Professor McGonagall had only been out of the dark room for five minutes before hurried back.

The noise in the small dark room, not to mention the auditorium across the wall, even she who went to get the sorting hat could be heard upstairs!

I don't know, I thought there was a fire dragon in the house!

She walked into the room, suddenly raised her voice and said loudly:

"I can hear you arguing in the office, and you're the loudest in the whole castle, and if I don't come, you can still tear down the castle?"

With her appearance, the little wizard seemed to press the mute button, and immediately behaved like a quail.

Professor McGonagall glanced at everyone sternly, it was the first time she had seen such a noisy little wizard in all her years, this class of students......

It's terrible!

"What's going on?" McGonagall walked towards the corner of the room, where she saw more than twenty ghosts.

"I just wanted to put on a show of Louis XVI." Nick, who almost lost his head, helped his half-broken head and said apologetically: "But it seems to have scared this little girl." ”

"Sir Nicholas of Mimsey, I have long said that your art is outdated, or my Kennedy headshot, which is more in line with modern aesthetics." A ghost with a big hole in his head next to him smiled and said:

"As an artist, if you don't pursue something new, sooner or later you will be eliminated by the times."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Casper? Being shot by a Muggle gun is also art? Nick, who almost lost his head, retorted:

"At most, it's just a temporary fad, but art is classic beauty, eternal beauty, and there is no ...... outdated"

"Alright, stop arguing." Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Miss Granger, are you alright?" Do I need to go to the school hospital? ”

"I'm fine." Hermione shook her head with trepidation.

"I gave her some chocolate, Professor." Rove whispered.

"Really?" Professor McGonagall gave him an approving look, "Mr. Scamander, if it weren't for the fact that there is no sorting house, I would definitely give you two points!" ”

"Now, line up in a single row and follow me into the auditorium!" Professor McGonagall said.

As Professor McGonagall turned around, Hermione stabbed Rove twice with her elbow...... Let you scare me!

Rove bared his teeth and rubbed his waist gently, but he was at a loss and couldn't fight back.

After lining up, everyone walked out of the room, through the foyer, and through the double doors into a luxurious auditorium.

If the hall is quaint and atmospheric, and pays more attention to the display of historical heritage, then the auditorium is the ultimate luxury.

The entire auditorium is rectangular in shape, with a single green granite column carved with numerous motifs, supporting a hundred-foot-high dome.

In the ceiling above the dome, the stars twinkle, the clouds tumble, surging like angry waves, and occasionally comets are in the sky, and a rainbow light runs from west to east...... It is like a projection of the deep starry sky.

In mid-air, thousands of candles floated brightly, and the vast auditorium shone brightly under the candle flames.

In the center of the auditorium are four long rosewood tables with glittering gold plates and silver goblets filled with students.

At the top of the auditorium, there was a long table on which the teachers were seated.

Many students were stunned, and the resentment when they got off the train completely disappeared, Eton College, Oxford, Cambridge...... Dogs don't go!!

Professor McGonagall placed the four-legged stool in front of the long table, and placed a wizard's hat on the stool, which was worn, patched, and dusty, as if it hadn't been cleaned in hundreds of years.

The hat suddenly twisted and seemed to be dancing, but more often than a random twitch...... The light was not enough, and the brim of its hat cracked like a mouth, and began to hum a song composed by itself.

"You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance,

If you can find a more beautiful hat than I am, I can eat myself......

Put it on and try it,

I'll tell you,

Which college should I be assigned to......

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is a courage buried in the bottom of my heart,

Their boldness, their courage and their boldness,

Make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuff students are stoic and honest, unafraid of hard labor;

If you are shrewd,

Perhaps the wise Ravenclaws, those who are wise and erudite, will always meet their fellow disciples there;

Maybe you'll go into Stetelin,

You'll make friends here, but the cunning ones will stop at nothing to get their way.

Put me on!

Don't be afraid!

Don't panic! ”

After the song, the audience applauded thunderously, as if this was not in the branch, but at the concert site.

The Sorting Hat bowed to the four tables, and whispered to Professor McGonagall Nunu beside her:

"McGer, I'm pretty good at writing sonnets, aren't I?"

Professor McGonagall was tempted to say that it was not as down-to-earth as the art of the ghosts, but the Sorting Hat was only a thousand years old, and she couldn't hear such heavy words, so McGonagall had to say euphemistically, "It seems to be a bit regressive, but it's still a divine comedy." ”

"I feel the same way, too." The Sorting Hat sighed, "I have to refine it a little more, and the new song will be written, and then I will let you listen to it." ”

The corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth twitched, and after listening to it for decades, she had already heard the throat of the duck in the sorting hat calloused her ears, what a torture!

Or will she become the principal in the future and cancel the sorting hat singing?

Professor McGonagall was distracted for two seconds, then pulled a roll of parchment from her sleeve: "Whoever I call by name now, I'll put on my hat, sit on a stool, and sort out." ”

"Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a ruddy face and two golden pigtails walked out of the queue and sat down in a chair.

The Abbott family has a long history, having migrated from Milan to England with the Roman expedition to Britain.

The Abbot family is also famous for striking iron, so in the history of magic, it is often called "the little blacksmith of Milan" and "the iron of Abbot".

Without much hesitation, the Sorting Hat made a decision, and the little girl ran towards the table back to Hufflepuff House with two playful and cute pigtails.

Hufflepuff House came out on top, and the badgers applauded and were excited.

Neville was still stumbling through magic, trying to use the last bit of time to improve himself.

He had gone to inquire before, not to mention the various sorting ceremonies, and had heard that the worst students were not assigned to Hufflepuff, nor were they dropped, but sent to ...... Azkaban.

Neville freaked out and felt the need to save him.

But when he looked up and saw Hannah, Neville stopped reciting the spell, just stunned.

Rove poked him and whispered, "Is it cute?" ”

Neville nodded dumbly, then quickly shook his head again, blushing and stammering to explain, "I was funny to see her pigtails......"

"Oh, that's right." Rove smiled and continued, "If you want to see it every day, you have to go to Hufflepuff." ”

Scamander had been a Hufflepuff since ancient times, so Rove had already tried his best to recruit students for his college.

A good kid like Neville, of course, can't be let go.

Neville looked at Hannah with a red face, and he rolled his eyes and suddenly asked, "Rove, who do you think is cuter, Hermione or Shirley?" ”

Rove is not stupid, where can he be tricked, he shook his head and said, "What are you talking about...... I didn't hear you. ”

Hermione, who was standing behind her and had been eavesdropping with her ear sideways, couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "You two are so boring!" ”

Shirley covered her mouth and smiled.

"Hermione Granger!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

Hermione wanted to say something like "inner beauty", but Professor McGonagall shouted in an accentuated tone, and Shirley touched her back before the girl reacted.

She glared at Rove fiercely, trotted over to the stool, and hurriedly buttoned her hat to her head.

It took a long time for the Sorting Hat to finally shout, "Gryffindor!" ”

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