McGoth had just been the first, and now the penultimate one, and in front of him was Harry, and the little wizards walked into the luxurious dining room one by one, and all eyes were on them. The restaurant is also huge, but unlike the outside, which is too big, it feels like it's indoors, and that's without looking up, of course. They were now walking in the middle of four extremely long tables, each with glittering gold plates and goblets, flanked nearly full of senior wizards. Looking up, there are thousands of candles floating in the air, and this is where the restaurant's light source comes from. Looking further up, what is seen is neither the ceiling nor the roof, but - the sky.

"It's magic, I read about it in Hogwarts, a school history." Hermione's voice came from the front.

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen to the front and stopped at the faculty's long desk, where between the table and them was a stool with a patched, old, dirty, high-pointed hat.

When all the freshmen were standing, the whole dining room was silent, and everyone's eyes shifted to their hats. The hat began to writhe, and the brim of the hat cracked in a wide slit like a mouth—and it sang the school song.

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Because I'm a thinking hat!

Hat, no, it's the magic hat, after the magic hat finished singing, the audience applauded, the magic hat bowed to the four tables one by one, and then stood still.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." She said, "Hannah Abbott!" The order is just like the original book, and the freshmen who are assigned to which house they are assigned to will be greeted with enthusiastic applause from that house. Time passed slowly, some were divided quickly and others slowly, and Harry, who was standing in front of Magos, looked nervous, and he kept looking at Hagrid in the teacher's seat.

"Relax, Harry, you're too nervous."

"Thanks, McGoss, but I can't, I feel like my legs are stiff." Harry's voice was jerky.

"You just go to school like you normally would, okay, I've got you, go."

"Harry. Porter! ”

McGoth saw everyone looking at him, thinking that he was worthy of a celebrity. After he was sorted into Gryffindor, everyone was still watching him.

"McGoss. Will! Snape, who was in the teacher's seat, looked back at Harry, and Dumbledore looked at him.

When it was his turn, he took a deep breath and walked up to sit down, Professor McGonagall placing the magic hat on his head, the brim obscuring his vision. A voice rang in his ears.

"You're smart, you can go to Ravenclaw, you're courageous, you can go to Gryffindor, you're curious and honest, Hufflepuff is a good fit for you, you're just as ambitious, and you can go in Slytherin. Well, let me see inside you. Oh, you have a Gryffindor in mind, but you have a great curiosity about the other three houses, and it's hard, hard. Which college do you want to go to? ”

"Me? Can you communicate with me? McGoth replied softly.

"Yes, I'm talking to you, where do you want to go?"

"Whatever, whatever you say."

"You can go to all four colleges, but you still have to choose one of them."

"Won't you help me choose?" McGoth asked curiously.

"When you satisfy two or more academies at the same time, your will is what matters, I just suggest."

"So what should I do, shall I choose one at random?"

"You can't be casual, you have to be inclined to him in your heart."

"It's really hard to choose, can you tell me which very famous people have come out of the four academies?"

"Of course, Hufflepuff has been out ......"

The seniors in the cafeteria had been looking at Harry since he had been placed in Gryffindor and waiting for the table to open, but the more they waited, the more wrong it became, why hadn't the table opened yet? They looked at the faculty seat, and it turned out that there was a freshman there who had not been sorted into the house, and since their attention had been on Harry's side before, they had not paid attention to Professor McGonagall's shouting, and they didn't know who he was, so they turned their heads and asked for the name of the last freshman.

McGoss. Will.

They pondered the somewhat familiar name, and suddenly it dawned on them that it was not the little wizard who had been boasted about by the Daily Prophet last year about his ability to ascend to heaven. Obediently, it turns out that he came to school this year. Now the senior wizards are a little interested in him, but they are more dissatisfied, or disdainful. In this way, they waited and waited, and waited until they were hungry and no longer felt, but his sorting was not over yet, and a group of people looked at Headmaster Dumbledore dumbfounded.

In fact, Headmaster Dumbledore had already sensed what Magos was talking to the Devilhat with magic, and they actually started to communicate after exchanging the wizards who have always been famous in various houses, what is it called-boring!!

In fact, this is the case, after the introduction of the Sorting Hat, McGoth asked curiously,

"Isn't it boring that you're here every year to help us with the branch?"

"What is boredom?" The Sorting Hat replied.

"Well, let me think about it. By the way, boredom is doing the same thing all the time, yes, that's it. McGoth applauded his wit.

"I feel that you are a little narcissistic, and I am bored, why do you think I am boring?"

"But why don't you get bored doing the same thing over and over again?"

