"Welcome, welcome, welcome dear freshmen.

Please don't be disdainful for my shabby, I'm the greatest hat at Hogwarts.

Many years ago,

The noble Slytherin cast a spell on me to make his best friend no longer lonely during his adventures.

The erudite Ravenclaw gave me a lot of wisdom to keep her friends out of danger when they took risks.

The brave Gryffindor wore me to defeat the giant, and that earth-shattering battle left me with an extra hole in my face.

Oh~ That's a medal of courage!

By the way, upright Hufflepuff, she patched me up, served me a drink, and celebrated our great accomplishments with her friends.

But it's all gone, it's all gone, like dust blown away by the wind.

The smiles of the four friends have faded, leaving only a worn-out hat guarding a great school.

The hat was given a great task, a pair of fiery eyes.

Gryffindor says you have to choose those who are brave.

Slytherin says you have to choose those who are credible.

Ravenclaw says you have to choose those who are smart.

Only Hufflepuff says that then the hard-working should not be rewarded?

Put me on, don't panic, don't be afraid, I'll tell you where you should go, just like they told me. ”

After the hat finished singing, the audience burst into warm applause, and the hat bowed to the four tables one by one.

"So, we just need to put on our hats?!" Carl heard Fred ask George, who was beside him.

"Percy would lie to us!" George was even more incredulous about it, "Well, all I can say is he's going to be unlucky." ”

"That's right!"

After knowing that there was no danger, the once naughty and lively immediately returned to the twins.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a piece of parchment in her hand. Before speaking, she glanced around again with a stern gaze.

This made the freshmen, who had relaxed a little, nervous again.

"Now." Professor McGonagall paused for a moment before continuing, "Whoever I call, put on their hats, sit on their stools, and wait for the Sorting House. ”

"Roger Davis."

A tall, thin boy excitedly walked up to the hat, he put it on, and after a moment, "Ravenclaw! The hat shouted suddenly.

The second table on the left clapped hands, Roger Davis walked over to the table, several upper-class Ravenclaw students stood up to shake his hand, and one of them led him to the empty seat at the end of the long table and sat down.

"Cedric Diggory."

Cedric deliberately patted Karl's hand before leaving, and he walked quickly to the hat and put it on.

This time there was a long silence, and many people looked excited, but the hat finally gave his answer: "Hufflepuff!" ”

"Well, Cedric did go to Hufflepuff." Fred muttered.

Cedric was pleased with the result, and with a smile on his face, he lowered his hat and walked to the first table on the right, where he remembered the enthusiastic applause and cheers.

The next branch was very fast, and the ranks of new students were gradually thinning.

"Angelina Johnson", "Gryffindor. ”

"Lee Jordan", "Gryffindor. ”

"Arya Spinnett", "Gryffindor,"

Carl listened to a dozen names and realized that the list should be counted by the alphabet of the surname.

So he was still early, so with the mentality that he was idle and idle, Carl made a rough count of all the freshmen sorting so far: there were more than sixty people in this class, the largest of which was Hufflepuff, followed by Gryffindor, then Ravenclaw, and the least Slytherin.

Judging by the reaction of the tables, this seems to be the norm, and no one has complained, especially Slytherin, which has the smallest number of people.

Soon, there were only three people left, and the list went to T, but instead of Carl, it went straight to W.

"Fred Weasley." As soon as he put a hat on his head, the hat screamed, "Don't try to soak me in the water!" Gryffindor! ”

McGonagall glared at Fred, who was smiling, pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Charlie stood up and greeted his brother, who patted Fred on the shoulder and said something.

Now there are only two people left.

"George Weasley." George was no longer nervous, and he squeezed his eyes at Carl: "See you later!" ”

He put on his hat briskly, and the hat cried out, "You're going to steal me back and tell you a story to your brother and sister!" Undoubtedly, Gryffindor too! ”

McGonagall's face became more and more serious, and she watched as the two identical-looking red-haired boys were greeted by her favorite student Charlie, and Percy, another model student, also squeezed over, saying something happily, looking at the same redhead, and finally pursed her lips.

Carl was the only one left.

McGonagall put away the list and motioned for Carl to step forward, "Carl Turinus." ”

The dining room had fallen silent, and everyone was waiting for the sorting ceremony to be over once and for all.

Nervousness welled up in Carl's mind again, and he walked to the stool with a tense face and sat down, slowly putting on his hat. The professors all looked at him, and Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle, even nodded at him.

"Well, your soul is special, quite dangerous, quite gifted. You'd love to go to Ravenclaw. The sound of the hat rings in my ears. Why do you want to go to Ravenclaw? ”

"Oh, you want to find the secrets of those wizards' powers?" The hat's voice was not surprised, but took it for granted, "You most gifted wizards are always fascinated by power, and Slytherin is better for you." It's a pity you're not the student Ravenclaw needs. ”

"You don't belong to Slytherin either. It's a pity, it's a pity, you already have a home, and you will forge a legend there. ”

People were whispering, this was the second time the hat was silent tonight, and it was getting longer.

They all knew what that meant, and there was no doubt that another outstanding student with multiple qualities and meeting the criteria for selecting students from multiple Hogwarts houses had appeared.

Such students come up every few years, and they often end up coming to the fore very quickly, like Professor McGonagall next to Carl and Professor Flitwick in the professorship.

They asked the freshmen for information about the last student, and when they learned that he had used his magic to defeat Peeves, they became louder.

Carl was still sitting in his seat, his face cloudy, and he was still arguing in his mind with the hat that called himself the "Sorting Hat".

It wasn't that he didn't want to go to Gryffindor, the houses seemed the same to him, but he didn't want to be so unclear that he couldn't go to Ravenclaw.

In the professorship, Headmaster Dumbledore looked at Karl with a smile on his face, the Headmaster of Slytherin was expressionless, the Headmaster of Ravenclaw was full of anticipation, and the Headmaster of Hufflepuff looked at the new students at his table with satisfaction.

As for the other professors, most of them were interested in asking the ghost about what had just happened.

"Okay, okay, okay, Ravenclaw really isn't for you, if you want to read the books there, you can go in on your own, maybe there's an extra bonus! You don't belong there, you belong to Gryffindor! ”

Karl angrily took off his hat and threw it aside, and everyone looked at him in amazement.

The Sorting Hat hasn't reported Carl's Sorting yet!

But the Sorting Hat didn't keep everyone waiting, and it opened its mouth as it lay on a stool:

"Gryffindor!"