Chapter 10: The Sorting Hat
In the hall, students from other years of the academy were already gathered around their desks, thousands of candles fluttering in the air above them, illuminating the hall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 There are four long tables with golden plates and goblets, and at the front of the dining room is a long table where the teachers are seated.
Professor McGonagall brought the freshmen to the front of the faculty bench and lined them up facing the older students while the faculty stood behind them.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the pale faces of the young wizards, and Louis heard Hermione whisper to him, "The ceiling here has been enchanted, so it looks exactly like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, a school history." ”
Professor McGonagall conjured a stool with a wave of her wand, and she gently lowered a wizard's hat on it. The hat looked torn and patched, and it looked dirty.
Although Louis was mentally prepared for the hat to be very broken, he didn't expect it to be to this extent, and if he could, he swore that he would never put it on his head! Linda looked at the hat with the eyes of a cockroach, and Louis vouched with Merlin's beard that she would definitely not want to wear the broken hat either.
At this time, the hat suddenly sang a song, which introduced the qualities of each of the four colleges. It bowed to the four tables after it was introduced, making it feel like it was a person and not just a hat.
After Louis ended the sorting ceremony with a strong sense of discomfort, Hermione, Ron, and Harry went to Gryffindor, while Louis and Linda went to Slytherin.
When Harry was confirmed to Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat, the whole of Gryffindor went berserk. That's why Louis didn't want to go to Gryffindor, he didn't like the atmosphere.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Dumbledore stood up and raised his goblet, "Before the feast begins, I want to say to all of you: Fool, cry nose, slag, screw!"
"Thank you!" he sat down, and everyone applauded loudly and cheered.
"Young Master, it seems that the information of the family is correct, Dumbledore is a little confused. Linda said as she listened to the words that didn't make sense.
Louis, on the other hand, looked at Dumbledore, who looked a little crazy, with a glint in his eyes.
"Linda, never underestimate a wizard, especially if this wizard is the strongest white wizard," Louis said meaningfully.
"Master, do you see something?" asked Linda, puzzled.
In her opinion, although Dumbledore was known as the strongest white wizard, he was so old and he was certainly not as good as he used to be in school all day. And in recent years, the wizarding world's reputation for him has not been as high as before, and everyone thinks that he is a little crazy and old.
"Linda, you take these apart in Latin. Louis looked at Linda with a smile.
"May Merlin bless you? Oh, this ..... That's how it is!" Linda looked at Dumbledore with wide eyes and disbelief.
"Now you know, right? Whoever thinks of him as an old madman is a real fool. Louis said, shaking his goblet and looking at Dumbledore.
At this time, Dumbledore seemed to see Louis's gaze, and he raised his goblet and gestured slightly to Louis. Louis nodded politely in reply and drank the juice from his glass.
"Master, then why is Dumbledore pretending to be crazy and stupid?" asked Linda.
"People need a hero when darkness falls, but when darkness ends and dawn comes, does the world still need heroes?" Louis said in a strange tone.
When there was Voldemort in England and the entire British wizarding world was threatened, people needed a powerful wizard who could fight Voldemort, and the Ministry of Magic also needed to create such a hero, otherwise those Muggle-born and even half-blood wizards would have collapsed.
After Voldemort's defeat and disappearance, even though Dumbledore was teaching at the school and made it clear that he had no interest in the position of Minister of Magic, the current Minister Fudge was still worried that Dumbledore would threaten him. After all, Dumbledore has a great reputation in England and even the world, and it is not comparable to his little Fudge.
If Dumbledore wants to be Minister of Magic, then Fudge will step down the next day!