Almost at the same time, the crumpled Sorting Hat in the corner snorted and refused.

"Eh, then you can only roll the dice."

Lutina said, trying to remove the giant caramel-colored dice from Dumbledore's shelf.

"Miss Ollivanders, the Sorting House is a very serious matter." Professor McGonagall shook her head in disapproval. "It's about your future, and we can't just watch your future just be planted in the Sorting Hat, no, it's in the mouth."

Fudge nodded in the affirmative.

"Miss Ollivanders." He sighed. "I'm sure everyone doesn't want this to happen, but you can't decide your future in this way."

Lutina rolled her eyes secretly. When she was a year old, she was charged, and anyone with a discerning eye could have seen that she could not have killed the Potters, but Fudge held several court trials. Including lackey Umbridge, it's not a good stubble. And now Fudge is saying it so high-soundingly, it is nothing more than wanting the Sorting Hat to be divided again, so as to confirm Lutina's "mistake" that she can't escape Azkaban's fate.

Meanwhile, Umbridge, who was far away at the Ministry of Magic but was keeping an eye on Hogwarts in real time, sneezed.

It's cool, well, it's time to get out and wear the pink lace bow dress that you have in stock that is already moldy.

"I didn't! I've told her that she has the potential to go to Azkaban......" The Sorting Hat's sobbing voice pulled Lutina back to reality. "Not as clever as Ravenclaw, not as upright as Hufflepuff, not as brave as Gryffindor, not as shrewd as Slytherin, but yet a wizard and a little bit of everything...... And she's very dirty inside! ”

"That's not a reason for you to talk nonsense!" Sean almost snarled as he uttered this, Lutina had never seen Sean lose his mind. Although the original book barely mentions Sean, she has the impression that Sean has always been a sane and calm existence.

"I unconditionally support Luta's idea." Sean calmed down a bit, and Garrick nodded in agreement.

Flitwick and Sprout nodded slightly.

Dumbledore still had a gentle smile on his face. He interlocked his fingers, and his half-moon glasses shone with wisdom.

"The minority obeys the majority, and I agree with Miss Ollivanders. Oh yes, that's solid milk tea, dice ......"

He tapped his wand into the air, and one of the dice fell on the table with a "click". This kind of magic Lutina is no longer strange, it is nothing more than the transfer magic that transforms something from one place to another. It's just that the academy indicated by the dice is run by a dean in the corner who has been silent.

- None other than Slytherin.

"Albus, you can't afford to ruin her future by helping a student—" McGonagall said anxiously, trying to organize Dumbledore's actions.

Lutina felt that she was the right house to be assigned to. In fact, she agrees with the Sorting Hat's critical view of her—a little bit of everything, but not completely. Moreover, each college has its own advantages and disadvantages, and if you want to play your own strengths, it is the same in any college - nothing more than trouble.

"Wait, a dice has six sides, how can you guarantee that every time you throw is the academy?"

"Gryffindor on one side, Slytherin on one side, Hufflepuff on one side, Ravenclaw on one side, Azkaban on one side, Newmongaard on one side, exactly six."

Half of Fudge's face was lost in the gloom, so that it was impossible to see the look on his face. However, as far as Lutina knew about Fudge, he was already happy when he heard "Azkaban" and "Newmengard".

"And Slytherin?" Lutina asked. Feeling Snape's death gaze, she cowered.