At the table on the right sat the Hufflepuff Cadets, clapping their hands wildly and almost toppling the Great Hall, and the Fat Friars were among them in celebration.

Susan Pence, Terry Bout......

The ears were full of names that Gretel had never remembered.

Not every student in the Sorting Hat immediately called out the name of the house, and some of the young wizards even sat on their stools for so long that Grett could hear the young wizards sobbing nervously.

Gretel guessed that he was probably worried that he would lose the election, so he lost his nerve.

Fortunately, no young wizard has been defeated or assigned to Azkaban.

That's when "Hermione Granger! He finally heard a familiar name from Professor McGonagall's mouth.

Strangely, the little girl was so nervous that she almost trembled when she heard Professor McGonagall call her name, but at this moment she was still in the mood to look back at Gretel.

“？？？” Gretel was confused, because as Hermione Granger turned around, all eyes of the entire restaurant were on him.

Thankfully, the little girl was able to make a difference, and after Professor McGonagall called out her name again, she almost ran to the stool and hurriedly put the sorting hat over her head.

"It's hard, it's hard, there's no lack of courage and kindness in my heart, talent, oh, talent is also good, some distress, should I be assigned to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, in fact, Hufflepuff is not bad.

What do you think, little wizard? ”

Hermione knew in her heart that although she had been reading magic books for a month, she was still born in the Muggle world, unlike other wizards in the wizarding world, and her family had already recommended a suitable academy to them.

As the Sorting Hat questioned her, Hermione stole a glance at Gretel in the group with her eyes under the brim.

The Sorting Hat seemed to have caught something, and suddenly became excited, as a hat that had been put on the shelf for many years, he was the gossip favorite of all.

"Who is he? Do you want to go to an academy with him? It's a pity, if only he had been divided first, I would definitely have divided you together. ”

"Mike Gretel, his name is Mike Gretel, I've inquired, and I'm sure I'll beat him to become the best student at Hogwarts." Hermione spoke to the Sorting Hat in a low, inaudible voice.

When the sorting hat heard that it was just a battle between good talents and beautiful jades, not the childhood sweethearts I thought, the emotional entanglement between the two little guesses, and I was not so excited for a while.

"Wait, you're talking about Mike Gretel?"

The exaggerated tone of the Sorting Hat made Hermione a little uncomfortable, why, such a broken hat had also heard of Mike Gretel? Is he so famous?

The Sorting Hat didn't care about Hermione's thoughts, but continued, "If there's only one Mike Gretel this year, then don't worry, I'll send him to Gryffindor." ”

"Gryffindor." Hermione took off her hat and walked to the Gryffindor seat in confusion, she didn't quite understand what the last sentence of the sorting hat meant, competition, sympathy, affection or something.

But it's okay, the Sorting Hat says that Mike Gretel will definitely be in Gryffindor.

That's it, Hermione puffed her nose in the direction of Gretel, just wait, I won't lose to you.

Glitter only felt that Hermione had taken the wrong medicine, and that she must be at odds with her, and she had to stay away from her in the future, so as not to be restrained.

"Mike Gretel."

Hearing Professor McGonagall call out her name, Gretel rubbed her nose and walked over to the stool.

The moment he saw the Sorting Hat, Glitter knew what it meant to be dirty, the edge of the hat was shiny, and the thick layer of dust was almost pulped.

Resisting the urge to clean him up, Gretel put on the Sorting Hat.

"Don't go to Gryffindor, don't go to Gryffindor, don't go to Gryffindor......" Gretel said.

The Sorting Hat was still recalling Dumbledore's confession, "Don't assign him to Slytherin, this kid is very talented, but needs guidance, and if you can, it's best to send him to Gryffindor." ”

Thinking back to Dumbledore's words, Gretel's words echoed in his hat, and if he did, he would definitely choose to roll his eyes at the wizards, one big and one young.

Ignoring the little wizard's thoughts, and then ignoring the headmaster's instructions, the Sorting Hat felt Gretel's heart with his heart.

"Sure enough, as Dumbledore said, this kid has a natural Occlumency of the brain, and he can't see anything at all, but underestimate me, I'm not one of those low-level dark magic items, all I have to do is feel the talent of the little wizard and his own characteristics." The thought of the Sorting Hat flashed through him, and he felt it intently.

"How a genuine and friendly heart suits Hufflepuff, the wizards of Hufflepuff are undoubtedly the backbone of the wizarding world."

"Don't go to Gryffindor......" Grett continued to think in a broken thought, he really didn't want to go to Gryffindor to be a babysitter for the three little ones.

"There is no shortage of courage to draw a sword to help, Gryffindor admires such a little wizard the most, I believe that Godric will definitely snatch you to Gryffindor if he is still there."

"Don't go to Gryffindor, don't go to Gryffindor......"

Glitter knew that as long as he went to Gryffindor, Dumbledore would find a way to get him to help Harry Potter, but he really just wanted to study in peace and didn't want to get on the troubled boat of the Savior.

The Sorting Hat finally couldn't stand the nagging, and after feeling Gretel's extremely good talent, he shouted out in a voice that almost broke his throat, "Ravenclaw." ”

After hearing that he wasn't a Gryffindor, and that he hadn't been assigned to Azkaban by the hat, Glitter didn't care that the hat was almost jumping off his head.

It should be the little wizard who was assigned to Ravenclaw before, and told the seniors about what happened along the way after getting off the train, and the attitude of the Ravenclaw seniors was extremely enthusiastic.

The Ravenclaw Academy, which is known for its wisdom, welcomes every talented little wizard, not to mention, it is still so talented, at least, at their age like Gretel, they are also deep and shallow, half-falling and half-climbing from the side of the train to the boat in the Black Lake.

The Sorting Hat, escaping from Gretel's Grip Spell, seems to have forgotten something.

Didn't notice the angry look coming from the eyes of the little witch at the end of Gryffindor.

Then, as Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, and a series of familiar names were read, there was another series of names that did not exist in Gretel's memory.

"Harry Potter."

Sure enough, as the name of the savior who had long been known in the wizarding world was called out by Professor McGonagall, the atmosphere of the whole restaurant suddenly became eager.

The four houses, including Slytherin, were all staring at the immortal boy with round-rimmed eyes and a lightning bolt on his forehead.

Harry was nervous, reminding him of the time when everyone was staring at him and waiting to see him get out of his way.

He felt like his legs were filled with lead, and he had to exert all his strength with every step, and he almost cramped with nervousness, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment.

Luckily, he wasn't too far from the stool, and the moment his hat covered his vision, Harry relaxed, feeling as safe as he was back in the cubicle under the stairs.

Before the Sorting Hat could feel Harry's thoughts, the Spell resounded from the hat.

"Don't go to Slytherin, don't go to Slytherin, don't go to Slytherin......"