"Does it have to be boring to keep doing the same thing? This is the first time anyone has said that to me. ”

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And just like that, they kept talking about the topic. Although Dumbledore had said that he would be extraordinary, this extraordinariness gave him a bit of a headache, and now the students and teachers of the whole school were staring at him, as if he felt some kind of resentment, and their eyes seemed to focus on two words - hunger. Already hungry, he glanced at the energetic Magos who was communicating with the Devil's Hat, and it seemed that they would not stop for a short time, and with a wave of his hand, the Devil's Hat flew from Mygoth's head to his hand.

"Gryffindor!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

Everyone applauded and cheered, but this time it was the four faculties and teachers who applauded together.

Before McGoth could come back to his senses after being interrupted and confused by the sudden applause, Dumbledore then said loudly, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the school year!" I wanted to say a few words before the banquet started, but it looks like you don't want to hear it, okay, the banquet begins, thank you! McGoss, please return to Gryffindor's table. ”

In this way, McGoth stood up and glanced at Dumbledore in a bit of a daze, and then looked at the magic hat next to him, the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched and put the magic hat away without leaving a trace, he felt that if they continued to talk like this, maybe the magic hat would strike next year.

Seeing the magic hat being put away, McGoth sighed in disappointment, he was going to talk to it about the hat body, but now there is no chance, I don't know if the sorting house can still communicate with it if he can wear that hat in the future, McGoth is going to ask Dumbledore if he can let the magic hat talk to him again. Unbeknownst to everyone, the headmaster had decided not to give him a chance to get close to the magic hat again.

When he walked to the Gryffindor table, a table of people was eating wildly, and he walked over to Hermione and sat down to see that she was also moving her knife and fork quickly, and couldn't help but say slower. She slowed down, but not only did she slow down, but the people around her also slowed down, and everyone looked at him with a very strange gaze, and he felt that he was very bold and stunned, "Eh, hello, is there something wrong?" ”

They all grinned suddenly, and one of the senior wizards put his arm around his shoulders and said, "I'm sure you've broken the Sorting Hat's record for the longest time, and there's probably no one else going to beat it." As soon as his words fell, the old fritters around him applauded, as if this was some kind of great collective honor.

"Okay, let's eat quickly, it's too late today, otherwise I'm afraid I won't eat later, it's the first time I've been in five years and I've encountered a school banquet that took so long to eat." An upperclass wizard with a gleaming silver letter P pinned to his chest walked over. "I'm Percy, the Gryffindor prefect and Ron's older brother, and I just heard him talk about you."

"Sorry to keep you hungry for so long." McGoth said with some embarrassment.

"What a fool's errand, it's too late for us to rejoice, you've earned us a record that could be permanent." After saying that, he hugged him fiercely.

Magos now doesn't understand the circuits in the heads of these wizards, and it feels strange to them. But he didn't care about what to think, so he had better hurry up and eat, he was already feeling a little hungry.

"Why did it take you so long?" Hermione, who was well-fed, asked softly.

"I'm chatting with it." McGoth said as he ate a steak in his mouth.

"Chat? Can it still chat with people? Hermione was amazed, looking at her expression and wishing she could go back to when she had just been sorted.

"To be honest, I didn't know that at first."

After taking his last sip, Dumbledore stood up.

"Now that everyone is well fed and drunk, I want to say a few more words to everyone. At the beginning of the semester, I would like to make a few points to note with you. ”

"First-year students are aware that the woods on campus are off-limits to students. Some of our old classmates should also remember this. Dumbledore's shining gaze swept over the Weasley twins.

"Also, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to do magic in the hallways between classes.

"The Quidditch player review will take place in the second week of the term. If you are interested in joining the college team, please contact Mrs. Huo Qi. Finally, I must tell you that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident, a painful and tragic death, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. Well, the banquet is over, and everyone stands up and sings the school song. With that, he clapped his hands, and all the food left on the table was gone.

The senior reluctantly got up, and when the freshmen were curious about what the school song was, Dumbledore sang the first few words, and the freshmen hummed along with the senior wizard, the only feeling was - it was terrible!!

After singing, Percy stood up and shouted, "The new Gryffindor students are coming to my party." ”

A group of young wizards stumbled up to Percy.

"Alright, everyone follow me, and I'll take you to the break room." They followed Percy out of the dining room and up the marble staircase outside the door. He staggered past several other house prefects, but one of the prefects gave him a hard look as he walked up to him, and McGoth guessed from Malfoy, who was following him, that he was supposed to be a Slytherin prefect.