Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Shura Field and the Uninvited Guest
Silent.
With Elena's voice, the air in the entire Hogwarts castle seemed to freeze in an instant.
The four long tables in the auditorium were laughing and playing, and the school professors who were talking in a low voice behind the teacher's seat, all stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to the two people facing each other in the middle of the hall.
“......”
In the face of Elena's threatening words, the old peaked wizard's hat shook quickly, and then quickly regained its composure, and there was no response.
The group of first-grade boys standing behind Elena, with Elena's unexpected actions, the original apprehension and shame all disappeared, and the look of worship and admiration in their eyes was almost condensed into substance.
"Can it still be divided like this?!"
"Sister Elena, so handsome. ”
"It's ...... It's cool!"
Many first-year freshmen were so excited that their bodies trembled involuntarily, as if they were also standing in Elena's place.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and swept her gaze over the whispering crowd, her chest rising and falling violently like a blower, and she chuckled.
"Threatening the Sorting Hat?!I've been teaching for so many years, and I've never encountered anything like you...... Such a student!"
After a pause, Professor McGonagall took a deep look at the bold silver-haired little Lori, and for a moment could not find any suitable words to describe it.
- She should have thought a long time ago that the little devil who could catch the owl that delivered the letter and stew it in soup could not suddenly become a good girl.
"It's nonsense! The Sorting Hat is unlikely to grant such an unreasonable request. ”
Professor McGonagall glanced at Elena, who was still holding her wand, her brow almost straight, her face sank, and she said coldly.
Elena looked up, her lake-blue eyes barely timid to look at the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and said in a calm tone.
"Dear Professor McGonagall, do you call the Sorting Hat? I suppose as a wise Devil's Hat can make judgments on its own. ”
In this short period of time, the vague thought in Elena's heart gradually became clear.
Normal Psychic Reading only reads the immediate thoughts of the recipient, but the scope of the Sorting Hat is clearly closer to the soul level, including memories, emotions, thoughts, and even magical qualities.
As such, she would never wear the Sorting Hat until she had fully mastered the Occlumency Technique and figured out how the Sorting Hat worked.
"Good good ......"
Choked back by Elena once more, Professor McGonagall struggled to suppress her anger, nodding her head with a dark face, and a cold voice squeezed out between her teeth.
The Sorting Hat, telling her that Hogwarts tradition is unquestionable. I don't believe any freshman would dare to do anything to the Sorting Hat. ”
"Coincidentally, I also don't believe that a prestigious school of magic and wizardry would have an opening ceremony where a teacher would cast a spell on a new student who is not sorted - because he doesn't want to wear a hat?"
Elena smiled and said softly.
"Don't worry, Sorting Hat, just say it, after all, we have at least seven full years left to get to know each other. ”
“......”
The crumpled, dirty Sorting Hat hung on the quadrangular stool, motionless.
It was as if all the magic cast on it suddenly failed, and it looked indistinguishable from a normal wizard's hat.
"Sorting Hat?!" X 2
The eyes of the two witches, one large and one small, collided fiercely in the air, and their eyes invariably converged on the black wizard's hat between the two.
"Hmm...... Uh......"
Feeling the tremendous pressure from both sides, the Sorting Hat reluctantly twisted his body, thought for a moment, and said tentatively.
"Actually, I think that a brave and fearless child like you, Miss Elena, might as well consider Gryffindor......"
"Huh?!" X2
Two nasal sounds sounded almost simultaneously.
Professor McGonagall glanced at the problematic student in front of her, her brow furrowed, and her tone betrayed obvious displeasure.
"We at Gryffindor never call a rule-breaking act bravery. Sorting hat, now the question is not which house ......"
"Nothing to think about, Hufflepuff!"
Before Professor McGonagall could finish speaking, Elena reached into the pocket of her robe with her left hand, and with a brush, pulled another wand out of her bosom and pointed it at the Sorting Hat.
"I'm giving you a chance to reorganize the language. ”
No kidding, if she is assigned to Gryffindor House, then Professor McGonagall will be the dean of Elena, and in the current situation, she will definitely be retaliated against.
"Hmm, then ......"
The Sorting Hat looked left and right, and the wrinkled face of the crumpled hat looked particularly sad, and was about to say something.
Boom!
Behind Elena, at the door of the closed hall of Hogwarts Castle, there was a loud bang, and the door of the Great Hall was violently pushed open.
"Oh no, Mr. Minister, gentlemen, you can't just break in, still in the Sorting House. ”
At the doorway, a thin figure holding a lantern blocked it with outstretched arms. At his feet, a scrawny flower cat stood up and purred menacingly.
"Get out of the way, Argus Filch, we don't have time to talk to you. ”
A small, stout man waved his hand grumpyly, and behind him, a sturdy wizard stepped forward and shoved the poor janitor back a step to get out of the way.
Then, a large group of adult wizards streamed through the open gate, walking towards the teacher's chair as if no one was around.
Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the group of strangers who suddenly broke into the hall of the auditorium, and in terms of clothing, the intruders could be clearly divided into two groups.
Among them, there were a group of black trench coats, wearing elegant British bowler hats, neat and standardized, and their faces were full of serious and old-fashioned wizards.
On the other hand, the witches and wizards of the other faction wore various wizard robes with exquisite cuts and exquisite workmanship, and their demeanor exuded the temperament of a big man from the upper world, and they followed the end of the line unhurriedly.
"Miss Kaslana, stand back! ”
Before Elena could react, a dark green figure quickly walked in front of her and protected her behind her.
"Gentlemen, this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you have no right to trespass!
Professor McGonagall, Vice Chancellor and Head of Gryffindor House, pulled her wand directly from the placket, pinched the end of her wand nervously with her fingers, and roared as she stared ahead through her square-rimmed glasses.
"No! you don't understand what's going on, Minerva. Get out of the way! It's none of your business. ”
Facing Professor McGonagall's wand, the small man in the lead shrank slightly, looked past Professor McGonagall to the middle of the faculty chair at the other end of the auditorium, and roared in a bigger way than Professor McGonagall.
"Dumbledore!, just now, the goblins of Gringotts held a press conference, claiming that they had secured Hogwarts Castle, and showing everyone proof of land bearing the magical imprints of Slytherin and Hogwarts. Who's going to tell me what the hell is going on?!!"
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Do you think threatening the Sorting Hat is a climax? No, it's just an appetizer. As I said a long time ago, this is a different world that will surprise you!
The feature film is only starting now, and I'll try to make it look good.
This is a big plot, and I've been thinking about it since the book opened.,I'm worried that I won't be able to write it because of my pen power.,But now that it's here.,I can only bite the bullet.。
Come on!
Thank you for your understanding and support.