Professor McGonagall brought the freshmen to the front of the auditorium and lined them up in front of the entire upperclass, with the professors behind them.

The old students looked curiously at the faces of the new students, guessing which house they would be sorted into.

Of course, more eyes are watching the crowd and guessing which one is the famous savior Harry Potter.

In the eyes of the old students and professors, Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and placed a top wizarding hat on the stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and dirty.

There was silence in the auditorium, and everyone was staring at the hat.

Dracula stared at the hat as well, a little nostalgia in his eyes, and more of an interest.

Then the hat twisted and cracked a wide slit like a mouth.

Then he sang a ballad in a not-so-nice voice—

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their looks, if you can find ......"

In the middle of the song, he even turned his body around, using the two folds on his hat as eyes, and looked at the new little wizards.

"I'm the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts, and I'm naturally taller than yours......"

As the Sorting Hat surveyed the young-faced young wizards, he stumbled upon a figure sitting in the professor's seat.

"Put it on and try it, and I'll tell you, you should be ahh

Hearing this scream, a pitch-black flame quietly rose in Dracula's hands.

The Sorting Hat's singing and screaming came to an abrupt end.

Theoretically, the normal process is that after the Sorting Hat sings a not-so-nice ballad, the audience applauds, the Hat bows to the four tables one by one, and the Sorting Ceremony officially begins.

However, this time, the hat suddenly screamed halfway through the song, and then stopped singing?

The freshmen were confused, the veterans were at a loss, and even the professors didn't understand what kind of style the sorting hat was smoking this year.

Only Dumbledore glanced at Dracula cryptically, revealing a look of understanding.

"Sorting Hat, what's wrong with you?" Professor McGonagall asked, frowning.

The Sorting Hat was about to speak, when he saw the terrified figure that stood up with Professor McGonagall.

"Keep singing, it's good." Dracula curled the corners of his mouth and said to the tattered hat.

"I... I forgot the words. The Sorting Hat said tremblingly.

"Then let's make up a song now, and let the sorting ceremony continue, right?" Dracula has an intriguing smile on his face.

"Professor Dracula?" Professor McGonagall looked at him puzzled.

The Sorting Hat saw a faint black flame leaping across Dracula's fingertips.

"I'm fine, just do what Professor Dracula said." He swallowed, if the hat had any spittle.

Then the Sorting Hat turned to face the old students seated at the long table, only to breathe a sigh of relief when the vampire was no longer visible.

He cleared his throat a little nervously, and then began to sing—

"You may worship Gryffindor,

He was full of courage, courage and boldness;

You may admire Hufflepuff,

She is stoic and tenacious, not afraid of hardships and troubles;

You may look up to Ravenclaw,

She is wise and erudite, and it is difficult to imitate;

You may fear Slytherin,

He has ambitions in his heart, and he will do whatever it takes."

The Sorting Hat sang an improvised ballad that he had composed to praise the qualities and unique personalities of the four founders, and then suddenly the conversation changed:

"But the young wizard,

You should honor their best friends,

He was very knowledgeable and talented,

He is wild and uninhibited, free and easy,

He should be invincible, handsome and dashing,

He......

……”

Dracula's eyes jumped as he listened to the song made up by the Sorting Hat.

If the words in the front are a little bit related to him, the description of the most beautiful words in the back is simply without a bottom line. This hat seems to be about to use all the praise words learned in a thousand years!

"Ahem!" Dracula coughed heavily.

The Sorting Hat shuddered when he heard this, and immediately ended his tirade:

"If you don't know him,

Just remember,

The founder's best friend is always there for you! ”

The Sorting Hat finally finished singing the ballad, and the audience applauded. In the applause, both the young wizards and the professors were whispering, discussing who the Founder's best friend was who had almost all of humanity.

The tattered hat secretly glanced at Dracula out of the corner of his eye, and saw that he had not summoned the pitch-black flame again, so he dared to bow to the four tables one by one, and then fell completely silent.

Although there were some twists and turns in the middle of singing the song of the Sorting Hat, I finally completed the process and could move on to the next link.

Professor McGonagall, who had been standing for a long time, breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." She said, "Hannah Abbott! ”

……

After the sorting ceremony was on the right track, there were no further problems, and it went smoothly.

The most high-profile of them all is undoubtedly Harry Potter, the boy who never dies, and the Sorting Hat hesitates for a long time on top of his head before finally making a decision.

"Gryffindor!"

As the Sorting Hat's words fell, the students at the Gryffindor table suddenly fell into a boiling and enthusiastic crowd. Among them, the Weasley brothers forgot to restrain themselves, and once again jumped up and down in the auditorium.

And this time, no one scolded them, because Headmaster Dumbledore and Gryffindor Headmaster Professor McGonagall were extremely happy about it, although they didn't say it in their mouths.

Amid the cheers of Gryffindor and the regretful sighs of the other three houses, the sorting ceremony came to a relatively happy conclusion.

Next is the long-awaited part - the opening banquet!

Albus Dumbledore stood up.

He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them, as if nothing made him happier than seeing the students come together.

"Welcome!" He said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year!" Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That's it: stupid! Cry! Residue! Wring!

"Thank you!"

Everyone had been waiting on an empty stomach for a long time, and after Dumbledore's brief speech, everyone began to feast.

Only Dracula glanced at the plate with disgust, tapped the edge of the plate with a spoon, and replaced it with a Polish duck blood soup, and then tasted it with satisfaction.

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