Chapter XXXIII

?“ When you are ready, I will call you later, so wait here quietly for a while. Professor McGonagall walked away.

As Professor McGonagall left, the quiet crowd began to whisper about what the test would be, and to help each other with grooming.

Just when everyone was doing their own thing, Fang Yan felt the cold air coming from behind, just like being in a wet and cold wilderness, with gusts of cold wind blowing from behind, and when Fang Yan was making a move, the sudden thought was that there was a problem in front of him, and he would take a look at what was going on before making plans!

A dozen or so white translucent human bodies emerged from the walls, and they didn't pay a damn about the would-be wizards of the dialect, as if the two groups were in opposite situations, and they were completely arguing as if they were transparent.

The group of people behind them spotted the group of unknown people, and several of them let out piercing screams.

"What are you doing...... The person in front was frightened by the shout, and was about to turn around and say a few words, but found that there was a group of transparent people, and they couldn't say anything for a while.

Fang Yan saw this group of transparent people, and knew what was going on, this should be the group of ghosts in Hogwarts. At present, dialects are harmless, but when they first appeared, the perception of dialects should be the only expression of dialects alone, I don't know why? no one else can detect the appearance of ghosts in advance.

Fortunately, the ghosts didn't pay much attention to the dialect, and only one or two of them accosted a few words with the people in front of them.

Professor McGonagall returned, and the ghosts walked away from the wall, and Professor McGonagall didn't say anything, and it could be seen that these ghosts should be harmless to Hogwarts, but why the dialect reacted this way, there is no more information about the dialect at the moment, so it is impossible to determine.

"All right, all of you, stand in a line, ready for the academy branch ceremony. Hurry up!" McGonagall lined them up and led them out through a small door.

Although the dialect knows what is going on in the lobby, what they see with their own eyes is different, when entering the Great Hall through a large door.

Thousands of candles floated in mid-air above their heads, illuminating the entire Hall. The table was filled with glittering gold plates and goblets. There was another long table on the stage directly in front of the assembly, where the teachers were sitting. And there were countless eyes staring at them below, like being surrounded by countless wolves in the dark night, flashing with countless fateful eyes.

If you hadn't seen the black ceiling through the starlight, you would have thought it was an open-air hall!

The most striking thing is a worn dusty magician's hat on the chair in front of it.

Many rumors say that the hat was controlled by an old bee, which used the hat to apply a reading spell to probe the thoughts and past of the students.

Now Fang Yan doesn't know if he can resist the brain occlusion technique he is currently researching, and if he is discovered, he doesn't know what will happen!

The hat on the chair began to move, and he began to sing, which must have been set up as planned, and then he would start to move and sing.

Listen to the content or the content of the four branches, there is nothing new!

When the hat stops, it salutes the audience, do you have a waist, bend over or nod?

McGonagall stepped out with a roll of parchment, and the dialect must have been our list!

"Come up with the name I called, put your hat on and sit down, and the hat will help you sort out the house!"

McGonagall glanced at them in dialect and began to say, "Hanna Abbot."

Out of the crowd came a little girl with red face and blond hair, walked over and put her hat on, but the hat was so big that it covered the little girl's eyes, and after a while, the hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

The moment the hat called out, there was a roaring applause from the Hufflepuffs, and even the fat male ghost who was standing there was waving his hand. After Hana passed, the applause stopped, and Professor McGonagall called for the next one.

The Sorting Hat was proceeding in an orderly and tense manner, and after calling seven or eight, Dialect suddenly heard Professor McGonagall calling him, lifted his heart up, and walked out, with each step, his heartbeat accelerated by a minute, and when there were still three or four steps, Dialect was able to control his mood, and his heart settled down, and returned to his usual state of mind, and only in a calm state of mind could Occlumency be as effective as possible, and now it was good or bad, depending on the results of this year's hard work!

To tell the truth, the hat I saw in the distance was old and worn, and when I got closer, it was even more old and worn, but fortunately it didn't smell anything, otherwise, I don't know if the dialect would have the courage to put it on its head!

When the hat was like a dark cloud over his head, the dialect concentrated his thoughts on the Hufflepuff house, and he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to what the hat was nagging about, just listen to the "Hufflepuff" sound above his head!

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief as he put the Sorting Hat down, and then walked over to the applause Hufflepuffs, nodding to them as he went, then sat down from the far right and began to watch the rest of the people take turns trying in the Sorting Hat.

Of course, when the rest of the people were called to Harry Potter, they could feel that the whole Assembly Hall was attracted by this name, only to see a thin and timid child wearing black-rimmed glasses come out of the remaining few people, pull everyone's eyes, and walk to the front of the Sorting Hat, Harry put the hat on, and it was almost ten minutes before the Sorting Hat held back a few words: "Gryffindor"!

The loud noise from Gryffindor was the loudest of the night, and the two older boys kept shouting, "We've got Harry Potter!"

Yes, you guys are in big trouble, I don't know if you will be so happy in the future! Fang Yan is so happy with them now, and he keeps making small calculations in his heart.

It didn't take long for the remaining men to get their sorting hats done, and Professor McGonagall put them away, and one of the professors stood up, tall and thin, with long hair and beard (several feet long enough to fit into a belt), a long hooked nose, half-moon shaped glasses, and sharp, bright blue eyes, which were extremely penetrating, and an old man with a wizardic temperament stood out.

This is the old bee, Dumbledore, one of the people the last people to be exposed to in dialects.

The old bee came out and said a few words, ending with the sentence: "The stupid man cries and the stump of his nose is twisted".

Many students think that this is a crazy old man talking crazy.

But the dialect scrambled the letters of these words and rearranged them to produce a Latin way of reading, that is, "May Merlin bless you"!