Towcent is a wealthy country.

Not only in terms of material conditions, but also in spirit.

If I had to pick a country that would satisfy all witchers, it would be this one.

The people here will hardly be dirty with the witchers, and will even be kind and polite to each other.

There's nothing quite like this for a witcher.

But Viselmir almost never set foot in the country to this day.

Just like many witchers, and even many men, if you have a strong, handsome body and a smart brain, then you will naturally become a suave person.

He also had a lot of stories with a lot of women.

Among them was a countess of Towcente.

They fell in love at first sight and then fell in love.

It's just that the ending is not so good, even in a country like Touscent, the love between a witcher and a nobleman is not a very acceptable thing.

Viselmir was having a tryst with the Countess that day.

His brother suddenly came to catch someone, and Viselmir was a witcher, so he certainly wouldn't be caught so easily.

It became a knot, and for decades since, Viselmir has not developed a long-term relationship.

Time always smooths everything.

Ever since he came to the Duchy of Towcente, Viselmir had been living in the Countess's house. Not only did he miss it, but the countess also remembered him, and always kept the clothes he was in a hurry and did not wear on his body.

With the help of the countess, Geralt and Yennefer's wedding went even more smoothly.

They prepare the venue, and they prepare the costumes.

Ciri is the bridesmaid and Harry is the best man.

The wedding was simple, there was no big scene, just a group of most intimate friends, witches, sorceresses, Dandrien, and of course, some subhuman creatures.

Under the intertwined flower gate of white roses and pink hydrangeas.

Viselmere's expression was solemn.

"Geralt of Rivia, would you like to marry the lady in front of you? Poverty, wealth, sickness, health. ”

Geralt nodded and whispered, "Yes, I do." ”

"Yennefa of Vangerberg, will you marry the man in front of you? Poverty, wealth, sickness, health. ”

Ye Naifa also nodded: "Yes, I do." ”

"Actually, we've always been like this, haven't we?"

Most of the people present had no wedding experience, and they regarded it as a magnificent party, and after the bride and groom took their vows, they made a fuss.

Harry lit the fireworks and brought the atmosphere to a climax.

Hermione watched wistfully with her glass in her hand.

The future should be even more lively than this.

In another world, Hogwarts.

The time has come to September 1st.

Professor McGonagall's face darkened, and she sat in her chair and stared at Dumbledore in front of her, "Albus, Harry hasn't come back yet!" ”

Dumbledore whispered, "Minerva, don't worry so much."

McGonagall gritted her teeth, "I didn't worry about him, but the Sorting Hat was in his hands!" ”

"How are we going to divide the house tonight?"

Dumbledore was stunned and pursed his lips: "That's just a hat, isn't the real Sorting Hat still in this world?" ”

McGonagall looked restrained, expressionless: "You mean the motorcycle?" ”

Dumbledore didn't speak.

McGonagall continued: "That motorcycle that had just come out of Antarctica, crossed the Indian Ocean and the Mediterranean, and caused a lot of trouble in several countries? ”

"Of course it is." Dumbledore nodded a little hard.

McGonagall laughed, and her smile was bright: "So tonight's opening dinner, I'm going to push a motorcycle and let the little wizards wear that kind of thing on their heads?" ”

"Why don't you ride on the body?" Dumbledore asked cautiously.

McGonagall's face turned cold in an instant: "What do you say? ”

Dumbledore spread his hands: "But we can't do it any other way. ”

"Tonight, please trouble Headmaster Dumbledore to hold the sorting ceremony himself." McGonagall stood up and spoke calmly, unusually resolute and irrefutable.

Dumbledore was helpless: "But I haven't done it in a long time. ”

McGonagall smiled coldly and got up to leave.

Wait until evening.

Hogwarts arrived at the station, and the students walked into the castle one after another.

On the Gryffindor long table, Neville's probe, who had already recovered his body, said, "What about Harry and Hermione?" ”

"I didn't see them on the train just now, and I sent them a lot of letters this summer, and they didn't reply to me."

He's dumbfounded.

This summer, Grandma urged herself many times to invite Harry and Hermione over, and they changed not only her grandson, but also the Longbottom family.

Revenge with your own hands, what a wonderful word.

It's just a pity that I haven't been able to get in touch.

Ron shook his head, "I heard them say it looks like they're going to Geralt's wedding." ”

"Probably hasn't come back yet."

Neville sighed, "Okay, then wait for them to come back." ”

His gaze turned to the teacher's seat.

Professor McGonagall's place was empty - this was normal, and the annual sorting ceremony was organized by Professor McGonagall.

But Professor Dumbledore's place was also vacant.

There were already students whispering about why they couldn't see Dumbledore.

Fortunately, the faces of several professors were relaxed, and they were even expecting something, so that the little wizards did not think about bad things.

Soon.

Professor McGonagall led the young wizards in.

But. Everyone felt a little strange, always felt a little out of place, like something was missing.

Sorting Hat!

Soon the little wizard noticed that the tall triangular stool was missing, and the old but amiable hat was missing.

Just as they were still wondering, there was a bang, and the door to the secondary hall opened, and Dumbledore, riding a motorcycle, flew in from the outside with a thud and stopped in front of the teacher's seat.

A few fresh leaves fall together.

Dumbledore got out of the car, "Aha, what a novelty experience. ”

The little wizards looked at each other.

They finally knew what the look of anticipation on the professors' faces were.

This way of playing

"For some reason, the body of our Sorting Hat can't come." Dumbledore whispered, "It's a motorcycle, but it's also a Sorting Hat. ”

Headlights flash.

The Sorting Hat greeted loudly, "Happy new semester, young wizards at Hogwarts, I'm so happy to see you again." ”

It took a deep breath, shook its headlights, and sang happily.

This summer, he had a lot of fun hanging out with Sirius, but he never forgot about singing.

The students of Hogwarts were relieved.

Although a motorcycle is somewhat unacceptable.

But the soul of the Sorting Hat is still that hat.

(End of chapter)