Hogwarts.

Small lounge next to the main hall of the castle.

Elena was surrounded in the center by a group of young wizards like stars holding the moon, and the closest one was Malfoy and Potter, who were more familiar with the train before.

"Draco, there is no doubt that you are a natural Slytherin, don't worry, remember to maintain the image of Slytherin House in the future, humble and noble without losing grace. ”

"As for Hermione, well, it's a little tough, but judging by the test results, either Ravencla or Gryffindor are a good fit for you. However, I personally feel that Gryffindor House, from which Headmaster Dumbledore graduated, should be a better fit for you. ”

"Ron, don't join in the fun, your family is Gryffindor, just follow your friends - well, I mean, whoever bullies your friend, you're going to take the lead in beating him. ”

"Goyle, Crabbe, if it weren't for your bloodline, I'd like to throw you into Hufflepuff. Okay, okay, Slytherin. ”

"Neville, before you answer this question, you punch Harry hard and then Draco...... Well, good, well done! Now you're a good Gryffindor!"

With the mock sorting on Elena's side, more and more young wizards began to come over, chattering about their own academy.

"Elena...... Big sister, where do you see where my test results go?"

A little girl with a ruddy face and two blonde braids asked timidly, imitating the name Malfoy and the others had given to Elena.

"Well, before I answer that question, tell me your name. The omens I saw in the crystal ball told me that if I disclosed information to the wrong person, it could be ominous for me. ”

Elena glanced at the unfamiliar faces in front of her, and replied in a tone that mimicked the tone of the divination teacher in the movie.

"Hannah Abbott......" replied the girl with a nervous expression.

Elena looked the little witch in front of her up and down with interest, and quickly reached out and pinched her shoulder—well, fleshy, not iron.

"Oh, Hufflepuff!" replied the silver-haired little Lori with a relieved look and a firm tone.

"Big sister, this is my test result, where am I divided?"

Finally, Harry Potter, who was too shy to take the initiative because he couldn't understand the question, walked up, and his immature face was full of apprehension.

"Oh, dear Mr. Harry Potter......"

A glint flashed in Elena's eyes, and she pretended to analyze it, then held her chin solemnly and groaned - in fact, she was trying to remember the lines of the Sorting Hat.

"Difficult. It's very hard. I can see that I am very courageous. The heart is not bad. Talented, oh my goodness, yes - you have a strong desire to prove yourself, well, it's interesting......"

A thought popped into Elena's mind, since Harry didn't have a preconceived bad impression of Slytherin now, was it possible to kidnap him to Slytherin-

Glancing at little Harry with an expectant face, Elena's mind floated through the appearance of a white-bearded old wizard who beat people and hurt people, and subconsciously felt excited, it is better not to die, the girl shook her head and said firmly.

"Harry Potter, Gryffindor!"

............

As the young wizards completed the mock houses one by one, everyone began to argue about the merits of their own houses.

The final judging criterion naturally fell back on Elena, who has become the eldest sister of the authority.

"By the way, Sister Elena, which house do you think is the best?"

Elena smiled slightly and said without hesitation, "Of course, it's ...... from the kitchen."

At this moment, a discordant voice came from behind Elena.

"I don't think a few simple test questions can tell a person's academy. ”

"Have you been separated? If you don't understand, be quiet! Don't question the authority ......"

Elena raised an eyebrow, turned around and said displeasedly. She really wanted to see if it was all this time, and what kind of little thing with no eyes would dare to dismantle her stage.

"Hey?!...... Professor McGonagall?!"

Behind her, near the doorway, Professor McGonagall appeared at some point, silently watching Elena in the middle of the crowd simulating a branch for the young wizards.

"Now, in a single row," Professor McGonagall snorted, not scolding Elena, and glancing around, to the first-year students, "follow me." ”

They walked out of the room in turn, through the foyer, and through a double door at the back into the sumptuous dining room.

Students from the rest of the academy were already seated around four long tables, above which thousands of candles fluttered in the air lit up the cafeteria.

The velvety black ceiling is dotted with starlight. It's hard to believe that there is a ceiling on it, and it's hard to believe that the roof of the restaurant isn't open-air.

Four tables were lined with glittering gold plates and goblets, and on the top of the dining room was a long table where the teachers were seated.

Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students over there and had them line up in front of the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them. The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces staring at them were like pale lanterns.

Professor McGonagall then gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year freshman, and a wizard's hat was placed on the stool. The hat was patched and worn out, with a few strange punctures on the surface, as if someone had pushed it open from the inside out.

Before you know it, the hall becomes quiet, and everyone is staring at the hat. 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 ......" (Click to expand more lyrics)

After the Magic Hat finished singing, the audience applauded, and the Magic Hat bowed to the four tables one by one, and then stood still.

"See, as I said, it's just a simple personality test. ”

Elena tilted her head and whispered to the little wizards beside her, with an indescribable smug in her tone.

"Now, be quiet!"

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

"Whoever I call by name will put on his hat and sit on a stool and wait for the Sorting House. ”

As she spoke, her sharp gaze swept over Elena standing in the front row again, revealing a strange look, and cleared her throat to read.

"Elena Kaslana!"

It's not Hannah Abbott of Iron!

Sure enough, Dumbledore kept his promise and specially adjusted the order of the roster for her!

This means that at least this one world line will be much more variable!

The corners of Elena's mouth curled, she glanced at the ruddy little girl with two blonde braids next to her, silently said sorry in her heart, and walked out of the queue through the crowd.

Under the gaze of the whole school, as she walked to a position about two or three paces away from the Sorting Hat, Elena suddenly stopped, and she remembered a crucial question.

The principle of the Sorting Hat does not seem to be exactly the same as that of a human wizard's dementor.

As one of the most important magical items at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Sorting Hat has always claimed that the four founders of Hogwarts injected their respective minds into it, allowing the Sorting Hat to sort students into houses based on their talents and qualities. But in Elena's opinion, it would be more accurate to say that it was actually a magical version of a personality test program co-written by the four founders.

Obviously, there is an extremely powerful perpetual [Regent Mind] solidified on the hat, which is used to read the thoughts of the little wizard, and then input the read content into the preset calculation program—that is, some of the screening parameters preset by the Big Four—and match them in turn, dividing the colleges according to the matching match.

In other words, the hat is even more terrifying to the time-traveler than Dumbledore or the Truth Potion, because in theory, it is nothing more than a simulation of an understanding process, which is actually a forced data scraping and matching.

Elena never swelled up to the point where she thought her current self was strong enough to stand up to the four founders.

Then the most serious problem comes, since it is a kind of reading of magical objects, then theoretically, there must be an archive record that can be exported, which is much more terrifying than the receptive mind that requires the self-understanding of the spell interpreter.

"Elena, don't be afraid, bring your hat. ”

Professor McGonagall looked down at the silver-haired girl who had stopped walking, and said gently.

"No, I refuse. ”

Elena gave a serious look at her crumpled hat, but instead took a step back and shook her head resolutely.

The smile on Professor McGonagall's face froze as all the teachers and students in the hall fryed.

The similar answer and the similar expression made her suddenly recall the not-so-pleasant admission invitation experience almost a month ago, and the witch had a sense of foreboding in her heart.

"What the hell do you want to do......"

Without waiting for Professor McGonagall to think about it, Elena raised her voice and spoke word by word, and the voice quickly spread throughout the hall.

"I'm sorry, but I've never believed in anything that can think for itself, unless I can see where it's hiding its mind. ”

The girl's voice was not loud, but it was enough for all the students in the hall to hear clearly, and almost all of them subconsciously held their breath and gazed at the center of the auditorium with a gaze of admiration and shock—no one had done this for hundreds of years.

"Miss Elena Caslana, this is a long-standing Hogwarts tradition, and there is no second way to sort other than that. ”

Professor McGonagall's face began to look a little ugly, her mouth pursed tightly, her brow furrowed almost up, and even her glasses gleamed with a terrifying light.

"So, all you need is the Sorting Hat, right? Well, actually, there's another way. ”

Elena shrugged her shoulders, pulled her black walnut wand from the pocket of her robe, pointed steadily forward, and spoke clearly and calmly.

"Say, Hufflepuff!"

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Finally finished, Merry Christmas, Happy Christmas Eve! There's nothing to give to everyone, so I've worked hard to code a chapter, so let's treat it as a gift.

Let's use this to put pressure on other authors! It's too much to not see updates on Christmas night!

Merry Christmas!

And what about my Christmas present?

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