtacks that fell on the floor almost hit the soles of my feet! ”

"Huh?" Ron suddenly turned his head away from Harry's gaze and said dryly, "No, didn't I just say it then?" That must be a good thing Peeves did......"

Helen watched Harry and Ron tugging at each other, and seemed to find it very funny, and couldn't help but let out a crisp laugh like a wind chime.

……

"Slytherin—"

Just now, while Ron and the others were talking about the boy's name, the Sorting Hat quickly reported the boy's sorting results.

"Oh?" Maca raised her eyebrows slightly, then said quietly, "Socaradis Christozdopolos, in the sixth year of Slytherin House...... Next......"

"Professor McLean, please call me 'Socas.'"

The boy who had been removed from his sorting hat by Maca bowed politely, then stood up from his four-legged stool and walked gracefully towards the Slytherin table under the gaze of the serpents.

Maca looked at the back of the boy who was a year older than herself, and secretly circled his name in her heart.

"Next, Paris......"

The names of the Greeks were tongue-twisting, and though they were not more difficult to read than some ancient scriptures, it was a bit of a struggle to read them one after the other.

At the end of this special sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall waved her wand, filled all the large plates with food, and announced the beginning of the dinner quite in time.

Maca casually buttoned the sorting hat to her head, and immediately returned to the faculty seat, picked up the fork and brought herself a large fried chicken leg first.

"Professor McGonagall, where's Umbridge?" He looked at the empty seats in the banquet, then swallowed a mouthful of chicken thigh, wiped the corners of his mouth and asked, "Didn't she come back with me before?" ”

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic is in a hurry, she just went back suddenly......" McGonagall frowned slightly, "I was originally going to announce her return to office after the sorting ceremony. ”

"Yes...... "Marca thought for a moment, "I'll go to the Headmaster's office and put the Sorting Hat back in a moment, and ask Mr. Evra to go to the Ministry of Magic to check on the situation." ”

The "Mr. Evra" he refers to is one of the portraits of past principals that hang on the wall of the rector's office. He served two terms as a minister at the Ministry of Magic, and he also has his portraits at the Ministry of Magic.

"Well," Professor McGonagall nodded, "yes, I'll get over when I've got it here." ”

After saying this, Maca picked up the chicken leg on the plate again, continued to open her mouth and took a big bite, and chewed contentedly.

"Sorting Hat...... Was there any strange guy among those students just now? He munched on the chicken as he vaguely asked the Sorting Hat on his head.

"What's so strange?" The Sorting Hat said lazily, "It's pretty much the same!" Everyone is a superficial and mental thing, isn't it? It's more strange to say that it's completely consistent with what it seems. ”

"For example?" Maca said curiously.

"That Luna Lovegood, for example—and Minerva McGall—"

"Maca!" Professor McGonagall suddenly turned her head and said, "Put that hat aside, and don't talk much while you're eating." ”

"Looks like you're one more of these people." Maca smiled and shrugged.

"Of course, Ben has always been-"

Before the Sorting Hat could finish speaking, Maca took it off the top of her head and rested it on the edge of the dining table.

"You'd better stop talking, and save a moment Professor McGonagall throwing you in the fireplace." He patted the spire of the Sorting Hat and said amusedly, "In that case, you'll be in vain." ”

"Hmph, Ben Hat never tells lies."

After a snort, the Sorting Hat stopped talking nonsense and quieted down.

Maca stuffed food into her mouth as she looked up at the long tables, most of the refugees from Minos were bathed in the kindness of the young wizards of the various academies, and it seemed that it would not be too difficult to integrate into the collective.

Of course, the integration process of the two students who have been sorted into Slytherin House may be relatively difficult.

“…… Helen, try this mushroom soup, I think it's the most delicious Hogwarts dish! Faintly, Maca seemed to hear Hermione's bright voice.