Obviously, the list is arranged according to the order of form.

Hannah Abbott was apparently the first, and she staggered up the steps and sat down in her chair, while the Sorting Hat quickly set up the house for her.

"Hufflepuff!"

"Susan Bones."

She was a good friend of Hannah's, and the Sorting Hat also assigned her to Hufflepuff.

The sorting ceremony continued, and it is worth mentioning that Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Gower, two of Malfoy's henchmen, went to Slytherin.

Soon, Professor McGonagall read the name:

"Hermione Granger."

“…… Well, relax, relax. ”

After carefully putting on the Sorting Hat, a slightly long silence spread.

The Sorting Hat seemed to be thinking about something, and eventually, he decided:

"Gryffindor!"

The little witch looked a little happy, Gryffindor was clearly her dream house, but Connor noticed that she was glancing vaguely at his side.

“？？？”

No, what are you watching me do again?

Eventually, Hermione didn't say anything, just ran all the way to the table where Gryffindor was.

"Daphne Greengrass!"

Later, it was a haughty girl who went up to Slytherin, and that arrogance in her bones led her to Slytherin.

Soon, Neville was called out as well.

He seemed to want to follow Hermione's example.

"It's okay, it's okay, come on, come on......"

But I don't know if it was because he was too focused, the soles of his feet slipped all of a sudden, and the whole person staggered forward.

"Whew!"

"Quack!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Riffford leaped directly out of his arms and jumped all the way towards the door.

"Levle!!"

Neville subconsciously stretched out his hand, unbeknownst to him, thinking that his outstretched hand was touching his lover who was parting with life and death.

Seeing this, Connor couldn't help but speak:

"You go to the Sorting House first, and I'll be handed over to Rifle."

Connor reached for his wand hidden in his sleeve.

"Ah, thank you."

Then, Neville was sorted into Gryffindor.

And when the sorting was over, he felt like his head was foggy.

"Gryffindor? I actually went to Gryffindor. ”

He shouted and raced happily towards the Gryffindor table, but at this point, he was so excited that the Sorting Hat didn't even take it off his head.

And after discovering the problem, he ran back in a different laughter.

"I'm sorry ......"

"Alright, Mr. Longbottom, go back to your table, your classmates are waiting for you."

Despite saying that, Neville ran back to the crowd as soon as possible and retrieved the restless Rifou from Connor.

After this small episode, Professor McGonagall proceeded to call out the next student's name:

"Connor McMeb."

Well?

Connor was stunned when he heard his name.

At the same time, he heard a confused voice coming from the other side of the crowd.

It was a silver-haired girl with glasses and a ponytail, and a thick bookish air emanating from her.

At this moment, Connor noticed that she was also looking at him, and there was a puzzled look in his eyes.

"What's going on......"

She couldn't help but whisper.

Her voice was beautiful, ethereal and serene, which gave her a somewhat mysterious veneer.

But in Connor's eyes, there was a hint of inexplicable darkness in her.

There is a crack that is difficult to describe in words, like three cracks and blemishes in a piece of crystal.

"Is it a split or a splicing ......"

He hadn't noticed it before, but when he really looked at the girl, he found that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

It's like seeing a broken mirror under the sun.

"Hey, don't be stupid."

Just when Connor couldn't help but observe, Ernie couldn't help but reach out and push against him.

"It's time for you to be sorted."

"Mr. McMab, please come to the stage."

Glancing deeply at Mr. Macmillan, who had not noticed anything, Connor stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

"It's fine."

Connor shook his head, and he quickly walked up the steps.

Sitting down in his chair, he wrapped his hands on his small suitcase to make sure it didn't fall to the ground, before putting on the patched, gray hat with Professor McGonagall's help.

"Ah, Connor Mack Mab (Mab), I've been waiting for you."

However, Connor didn't wait for the name of the academy, and when he put on his hat, he only heard the slightly magnetic whisper lingering in his ear.

It's like a whisper before you fall asleep.

And unlike the others, the Sorting Hat deliberately took his last name apart as most people thought it was - in fact, it was the real way to read his name.

"Wait for me? Why are you waiting for me? ”

"You may not know that before you arrived, you caused an uproar in the headmaster's office."

"Why? Because I'm being bullied by Malfoy? ”

"No, no, no, of course it won't be such a trivial matter, and what really surprised the headmasters was that your name changed at least four or more times, and because of this, the headmasters almost thought that Hogwarts had lost a student."

"Hogwarts recorded my name from the beginning?"

"Ah, yes, because I'm bored in the headmaster's office, I remember this kind of thing very clearly—Conn, Conchorbor, your name wasn't officially named Connor until the end."

"After all, my family is very obsessed with this kind of thing, and they all have their own reasons."

"Including last names?"

"Of course, including the surname, they also argued about it many times, and it was not really confirmed until a few months ago, and the result was that they each took a step back."

In the end, he didn't use his mother's real name either.

"Ah, that's no wonder, your family must be very powerful wizards, and simple fame can produce the desired effect so quickly."

The Sorting Hat couldn't help but sigh.

"You know, when we first prepared the letter, we reviewed it for a long time, and the principals said that the frequency of name changes on the book of access was horrible, and they were really afraid that there would be one less or one more person."

"All I can say is sorry for that."

For a moment, the outside fell into a kind of silence,

The Sorting Hat was placed on Connor's head, silent for a long time.

"Okay, I think the others should be a little anxious, so let me see what the best academy for a kid like you is ......"

Then, the Sorting Hat's incomparably cordial whisper came to an abrupt end.

"Wait, people like you, your family...... No wonder your name is written in a completely different way than McMillan and McDoug, and your buried wish is simply a natural Slytherin!! Yes, S......"

The Sorting Hat almost shouted out the name of the House, but before the first note fell, it was disrupted.

"I want to go to Hufflepuff."

The tone is long, calm, but irresistible.