Well, so the Sorting Hat hasn't been cleaned in over a thousand years?

Oh, my God~!

Ding Yi was glad that he didn't join Hogwarts as a student, otherwise God knows what dirt would have been left in his hair. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Maybe there should be a sanitizer sink next to it, I mean, they're going to eat soon. Ding Yi looked at the freshmen and said, "I'm afraid that they will eat the bacteria in their stomachs, maybe they will have a stomachache tomorrow, so much so that they miss the first day of class in the new semester." ”

Flitwick: "......"

Snape: "......"

The two didn't know what to say about Ding Yi's words, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense.

No matter how much Ding Yi didn't want to see that filthy sorting hat, the freshmen below still came up one by one with Professor McGonagall's name, put it on, and were assigned to their different houses.

As the new students stepped forward one by one, it was soon Hermione's turn as well.

Seeing the small figure below walking to the front step by step, and sitting down on the stool with a slightly nervous expression, Ding Yi's eyes couldn't help but flash a smile.

The next moment, the dirty sorting hat was gently buckled on her head.

The Sorting Hat's face contorted as if in thought, and after a moment—

"Ravenclaw!" cried the Sorting Hat.

Behind the long table, Ding Yi's eyes were even more smiling.

Taking off her hat, Hermione, still a little dazed, followed Professor McGonagall's instructions as she walked towards the long table that was cheering her on.

For some reason, Harry as a freshman looked at Hermione's distant figure and felt as if he had lost something.

Soon it was Ron's turn, Harry's first friend on the train.

Not long after the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, he shouted 'Gryffindor'.

This time, Ding Yi didn't intervene, and Ron was still assigned to Gryffindor as always.

As the number of freshmen dwindled, Harry was left alone and unnamed.

Professor McGonagall's stern gaze finally fell on him, and his name was called out of his mouth.

With trepidation, Harry walked forward step by step.

At the long table above, Dumbledore cast a pleased glance at him, and the students of the four houses were whispering, looking curiously at the famous figure in the wizarding world.

Finally, after a short walk of less than ten meters, Harry sat down on the stool.

The Sorting Hat was snapped to his head.

At that moment, his mind was so confused that he didn't know what he was thinking.

The Sorting Hat's face was also tightly wrinkled, and it took several minutes before the Sorting Hat shouted:

"Slytherin!"

Behind the long table, the smile on Dumbledore's face froze.

Ding Yi was snickering in his heart, in order to prevent the iron triangle of the original book from sabotaging his mission, he simply broke up the three of them directly from the beginning.

Hermione was assigned to Ravenclaw by him, and Ding Yi felt that her studious personality was a good fit there. Harry Potter, on the other hand, was purely a spoof of Ding Yi's psychological attack, and deliberately assigned him to Slytherin.

The Sorting Hat's decision, not even Dumbledore could interfere with.

So no matter how depressed Dumbledore was at the moment, he couldn't change the fact that Harry had been assigned to Slytherin.

Ding Yi didn't actually do anything, he just enlarged the consciousness of Voldemort's remnant soul, and temporarily blocked Harry's own consciousness.

Quite simply, he sent Harry Potter to Slytherin.

Watching little Harry below walk to the long Slytherin table with a bitter face and sit down, Ding Yi's mischievous psychology was also satisfied.

At the Gryffindor long table, Ron, who had just been assigned to Gryffindor, looked at the Slytherin long table with an ugly face. He had no idea that his friend, Harry Potter, who was said to have defeated Lord Voldemort, would be assigned to Slytherin.

"That broken hat must be broken. Ron thought to himself.

If anyone was happiest right now, it would be Malfoy.

It's not that he's glad that Harry Potter has been assigned to Slytherin, but because he's been at odds with Harry before, and now he couldn't be happier to see Harry sitting there with a sad face.

"Hmph~!, you'll be good-looking in the future. Malfoy looked at Harry over there and thought to himself.

If Harry had gone to another house, he wouldn't have been able to pick him up. But now that Harry is in Slytherin, he Malfoy has a way to clean up this guy.

Behind the long table, Ding Yi suddenly looked at Snape on the side, and congratulated with a smile: "Professor Snape, it looks like we are going to congratulate you this time, the legendary Harry Potter, you are now his headmaster." ”

Snape had a stinky face, and could only snort coldly and ignore Ding Yi's bad character of not opening which pot to mention.

Snape was in a particularly depressed mood now, because he had thought of waiting for Harry Potter to taunt him when he entered the school, and then deduct a lot of credits from his performance.

But now that Harry has been assigned to his Slytherin house, wouldn't deducting his points be the same as deducting the total score of the entire house?

Snape could be happy, that's hell.

Seeing Snape and the others so unhappy, Ding Yi's mood was extremely comfortable.

The iron triangle of the original book was easily broken up by him. Harry had been assigned to Slytherin, and he had to see what else Dumbledore could do to keep Harry growing up according to his plan.

"Even if Old Deng can think of a way, it will take a long time. Ding Yi thought with a smile in his heart.

Not to mention the bad mood of a small number of people, after the end of the branch, plates of exquisite food also appeared on the long tables.

The students enjoyed their first meal at Hogwarts this school year, and on the long table above, Ding Yi and the other professors also pushed each other's glasses, but the students were still below, and several professors were relatively restrained.

Hagrid, a half-blood giant, holds a cup that beats anyone else, and pours wine one by one. The professor next to him smelled the rush of alcohol and had to move to the side.

The students below were chatting with each other about all sorts of interesting things, and most of the new students were listening to the old students tell interesting stories about what had happened at Hogwarts. At the Ravenclaw table, Hermione had mingled with several seniors, and they were talking mostly about academic things.

After three rounds of drinking, the students' desserts were finished.

Dumbledore was an old man, and it was impossible to tell from his face that he was in a mood at the moment.

He stood up, and the restaurant fell silent. (To be continued.) )