"Hmm...... You have a strong thirst for knowledge, you are a very curious little wizard, and it seems that you are a good fit for Ravenclaw......"

"Hmm...... Also ambitious and hungry for fame, it seems that Slytherin is a good fit for you as well......"

The Sorting Hat whispered softly in Clark's ear, and its judgment was quite accurate.

For Clarke, who possesses the fragments of the Godhead of Knowledge, Ravenclaw, a symbol of wisdom, seems to be a special fit for him.

The ambition to become a god, as well as the background of a pure-blood family, are also particularly suitable for Slytherin.

Of course, Gryffindor is actually not bad, at least his father, his uncle, his aunt, and his cousin and cousin, are all in Gryffindor, these are all connections.

It would have been too simple to just choose an academy, but this time, he wanted to perform a little differently.

Clark is not a very flamboyant person, and he himself has to admit that having the soul of an adult has brought him a lot of restraint while it has brought him the honor of maturity and intelligence.

After all, he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, and he was also cowardly, cowardly, looking forward and backward, and couldn't endure hardship. Always comfort yourself with "obscene development, don't wave".

But that doesn't mean he wants to keep going like this.

In every man's heart, there is a big boy living in it; Every boy believes in light.

When a person is accustomed to hiding in the shadows, he can no longer stand in the sun. When a person is accustomed to anesthetizing himself with forbearance, he has no bright sword spirit.

Clark doesn't want to be like this, ordinary people also have ambitions, he also longs for success, longs for the admiring eyes of others.

And if you want to do this, you can only find the difficulties, face them head-on, and solve them.

When you can solve your own difficulties, you are a success; You are a leader when you can solve the difficulties of others; And when you can solve everyone's difficulties.

You are God!

In Clark's previous life, he watched a TV series about the great man's reading when he was young, and he gained an insight from it.

Extraordinary people must do extraordinary things. If you want to make a big business, you need to have a large amount.

The so-called hiding in the shadows and being the mastermind behind the scenes is nothing more than a lazy excuse for petty bourgeoisie to get benefits but not to pay.

Just like the King of Konoha Pot, the so-called root of the big tree is nothing more than selfish interests.

Although Clark thinks that his talent is not as good as that of great men, he also has a heart that is not willing to be ordinary.

The activated fragment of Godhead only pushed him forward.

"Praise me, friend!"

The little fragment of Godhead in his soul was attracted by his will, and a little bit of breath leaked out, and along with his will, it was sensed by the Sorting Hat.

The originally silent hat trembled violently under this breath, it was just an alchemy wonder, how could it resist such a powerful force.

"Yes, Great Being!"

The Sorting Hat struggled to straighten its head, and under the gaze of everyone, chanted in a voice that was almost like an aria:

"Ah, Clark! You wake up from the castle and walk in the wilderness of knowledge.

You are the embodiment of courage; You are the source of wisdom; You are the merciful Sage; You are a wise leader. You are, son of Hogwarts!

You will lead us on the great path! ”

The Sorting Hat's characteristic exaggerated tone echoed through the Great Hall, the first time in thousands of years that he had reacted.

Yes, Clark used the Godhead Fragment to subdue the Sorting Hat and make it sing praises for himself and make a name for himself.

The bright candlelight shone on him, and the wide brim of his hat obscured his countenance, revealing only a pointed chin and that standard smile.

He was obviously only sitting on a four-legged stool, and was of short stature, but in the chanting of the Sorting Hat, he seemed to be sitting on a throne with a magnificent crown.

What if Hogwarts was Dumbledore's territory? What if the White Lord likes to stay on top of everything?

I don't need to hide in the shadows to develop, I don't need to drill like a conspirator, I Clark just want to stand in the sun and enjoy my success and glory!

I want all of them, chanting my name!

I want my kingdom of God to be exalted to heaven!

【Ding! With your handsome appearance, your flamboyant behavior has aroused the admiration of some girls, experience +230]

Judging by the amount of XP, the Sorting Hat's actions didn't help Clark gain much reputation.

But also, reality is not a cool novel after all, and Clark is not a crooked-mouthed dragon king, he does not have the spirit of a king, and it is impossible to make everyone bow down with the praise of the Sorting Hat.

The auditorium was silent, and the young wizards were speechless in shock at this strange event, and some of the professors thought that the hat must be insane.

Only Dumbledore had a smile on his face, staring at Clarke with a scrutinizing gaze from behind his half-moon glasses.

However, Clark didn't care about this, this matter was actually a magical ritual for him.

It is the beginning of a legend, the beginning of a myth.

It's like the birth prophecy of Harry Potter and the vision of Liu Xiu's birth.

It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, when the future Clark accomplishes one great thing after another, it is natural that someone will remember all this tonight and then be convinced. And these beliefs will propel prophecy into the future.

You don't even know if it's the future that was prophesied, or if it's because of the prophecy that the future is fulfilled.

As for being exposed to Dumbledore?

Clark believed that the greatest white wizard of all might have been a clever politician, but certainly not an extreme seeker.

He is gambling that this abnormality in him will not let the chaotic and kind White Devil get to the bottom of it and end up in person, after all, the anchor of this soul is "love", it is "love" that makes him suppress his chaotic magic, and it is "love" that makes him not lose his mind at such an age.

Dumbledore's "love" was heavier than a mountain, and the power of this occult oath made it impossible for him to violate his principles, because to do so would be to deny the meaning of his existence.

"Headmaster!"

The Sorting Hat shouted the name.

"What?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, standing up, he couldn't figure out what was the situation with this hat, could it be that it hadn't been washed for too long?

"I mean, he should be assigned to the principal's office, that's the best place for him! It's time for you to think about retirement. ”

The Sorting Hat explained, and the young wizards in the audience burst into laughter, and the solemn atmosphere in the auditorium was suddenly swept away.

Everyone thought that it was just one of many jokes the mad hat had played, to add a little fun to the end of the whole sorting ceremony.

"Alright, well, it looks like our headmaster wants to stay in his office for a few more years, and honestly his bird is really not easy to get along with," the Sorting Hat shouted again.

"Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table erupted in applause, and the Weasley twins stood up, for them to be glad that even it was a joke.

"Actually, I don't mind going to Hogsmeade to open a magical candy store, but it's a pity that Hogwarts can't give me that much pension." Dumbledore laughed and joked.

"Mr. Prewitt, sit down at your table!"

A stern and stern voice rang out beside Clark, and it was Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, who finally put the end to the farce.

"Oh, okay. Sorry for the trouble, ma'am! ”

He took off his sorting hat and placed it on the stool, speaking sincerely, while bowing gracefully and slightly, like an instinct engraved in his genes.

Professor McGonagall nodded reservedly, pleased with his behavior.

And when Clark sat down next to Hermione, the cheerful atmosphere in the auditorium remained the same.

"Cool! We could blow this thing for a whole year. ”

His two cousins, George and Fred, ran over to greet him excitedly, and Hermione, who was sitting next to him, was also flushed, very excited about his performance just now.

In addition, from time to time there was also a little witch on the Ravenclaw table next door who turned her head and looked at him secretly.

Now, he can finally take a good look at the reactions of the other teachers.