The Headmaster led Anthony slowly up the rising staircase, and it wasn't long before a gleaming oak door appeared in front of them, with a brass knocker in the shape of a sphin's eagle's head.

They paused for the slightest moment and pushed the door straight in.

Behind the door is a spacious, beautiful circular room filled with all sorts of playful and funny sounds.

On a table with slender legs in front of Anthony lay a lot of strange silverware.

If you are an ordinary person, you may think that these things are very valuable. But for him, who spends his days at Buckingham Palace, these things are not so valuable.

On the contrary, on a shelf behind the table, there are various magic props, which are more attractive to him.

Hogwarts treasures such as the Sorting Hat, the Gryffindor Sword in a glass case, an hourglass-like gadget, and a periscope are all placed here.

"Hmm!" Suddenly, a small voice rang out in the room.

"Met again. Bub! ”

"Hello!" Anthony looked cautiously at the dirty Sorting Hat on the shelf.

This thing is the creation of the minds of the four founders, and it has existed for thousands of years, and there is probably no longer a conscious existence in the entire magical world.

And the hat has always been in the principal's office, and there are countless secrets to know. He didn't want to offend this guy, otherwise his troubles would definitely be left for 10,000 years!

Then, the hat continued to twist, making a wide slit, and said, "There has never been a coma among the little wizards who brought me, and you are still the first!" ”

"So what? Are you going to re-branch me? Anthony asked, uncertain.

Speaking of which, he doesn't know which academy he belongs to!

"There is an essential difference between being unconscious and being conscious." The Sorting Hat continued, "Perhaps your nature is more suited to Gryffindor, a child of courage and longing for freedom. But it's just nature, and we're far more complicated than we can imagine. ”

"So take me." It said.

"Uh—" Anthony glanced at the headmaster beside him.

Dumbledore still had the image of a great white wizard, and he slowly removed the hat from the shelf and placed it on Anthony's head.

"Interesting!"

"Very interesting!" The Sorting Hat said in a deep voice.

"Reverence for knowledge, kindness and loyalty, courage, anger and ambition!"

"Sure enough, as I said, the state of reason can see through a person."

Wrath?

Anthony pouted, this is not nonsense, if you are beaten to the hospital and are not angry, then he really suspects you of mental problems.

Ahem.

After a violent complaint in his heart, he hurriedly put away his mind. Empty your brain.

Try to keep yourself in check not thinking about the 'future'.

Hopefully, this will be able to avoid the detection of this hat.

"Oh! He's still a prophet! Suddenly, the Sorting Hat said in surprise.

Forehead...

Anthony was shocked.

People are like that, and the more you don't think about anything, the more crazy the images pop up in your head.

And once you start, you can't stop.

Gradually, his brain seemed to be flooded, and he began to play the "Harry Potter" movie frantically.

All kinds of pictures in the eight movies flickered back and forth, and they couldn't stop.

"Interesting, really interesting, is this the future you see?" The Sorting Hat watched the movie with interest.

The tone was one of curiosity and... Joyfully?

It's like an otaku who has stayed at home for thousands of years, and suddenly walked into the cinema and watched a hearty movie.

That kind of exhilaration.

"I knew it!" Anthony's face was like ashes at this time, and sure enough, the novels were all lies, and what kind of emptying of the brain could avoid the detection of the Sorting Hat.

It's a fart!

He can be very clear.

There's a J8 for this!

If you can resist the dementors by emptying your brain, then Harry Potter also learns the Occlumency of a fart.

"It's true that emptying the brain doesn't have such an effect." The Sorting Hat, which was looking at Anthony's brain, immediately agreed.

"You're still a branch! It's autumn, don't peek at my memory. Give some privacy? ”

Anthony said in an almost pleading tone.

He felt like he was taking nude photos, and he was fucking live!

Moreover, Professor Dumbledore beside him, the curious gaze on his face became more and more solemn, and he was about to devour him.

He was absolutely convinced that Old Deng Tou was now thinking about how to use him for research, or snoop on his memory.

"I hate the Dementors!"

Anthony is crying!

"Oh! Dumbledore! This little guy seems to be scared of you! The Sorting Hat suddenly smiled and said to the old headmaster beside him.

"How?" Dumbledore looked at Anthony with interest, and his eyes were inexplicably more solemn.

"He's afraid you'll eat him, hahaha!" Suddenly, the Sorting Hat let out a burst of unbridled laughter, its cracked mouth reaching almost the entire brim.

"Okay, scare this little guy any more, and he'll faint." Dumbledore said.

After laughing for a long time, the Sorting Hat finally stopped, and just as Anthony was dying, it finally spoke slowly: "Very ambitious child, maybe it would be a good choice to enter Slytherin, but I don't think you will like any kind of atmosphere, I still maintain my original idea, Anthony, Gryffindor!" ”

Then the sorting hat was taken out of Anthony's head by the old headmaster, and at the moment of separation, the hat suddenly spoke again: "History and the future have never imprisoned us, it is love that makes us take root, Anthony... The most important thing is to choose what kind of person you want you to be! ”

"Take me, Dumbledore, and show you some interesting pictures."

The old headmaster was stunned for a moment, then looked at Anthony silently, hesitated for a moment, and then came to his desk and put the sorting hat on top of his head.

For a moment, Anthony felt an inexplicable chill attack his whole body.

It was as if he had suddenly fallen from the clouds into a trough.

And at this moment, the ground covered with spikes was already within reach, and he was about to fall to pieces.

Just wait, Dumbledore finished watching the so-called pictures of the Sorting Hat.

At this point, the office suddenly fell silent.

The portraits of past headmasters on the walls are also closed with their eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

There was a dead silence all around.

Like a precursor to the Last Judgment!

"Interesting!" After a long time, Dumbledore suddenly spoke, his eyes flashing with a strange light, and Anthony's scalp tingled when he saw it.

"I didn't expect you to be a prophet!"

"Huh?"

Anthony was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said in agreement: "Ah, yes, yes! That's right, I'm a prophet. ”