Perhaps, this year's intake and sorting ceremony is destined to be different.

Not only is the legendary British wizarding savior Harry Potter about to attend Hogwarts, but more importantly, there is a heavyweight who staged a sitcom this year.

Draco Malfoy.

As many Hogwarts students sat in the Great Hall waiting for their meal to be served and their new classmates were welcomed, they saw a blonde kid running all the way to the Great Hall.

"Professor! Professor! ”

Maybe it was because he ran too fast, and the boy who was supposed to be noble fell directly on the ground.

He didn't have time to get up, but he ran to the end of the auditorium, on the top of the steps, where the teachers were.

"Professor! Professor Snape! Help me! ”

At this scene, the students looked at each other, a hint of doubt on their countenances, and Snape only frowned, and no one could tell any other emotion from his countenance, which could only be described as stiff.

"Mr. Malfoy, what are your difficulties?"

The person who finally broke this seemingly nonsensical silence was the usual serious Professor McGonagall.

"McMab, he's going to beat me!"

This sentence without a beginning or end made almost everyone confused, and some professors and prefects who knew more about it reacted.

At Gryffindor's table, Percy Weasley couldn't help but frown, and Hufflepuff was even more discussed.

"Wow, it looks like that thing on the train isn't over yet."

Gently stroking his chin, Prefect Gabriel couldn't help but laugh.

"Gabry, I think you seem to have said that something happened on the train at that time?"

Beside him, a handsome senior couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, Cedric, this Mr. Malfoy not only oppressed the Muggle-born wizards, but even cast a curse on the freshman."

Cedric couldn't help but frown.

"Freshmen don't have much resistance to this kind of thing......

"No, the freshman is not easy, when Percy and I arrived at the scene, we saw this Mr. Malfoy full of evil curses, leek charms, bat spirit charms, slugs and so on, and by the way, Percy was vomited by Malfoy."

"Hey, hey, Gabrie, don't talk about it, we'll eat later."

Prefect Gabriel seemed to want to depict it in detail, but was quickly interrupted by his friends.

"Okay, okay."

He said with a smile.

"Anyway, Malfoy and his little henchmen are on the hard side...... Let's just wait to see the joke. ”

While the students were talking, McGonagall just asked in a matter-of-fact manner:

"Please describe the situation and situation in detail, Mr. Malfoy, and we will deal with it fairly."

"...... at the time"

Suddenly, Master Malfoy's voice, which was still somewhat sharp and high-pitched, came to an abrupt halt.

He found himself unable to say anything at all.

And at this moment, some messy but inexplicably neat footsteps came.

Looking up, the red-haired boy was at the head.

"I didn't do anything, Professor, everyone here can testify for me, and Mr. Malfoy suddenly began to panic and run all the way to the Great Hall, and I personally felt that it was because of the failed magic cast on the carriage that had cast a strong psychological shadow on him."

"Nope! I didn't! ”

Malfoy couldn't help but retort loudly.

"I ...... it"

"Do you want to say that you are brave enough not to fall down because of setbacks, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I ......"

As if choking, Malfoy's face turned red, and the look made Ron, who had been watching all along, sigh with emotion.

"He's amazing at making the Malfoy family look like that."

Then, a touch of loss couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Unlike me, I can't do anything...... If only I had that kind of eloquence and ability. ”

And these are just a small episode.

While Malfoy was hopeful that Connor would be punished for his actions, he did nothing.

Even if he handed over the wand in his hand, he could only detect two flying spells, both of which were aimed at Neville's toad.

In the end, Malfoy's wish was not fulfilled.

Reproached by Professor Snape, he quickly returned to the crowd, but only stood on the edge with his mates.

"It's a good show, isn't it, Minerva, it's been a thousand years, and if only the annual sorting ceremony could be a little new, you know? I always feel like the freshmen have the same face every year. ”

At this moment, a worn-out hat on top of the seat made a somewhat vicissitudes of life.

And this caused a wave of consternation among the freshmen.

"Hat...... Spoken? ”

"It looks pretty shabby......

"What? Looking down on hats? ”

Probably feeling offended, the Sorting Hat shouted.

"Hats can't speak? You know, I've been infused with the ideas of the four founders!

You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance,

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat jet black and shiny,

Make your high-capped caps smooth and crisp,

I'm a Hogwarts test hat,

Naturally taller than your hats......"

At first, the tattered hat was just complaining loudly in protest, but soon he was singing a narrative poem in his voice.

From the establishment of Hogwarts to the emergence and philosophy of the four houses, these are clearly explained.

Gryffindor's bravery.

Hufflepuff loyalty.

Ravenclaw's ingenuity.

Slytherin's shrewd ambitions.

And this is undoubtedly the standard of the Sorting House.

But to be honest, Connor didn't think it was a good thing.

"I feel like I'm ......"

"What are you talking about?"

In the middle of a tune, it felt as if Connor was saying something, and Hannah couldn't help but look at Connor.

"No, nothing."

Connor just reached out and stroked the kitten wrapped around his neck.

"Speaking of which, which college would you like to go to?"

To Connor's surprise, it was Hermione who asked him.

No, what do you ask me for?

Curious about this, Connor gave his own answer.

Without any hesitation.

"Hufflepuff."

“…… Why? ”

"Because it looks most normal."

"But I feel like you should go to Gryffindor."

"Why does it have to be Gryffindor?"

"Because you ......"

"Come and put me on! Don't be afraid!

Don't panic!

In my hands, you are absolutely safe

Because I'm a thinking hat! ”

It was at this time that the Sorting Hat's singing seemed to have reached its final stage.

"Minerva, let the grand ceremony begin."

"I'll talk about it later."

"Now, please come forward and put on your hat to sort out the house."

Professor McGonagall stared at the parchment list in her hand.

Then the first student is:

"Hannah Abbott!"