(According to the original book, the Sorting Hat was going to sing at this time, but I thought it was too embarrassing, so I just ignored it.) Sorry)

Headmaster Dumbledore slowly stood up, looked around, and spoke.

"Before the semester starts, I have something to declare beforehand.

Attention freshmen, all students are strictly forbidden to enter the Forbidden Forest, and Mr. Filch, the Administrator, would like me to warn you.

If you don't want to die of torture, please don't go into the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor, thank you. ”

Looking in the direction of Headmaster Dumbledore's finger, an old man with a disheveled cape, a little bare forehead, and a brown robe leading a cat was looking at the students with fierce eyes.

Merlin knew that he was the school's Squib Administrator, who couldn't do magic, but who had been guarding the school.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he motioned for Professor McGonagall to start sorting the freshmen, and then sat down slowly, and Merlin also put his mind back on the freshman branch.

"Now whoever I call will come up, and I'll put the Sorting Hat on you.

Then you will be placed in your respective colleges. ”

Professor McGonagall, dressed in a green robe, took a piece of paper from her bosom and began to read the list.

"Hannah Abbott"

Really! The ancients were honest and did not deceive me!

As we all know, in the Harry Potter world, the first student in this class to wear the Sorting Hat was a girl named Hannah Abbott.

Therefore, the fanfic he has seen Hannah Abbott calls it, the protagonist of the flowing water, the iron-beaten Hannah.

Merlin called the ancients honest and not deceiving!

"Ahem, Merlin, do you know Hannah Abbott, how do you feel a little excited."

Lady Hodge looked at Merlin and said with some gossip that she was interested in the young wizard.

"No, nothing, I remembered something happy again."

Merlin was a little embarrassed, and at the same time felt speechless, feeling that this Mrs. Hodge was a little gossipy, not at all like the heroic feeling in the movie.

"Oh? Is there anything you're happy about, can you tell me about it? ”

Mrs. Hodge seemed interested, grabbing Merlin and asking.

"Next time, next time."

Merlin hesitated to reply, telling her to focus on the sorting ceremony.

"Hermione Granger"

After Merlin chatted with Lady Hooch, it soon became Hermione's little Lori in the intelligence and strength of the trio.

"Relax, relax, it's fine."

Hermione stood up tremblingly, cheering herself on, and suddenly, when she saw Merlin on the teacher's desk, her face turned red.

With his head down, he sat directly on the chair of the Sorting Hat, not daring to raise his head.

"Good, well, good, very good."

Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on Hermione's head and suddenly began muttering to herself.

"Well, very smart boy, but now that I lack a little courage, I wonder where I should divide you? Gryffindor! ”

Merlin was a little surprised, Hermione was very lacking in courage, although she still got Gryffindor, but it was still a little unreasonable.

Hermione jumped down to the cheers of the crowd to greet the care of the Gryffindor seniors.

Merlin glanced at her and saw her peeking at Merlin from time to time, which made him fall into deep thought.

"No, no, this little girl Hermione won't have thoughts about me."

Merlin thought about it, and suddenly felt that it was terrible, Hermione was only 11 years old, this was too torture, too handcuffed.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the next student who had been sorted.

"Draco Malfoy"

At this time, a young man with a golden retriever with a big back and a slightly high hairline stepped forward with a crooked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Slytherin!"

Before Professor McGonagall could put the Sorting Hat down, the Sorting Hat roared out of the way.

"This young man is very good, he can't pull out this appearance without some money at home, and he looks like a family with a lot of money."

Professor Quirrell, who was a little distracted next to Merlinla, talked about Malfoy, much to Professor Snape's disdain on the other side.

"The Malfoy family is one of the most prestigious of the purebloods, and a portion of the school's expenses are donated by his family."

Professor Quirrell pointed to Merlin and saw that it was Lucius Malfoy's son, and explained to Merlin by the way.

"Professor Quirrell, do you know his father, Lucius, I want to meet him."

Merlin remembered that Voldemort's diary was with Lucius, and he had to find a time to get it.

After all, to learn the dark arts, how can the best teacher compare to Voldemort, and the young Voldemort in the diary is very good.

"What are you looking for him?"

Professor Quirrell listened to Merlin's request, and was a little puzzled, he could not understand why a man who had just arrived in England wanted to see Lucius.

"A private matter, a very serious private matter."

Merlin, of course, wouldn't say it to Voldemort in front of Professor Quirrell's head, and wanted to talk to the young Voldemort.

It would not be good if Voldemort sensed that something was wrong and told the Death Eaters to tell Lucius to run away.

"Well, I've only met him a few times, so I'll have a chance to introduce you."

He was right, he also saw Lucius a few times when he swore allegiance to his master, but he didn't know if he remembered him.

"Okay, thank you Professor in advance."

Merlin didn't wait for Professor Quirrell to ask why, and looked back at the Sorting Hat, because it was Harry Potter's turn.

"Harry Potter"

Professor McGonagall's voice rang out, and everyone present unconsciously stopped talking and looked at the little boy who was walking towards the Sorting Hat.

Merlin also noticed that the professors, including Snape, Quirrell, and Dumbledore, all looked at each other.

"Oh my God!"

"Is it true?"

"Is it really the boy who didn't die?"

After a brief silence, there was a murmur of discussion among the students, all of whom looked at Harry Potter with reverence and adoration.

"Well, it's hard, it's very hard!"

No sooner had the Sorting Hat put on Harry Potter's head than he muttered to himself, as if thinking.

"I can see that I have a lot of courage, I don't have a bad heart, I am very talented, and I am eager to prove myself, but where should I divide you?"

Harry heard the muttering of the moving hat above his head, looked up a few times in some panic, and couldn't help but say.

"No Slytherin, no Slytherin!"

"Not going to Slytherin, huh, have you made up your mind, are you sure?

You're talented, you're going to make a difference there, and Slytherin is going to help you get there, there's no doubt about it. ”

Harry didn't seem to hear the Sorting Hat, and even closed his eyes, shouting all the time that he wasn't going anywhere to Slytherin.

"Well, since you've made up your mind not to go to Slytherin, go for ...... Gryffindor! ”

The roar of the Sorting Hat rang out, and the quiet hall was broken by the cheers of the Gryffindor seniors, who applauded Harry Potter.

Merlin also saw that Professor Snape was a little uncomfortable, a little unpleasant, and a little unnaturally clapping.

Professor Snape's somewhat odd, comical expression made Merlin almost burst out laughing.

"Ahem, Merlin, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?"

Mrs. Hooch turned around again, and asked Merlin with a hint of concern.

……

To be continued

Street Diary.

I was busy every day, and before I knew it, the diary had been pigeon for so many days.

The pigeons are terrible, and I will miss the pigeons next time.