As soon as Professor McGonagall left, the room was filled with an uproar. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The students spoke, and a cacophony filled the small cabin.

"How exactly did they assign us to which house?" This is Harry Potter chatting with Ron Weasley.

"It's supposed to be a quiz, Fred told me and he said it hurts a lot, but I guess he's joking!" Ron Weasley answered Harry Potter's question with some hesitation.

The children who were struggling around heard what Ron Weasley had said, and they all fell silent, their faces visibly uneasy, as if they were all speculating about what this hurtful test would be.

Sivi knew the specific way of the test, he was not very worried, but little Hermione seemed very nervous, she held Sivi's hand, not only very hard, but also the palm of the hand was sweating a lot.

"Calm down! My Hermione. I'm with you! Sylvie took Hermione's wet hands and kissed little Hermione on her smooth forehead. comforted her.

Little Hermione wasn't nervous anymore, she just clenched her little fist and gently hammered Civi's chest. The heart relaxed.

"Ahhh!!h At this time, there was a loud scream from behind the two, and the freshmen all screamed.

Sivi and little Hermione quickly turned their heads to see what was going on. I saw more than two dozen pale and translucent ghosts coming out of the wall behind me one after another. These ghosts floated in the air, occasionally drifting from one end of the room to the other, and at such a fast speed that the freshmen screamed in fright.

The ghosts exchanged heads and ears, as if discussing something. A chubby little friar-like ghost said to his companions, "We should forgive him, forget what he said, I mean we should give him another chance." ”

"My good monk, haven't we given Peeves enough chances? He's given each of us a nasty nickname, not once or twice, but many times! He's not a ghost -- I mean, what are we doing here? A ghost dressed in clothes that looked like a ghost from the sixteenth or seventeenth centuries rejected the fat monk in a sincere tone.

There was silence in the room, and no one or a ghost answered the ghost's question.

"Freshmen!" The Fat Monk Ghost greeted with a smile.

"Are you going to start the sorting session?" It was still the words of the fat ghosts, and the freshmen looked at the group of ghosts overhead, and some of them nodded silently.

"I hope you'll get a Hufflepuff, I used to attend this house." The Fat Friar said.

"The sorting ceremony is about to begin, now line up and follow me." Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and spoke to the group of freshmen.

"Kids, I hope you can all be assigned to the academy of your choice." The Fat Friar blessed the freshmen, and then sank into the wall with the other ghosts.

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen out of the room, through the foyer, and into two open doors into a large and luxurious dining room.

Four long dining tables lined up, and the students of the academy were already crowded around the table, the golden plates and goblets on the tables reflected the light of the candles floating in the air, illuminating the surroundings in gold.

There was also a long table at the top of the cafeteria, which was the teacher's seat, and Sivi saw that Hagrid, who had left earlier, was talking to an old man with a long white beard.

The freshmen who came in attracted the attention of everyone in the cafeteria, and the freshmen became even more nervous. Professor McGonagall led the freshmen to the front of the faculty chair, where a wooden stool with a black peaked wizard's hat was placed.

This wizard's hat also has patches on it, with raw edges, and looks dirty. The freshmen stared at the hat and guessed what it did. There was silence in the restaurant.

It was the wizard's hat on the barstool that twisted, and the surface of the hat cracked a slit, making it look like a mouth. The gap opened and closed, and a ballad came out of it.

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their looks, if you can find a hat that's prettier than mine, I can eat myself. You can make your bowler hat jet black and shiny, and your high silk hat smooth and beautiful, but I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, taller than yours. None of the thoughts hidden in your minds can hide from my eyes, take me and give it a try, and I'll tell you which house you should be assigned to! ”

"System, will the thoughts in my head be known by this wizard's hat?" Sivi asked the system.

"No, all of the host's thoughts are systematically concealed and will not be discovered by this wizard's hat."

Hearing the answer, Sivi was relieved. The Sorting Hat still sings: "Perhaps you belong to Gryffindor, where there is a deep band of bravery that makes them stand out; Perhaps you belong to Hufflepuff, where integrity, loyalty, and hard work make them tenacious and honest, and not afraid of hard labor; Perhaps you belong to the wise Ravenclaw, where wise and learned people will find their companions; You may belong to Slytherin, and you may make loyal friends here, but the sinister and cunning will stop at nothing to achieve their ends. Come on! Take me! Don't be afraid, don't panic! You're absolutely safe with me, because I'm a thinking magic hat! ”

After singing the ballad, the magic hat bowed and saluted, and the applause at the table was thunderous.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in her hand. She said, "Whoever I call by name now will put on a sorting hat and sit on a barstool and wait for the sorting house. ”

"Hannah Abbott!"

A ruddy-faced little girl with two blonde braids walked out of the queue in a panic, and with her sorting hat, the wide hat just covering her eyes, she sat down on a high stool and waited for a moment.

"Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat shouted.

At a table on the right, the crowd greeted Hannah Abbott with loud applause. The little girl ran to the Hufflepuff table and took a seat, and the ghost of the fat friar from before welcomed the little girl.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat shouted again, and the Hufflepuff table erupted in applause, and the little girl ran to Hannah Abbott and sat down.

"Terry Bout!"

"Ravenclaw!" This time, the people at the table on the second side of the left hand applauded, and when Terry Bout took his seat, several Ravenclaw students stood up to shake his hand.

The sorting was fast, and the first new student at Gryffindor was Lavender Brown. Slytherin's first freshman was Millicent Bolt.

"Justin Finchrie!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Hermione Granger!" Professor McGonagall called out little Hermione's name, and little Hermione hurried over and put on her hat.

"Gryffindor!" Little Hermione looked happy, she had discussed with Syvi before that she was going to Gryffindor, and now that she had come, she was just Syvi, and Little Hermione looked at Sylvie expectantly.

"Sivi Gwillay!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

Sivi heard her name and stood up, walking towards the Sorting Hat.