Sherlock was well versed in the history and introduction of the four houses, and his mother was a Ravenclaw graduate and his father was a Slytherin, so Sherlock guessed that no parent would complain about either house, even Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

After all, parents aren't extreme pure-bloods.

Sherlock's mother was a half-blood wizard, Sherlock's grandmother's family was pureblood, but Sherlock's grandfather was an ordinary Muggle...... Or maybe it's not ordinary, the other party is the founder of an international company.

"There's a banquet going on inside, stepping through this gate. It's time for the sorting ceremony. ”

Behind Professor McGonagall was a black pomegranate door, which opened with a 'creak' as if it were a temple of ancient age to welcome his visitors.

The large hall and the surrounding stone walls were hung with torches, white candles floated overhead, the candlelight illuminated the whole hall, and the ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky.

The long tables around him were empty, not even cutlery, but Sherlock knew that it was waiting for the sorting ceremony to be over before the houses could officially start their meal.

At the top of the cafeteria is a long table with the teachers' seats.

Sherlock saw the deans of the various houses, as well as a number of teachers who taught the students' classes, and Sherlock focused his gaze on a man in a black robe, with shoulder-length hair and a nonchalant attitude.

Severus Snape is an absolute tragic character in Sherlock's eyes, but that doesn't stop him from having respect for this man, talented, faithful, and loyal to love, and it's remarkable to be able to do any of that.

Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students over there and lined them up in front of the entire upper class.

The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces staring at them were like pale lanterns.

The ghosts also mingled among the students, shimmering with a hazy silver light.

Sherlock who walked in received everyone's attention, calmly, calmly and elegantly, in a group of trembling and towering lives, it was too conspicuous.

And the dazzling platinum-blond long hair and handsome face also stood out in the crowd.

Many of the students sat behind the table facing Sherlock, pointing and whispering, while the girls looked at Sherlock from time to time and let out a few happy snickers.

After all, it was the famous Prince of Spells, and people were talking about whether the other party would be assigned to their academy.

At this time, in Sherlock's eyes, there was only one person, and that was the white-haired headmaster sitting in the middle of the teacher's seat, Albus Dumbledore. In his eyes, this white-haired old man was like an ordinary old man, but the difference was that he couldn't underestimate the endless light and heat exuded by the other party's whole person, and a powerful magical aura filled the entire auditorium, with an irresistible feeling.

Sherlock thought to himself that this might be the ability of the world's top wizards, Voldemort, who is now only in the state of a geist, and Grindelwald, who is locked up in a prison for his own hands.

Sherlock felt the magic in his body feel a sense of wanting to compete with the other party, and silently wanted to show up and fight the old man with some restlessness in his body.

A magical clash quietly unfolds in the invisible air, and whoever has a magic fluctuation that affects the other side loses.

Silence is indeed a very powerful dark magic force, Dumbledore's body couldn't help but tremble in the battle, no one even noticed, but in the end Sherlock still lost, the other party's magic is like the sea, extraordinary magic in Sherlock resisted for a little time and then lost devastatingly.

However, Dumbledore also had a little sweat on his forehead, which even Sherlock didn't notice.

He looked at Dumbledore and thought to himself that the old man was still strong.

As if sensing Sherlock's attention, Dumbledore was surprised that Sherlock looked at him, and then smiled kindly, and Sherlock smiled as well, and withdrew his gaze. At this point, Professor McGonagall was placing a top wizard's hat on a four-legged stool. The hat was patched, worn out, and dirty.

Sherlock looked at the worn hat on the stool with some surprise, it was clear that it was a magical object with strong magical powers.

The sound of birds in the restaurant. Then, the hat twisted. The brim of the hat was torn open with a wide slit like a mouth—and the hat began to sing:

You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance,

If you can find a hat that is more beautiful than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat jet black and shiny,

Make your high-capped caps smooth and crisp,

I'm a Hogwarts test hat,

Naturally, they are taller than your hats.

Any thought hidden in your mind,

can't hide from the golden eyes of the magic hat,

Put it on and try it,

I'll tell you which house you should be assigned to.

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is bravery buried in the bottom of your heart,

Their courage, courage and boldness make Gryffindor stand out;

You may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are honest and loyal,

Hufflepuff students are stoic and honest, unafraid of hard labor;

If you are shrewd, you may get into the wisdom of old Ravenclaw,

Those who are wise and learned will always meet their fellow believers there;

Maybe you'll go to Stetelin, maybe you'll make sincere friends here,

But those who are cunning and insidious will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Come put me on! Don't be afraid! Don't panic!

In my hands, even though I don't even have a hand) you are absolutely safe

Because I'm a thinking hat!

After singing, the hat bows around, causing Sherlock to believe that it is a magical object with life and self-consciousness.

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.

"Maemy Shelley!"

A ruddy-complexed little girl with long blond hair stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes. She sat down. There was a momentary pause - "Ravenclaw!" The hat shouted.

The little girl laughed and jumped up and down to the table where she was applauding and welcome.

"Lucy Taylor!"

"Ravenclaw!" The hat shouted again. Lucy enclave ran over to Memmy and sat down.

Ravenclaw College gave the other side the same round of applause, and in the faculty seat, Professor Flitwick, who was half elven blood, was the most cheerful, and the first two students were under his house, which made him excited, since he was the head of Ravenclaw College.

"Terry Bout!" Hufflepuff!"

"Glischelda Keith! Gryffindor! ”

At this moment, Professor McGonagall called out to Lupo Adams, and Lupo walked over in a big way, and immediately got his wish, and almost as soon as his hat touched his head, he screamed, "Slytherin!"

Subsequently, some students were placed in different colleges.

"Dandney Lestrange!" Even Professor McGonagall paused herself when she said the last name.

There was a whisper of chatter around him, after all, three-quarters of the Lestrange family was now locked up in Azkaban.

But Dandeni didn't care about it at all, and was even a little proud, Sherlock touched his chin, and he was another boy who had been brought up badly.

"Slytherin!"

Sure enough, Femiaa Prince was also assigned to Slytherin, and Snape's expression was a little strange when he heard that there was a child whose surname was Prince.

Then there was only one person left, and the last name on the list, "Sherlock Mephisto!" ”

Sherlock stepped forward with everyone's eyes on him!

At this moment, only the sound of burning candles could be heard in the hall, and the sound of some professors panting heavily.

Everyone was thinking that such a good person, the famous Prince of Charms would definitely be assigned to their academy.

As Sherlock walked towards the Sorting Hat, it seemed that a tangible aura emanated from it, diffusing in the air, and the entire auditorium was so oppressive that only the footsteps of Sherlock could be heard.

The hat snapped into Sherlock's head, and a small voice was heard.

"What a big problem to choose! You are a man of great talent, I have chosen from countless people, but you are the only one who is different, you have the wisdom of Ravenclaw, the goodness and integrity of Hufflepuff, the courage of Gryffindor, and the poise and nobility of Slytherin! ”

"Thank you, you're special, you're a magical hat, you have a soul and an autonomous consciousness, and I've learned something else that might help me invent new spells!"

"Woohaha! Then he deserves to be the famous Prince of Charms! ”

"Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat shouted.

The auditorium fell silent for a moment, then the students at the Slytherin table erupted in loud celebrations, and Lupo yelled even happier than he had ever been in Slytherin himself.

But for the other three houses, Sherlock's entry into Slytherin was not a good thing.