Despite Professor McGonagall's harsh threats against the freshmen, the freshmen gathered together and whispered as soon as she left on the front foot. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone was worried about the next Sorting House, and they didn't know what kind of test would await them.

Al didn't care much about the Sorting House, but after hearing the red-haired boy standing next to Harry Potter swear that the Sorting was about fighting a troll, his heart began to waver.

Al looked at Hermione beside him, and he whispered, "Are you sure it's really just a hat for the sorting house?"

Hermione also heard the red-haired boy's words, she frowned, and said in an unquestioning tone, "Of course, that's what the book says. ”

At this moment, several students standing in front of the wall suddenly let out a scream.

Al, Hermione, and the rest of the freshmen looked back, only to see twenty or so ghosts pop out of the wall.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts, floating in the air and gliding across the room, exchanged their heads and ears, as if arguing about something, oblivious to the group of new students in front of them.

The freshmen in front of the ghost were so frightened that they retreated one after another, their faces turning pale.

A chubby monk-like ghost said, "We should forgive him again, give him another chance, I mean, give him one last chance." ”

A ghost in a high-necked leotard shook his head as he said, "My good monk, haven't we given Peeves enough chances?

At this time, the ghosts seemed to spot the new students, and one of them asked, "What are you doing here?"

No one spoke, no one dared to answer, and the freshmen were all frightened by the sudden appearance of the ghosts.

By this time, the chubby ghost had already arrived in front of Al, who took a deep breath before summoning up the courage to speak to the fat friar, "We are first-year freshmen, waiting here for the Sorting. ”

After Al finished speaking, he felt the corner of his clothes being pulled, and he didn't have to look back to know that it was Hermione, and she seemed to be a little worried about the danger of talking to these ghosts.

"It's a freshman!" the fat friar smiled at the freshmen, and then he said, "I hope you can get a Hufflepuff, I used to go to that house." ”

Professor McGonagall was back from outside, glancing at the ghosts, and then turning to the freshmen, "Now all line up and follow me." ”

The freshmen obediently lined up in a long line, and the ghosts scurried across the walls and vanished.

Professor McGonagall led them out of the room, through the foyer, to a closed door.

Al heard the sound of hundreds of people humming from the other side of the gate.

Professor McGonagall opened the door, and behind it was a palatial and lavish dining room, illuminated by thousands of burning candles floating under the high ceiling. Four large long tables with glittering gold plates and goblets were sitting around the other classes in the school.

At the very back of the cafeteria, there is a table with a long table horizontally on which the teachers are seated.

Professor McGonagall ushered the freshmen into the faculty chair and lined them up in a horizontal row facing the entire class. The upperclassmen were right in front of the freshmen, all of them silent, hundreds of faces looking at them at the same time, and the ghosts were also mixed in with the students, flashing with a hazy silver light.

Hermione's nervous hands were a little cold, and she looked up at the ceiling to avoid the eyes of the older students.

"Al, look at the ceiling, I read in Hogwarts, a school history, the ceiling is enchanted and looks like the sky outside. ”

Hearing Hermione's words, Al looked up at the ceiling of the dining room, and saw a little starlight shining on the velvety black ceiling, as if he was under the night sky.

It's hard to believe that there really is a ceiling on it, and it's hard to believe that the roof of the restaurant is not open-air, everything is so realistic, it's like you're there.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a quadrangular stool in front of the first-year freshman, and then she pulled out a pointed wizard's hat and placed it on top.

The hat was patched, worn out, and dirty.

All eyes were on the hat, and the whole restaurant was silent.

In the midst of the silence, the wizard's hat on the stool at the four corners twisted, and then the brim of the hat cracked like a wide slit, like a mouth!

Immediately after that, the hat began to sing.

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their looks, if you can find a more beautiful hat than me, I can eat myself. ”

"You can make your bowler hat jet black and shiny, and your high silk hat smooth and structured, I'm a Hogwarts test hat, and naturally taller than yours. ”

"None of the thoughts hidden in your mind can escape my golden eyes, put me on and give it a try, and I will tell you which house you should be assigned to. ”

"Perhaps you belong to Gryffindor, where there is a deep boldness in your heart, and their courage, courage and boldness make Gryffindor stand out. ”

"Perhaps you belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are honest and loyal, and where the students of Hufflepuff are stoic and honest, and are not afraid of hard work. ”

"If you are shrewd, you may enter the wise Ravenclaw, and those who are wise and learned will always meet their fellow disciples there. ”

"Maybe you'll go to Slytherin, maybe you'll make sincere friends here, but the cunning and sinister will stop at nothing to get their way. ”

"Put me on! Don't be afraid! Don't panic! In my hands, you're safe, for I'm a thinking hat!"

The Devil's Hat burst into applause, then bowed to the tables around it, and finally stood still.

Sure enough, it was a hat to decide which college to be assigned to!

Hermione clapped her hands and glanced at Al a little triumphantly, as if to say, well, trust me not to be wrong.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Now whoever I call by name puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House. Professor McGonagall looked down at the parchment and shouted, "Hannah Abbott!"

A ruddy-faced little girl with two blonde braids stumbled out of the queue and put on the magic hat that just covered her eyes.

Al remembered that this little girl was the same girl that El, Hermione, and Neville had been in the same boat as they had traveled through the lake outside the castle in a small boat.

The little girl sat down on the stool, and after a moment she heard the hat cry out, "Hufflepuff!"

The rightmost table in the cafeteria erupted in shouts and applause, all of whom were Hufflepuff students, welcoming the new members!

The sharp-eyed Al also saw the fat monk, the ghost, who was also happily waving to the little girl.