Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and the excited faces of the students. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

They were happily talking, exchanging news from the summer holidays.

Later, they asked each other about the completion of their summer homework. Most of the students failed to complete the piles of summer homework that George had arranged. Listening to the fact that the others were not finished, their worries eased a little.

Soon, they switched to a happier conversation, greeting their friends from the other houses and examining each other's new hairstyles and clothes.

George sat in the golden high-backed chair in the middle of the faculty desk, quietly watching the noise of the students, who seemed to be suffocated all over the summer.

However, from what he heard, it seemed that there were very few students who were able to complete the summer homework he had arranged. Most of them were still Ravenclaw, and from the other houses, only Gryffindor had one named Don Quixote, and Slytherin had one Gisano.

For most Hogwarts students, they are used to being free and unaccustomed to heavy homework assignments.

George pondered in his heart that Don Quixote, as well as Gisano, also had some Ravenclaw potential.

Generally speaking, students who have the potential to be good in multiple schools at the same time will be good wizards in the future. In the future, if they can continue to perform well, they can be cultivated.

Most of the people who were able to complete the assignments he had assigned were Ravenclaws, which he expected. As he had known for a long time, Ravenclaw students were better at research and academic development.

The heavy homework he arranged was able to be completed by many of Ravenclaw's top students. The students of the other colleges were far behind the Ravenclaw students in their studies.

Considering how much the majority of students are receptive to classroom knowledge, it is unrealistic to expect students to grow in a short period of time through more teaching and classes.

George pondered, sure enough, it still needs real training to allow these wizards to quickly improve their strength. Ordinary wizards, more often than not, use their brains, but their bodies to master spells and gain power.

The imparting of knowledge can be slowed down first, but the improvement of strength is urgent.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the auditorium, George saw Professor Graplan, who had crossed the river with her first-year freshmen. She walked to the very end of the table and sat down in the seat Hagrid had once sit.

After another half minute, the door to the hall opened, and a long line of frightened-looking first-year students was led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall held a stool with an old wizard's hat on top of it, with patches on top of it and a wide crack in the frayed brim.

The buzz in the auditorium gradually subsided. First-year students line up at staff desks, facing their classmates from other grades.

Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them, then stepped back. The faces of the first-year students shimmered pale in the candlelight.

Looking at this familiar scene, George pondered in his heart, although he had the intention to make drastic changes to Hogwarts this year, he still had to follow some Hogwarts rules.

After all, time is limited, and too big a change will bring a long time to the school. This slows down the students' training and progress, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Even big changes have to be made one step at a time. Just like the acceleration of a car, only when a certain speed is exceeded can you shift to a higher gear.

In the midst of the attention of the whole school, the crack next to the brim of the Sorting Hat opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat sang loudly.

In the years I have lived, before Hogwarts was founded, when the four founders came together, a common goal was at hand.

To build the best magic school in the world, to be at the forefront of wizarding knowledge.

After all, the good things in the world are difficult to reconcile, and the differences have come to each other again.

Friends and friends break up, and Gryffindor and Slytherin yell. None of them want to fight each other, and everyone has their own reasons.

At the gates of Slytherin, all you need is a pure-blood wizard to wander around. The little attic of Ravenclaw, where only the wise seek. Gryffindor's Lion House doesn't mind if its students are brave or unscrupulous. Hufflepuff told the children that I would take all the students.

Disagreements arose day by day, and quarrels arose over and over again.

Four different academies, four different coaches.

Slytherin is the coach, and the pure-blood wizard is witty. Clever wizard children, all follow Ravenclaw everywhere. The brave and fearless little bastards all entered the Lion House of Gryffindor. Hufflepuff's Little Academy, where all the students are in the ear.

Such a relationship is very good, such a school is unbreakable. Before those happy years, in those happy years year after year.

After all, it is difficult to break the mirror, and the good dream wakes up in front of the bed. Disagreements are reappeared, and quarrels are about to arise again.

Turning a blind eye to one's own shortcomings, the problems of others are magnified several times. Four Academies, Four Coaches, Four Thoughts, Four Complaints.

One day, mutual hatred, friends, swords meet. There are fewer coaches in the academy and one less academy in the school.

Now that the Sorting Hat is in front of you, and you all know the origins of the matter, I have divided you into each house because my duties cannot be changed.

But this year I'm going to say it a few more times, and ask you to listen carefully to my new song, and as much as I am destined to divide you, I fear that it is not the right thing to do.

As much as I have to fulfill my wishes, I can hear people complaining. I knew that such a categorization would lead to the collapse I feared.

Oh, I know the danger, I know a lot of complaints, the lessons of history repeat themselves over and over again. Our Hogwarts is in danger, and enemies outside the school are sharpening their swords.

We have to be united internally, or everything will fall apart from within. I have spoken to you and I have sounded the alarm for you.

Now let's start the division, students please feel free to make a wish, I may not be able to hear it.

The Sorting Hat was motionless again. There was applause in all directions, mixed with whispers.

George could hear the students' concerns, the events going on in the wizarding world, and now even a hat was clear.

Often, the Sorting Hat only describes the different qualities that Hogwarts values across the four houses, and the tasks it takes to classify its students.

It was the first time for the students to hear the warning given by the Sorting Hat, and the hat that had always been indecent was also serious, which made people couldn't help but be surprised.