The boat soon carried the new students to the other side of the lake. The group was led by Hagrid all the way to Hogwarts Castle.

Professor McGonagall, the school's vice-principal, was standing there. She led the group to a small, empty room, and after a few words, she left.

The freshmen began to talk to each other about how the next sorting would go.

These new students have already learned about the four faculties, know their characteristics, and have their own goals in mind at home or on the train.

So they don't want to be assigned to a college they don't want to go to because of the school's policies.

It's a pity that there is no one way to sort out the same house, and it seems that all the people who have been divided have deliberately not told the new students the correct way to sort the house.

Ron had been following Harley since he got off the train, and then said to Harley, "Harley, which academy do you want to go to?" ”

"Everything. Anyway, we don't have the right to decide, it depends on the allocation of schools. Harley replied as she closed her eyes and didn't even open her eyes.

Harley didn't care where she would go, after all, according to Hogwarts: A School History, the four houses would only live in different places and have different classes in different order of classes, so there would be no difference in the content of the school.

It's not that like in the Northern Continent, the different churches you choose have different paths to take. So Hallie looked like she didn't care.

If she really deduced the house she might go to, according to the school's representative animals, Harley thought that there was a high probability that she would go to Slytherin. After all, the mythical creature form of the witch is a snake-haired beauty.

And he seems to be in line with the shrewdness and ambition of Slytherin House, and there is no lack of cunning, and Slytherin will not reject dark magic. No matter how you look at it, Slytherin suits you.

But the qualities that Gryffindor values seem to fit their own situation, after all, this house values courage above all else.

You know, Harley defected from the Witch Sect, a sect that served the original witch of the evil god.

Harley had the courage to defect from such a sect in the first place, which feels incredible when you think about it, and it is definitely courageous.

Of course, Ravenclaw is not impossible. After all, Hallie loves the occult very much, even more than many voyeurs.

Hufflepuff only...... Anyway, the witch path with pain and despair as the core can't match the loyal and honest Hufflepuff.

Harley stopped thinking and continued to close her eyes. Anyway, no matter where it is distributed, there will never be a "Beginning Witch Sect" and "Just Becoming Immortal, Encountering Amon" is worse!

Of course, there was a worse scenario, but Harley didn't think about it.

……

After a few moments, Professor McGonagall hurried into the group.

"I'm sorry, classmates." Professor McGonagall said,

"There was an accident just now, and the stairs in the school suddenly changed direction, so it took me a while to get the sorting hat.

Hurry up, everyone, line up in a single line, and follow me. ”

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students into the auditorium. Tens of thousands of candles floated above the hall, and stars twinkled on the ceiling.

First-year students line up in front of a four-legged stool with a top wizard's hat.

The hat suddenly began to sing, but it was unpleasant. In Harry's impression, the last person to sing so badly was a Tyrant Path Ocean Singer, who seemed to be a member of the Storm Church.

The grumpy old guy was taken by Harley as the first trophy after being promoted to Sequence 4, and was sold for a good price from a blue-haired ghost ship captain.

After the hat singing, the freshmen finally understood that as long as they wore the hat, they could be separated.

Many people gritted their teeth and vowed to give their brothers and sisters a little color when they went back, and let them lie to themselves!

Professor McGonagall stood up with a roll of parchment, "Whoever I call by name now, I'll put on my hat and sit on a stool to wait for the Sorting House." ”

Professor McGonagall then called out the first name:

"Hannah Abbott!"

Sorting is going on and on, and the number of new students is decreasing. Not many of the freshmen were getting Harley's attention, and perhaps Malfoy was barely one.

Malfoy, who had been instigated by Harley, and his two henchmen had gone to Slytherin, much to Harry's amusement.

Don't Slytherins look at their brains when they recruit? The three men didn't feel like they were using their brains very well, and they didn't fit Slytherin's supposed shrewdness and cunning.

Not necessarily, perhaps the platinum-haired Malfoy in the middle was only influenced by his own education to make a demented move. Harley has seen such cases many times.

Finally, Professor McGonagall called out to Hallie.

"Harry Potter!"

There was a cacophony of chatter in the auditorium, and all eyes were on Harley.

However, Harley only noticed three of them, and only those three gazes made Harley's spiritual hunch react.

Hallie ignored the gaze and automatically stopped the noise and looked at the dirty hat.

"It's dirty!" Harley muttered, gritting her teeth and putting her hat on her head. It was torture to touch the hat with his black hair.

"I'm not dirty." A subtle voice rang out, "I'm the cleanest hat in the world!" ”

The seals of the audience pathway? The thought had just crossed Harry's mind, and she pressed it down.

The best way to deal with a magical object that may have the ability to read minds is to keep your brain blank. As long as I don't think about anything, your mind-reading skills are useless!

"Mind reading?" The small voice continued, "No, I don't know that. Gryffindor didn't attach a Detrimental to me.

I could only sense a few superficial thoughts. Well, Miss Hallie, we've been struggling with unrelated things for too long, so I'll see where you're headed......"

Harley immediately began to empty her mind, focus her spirit, and hide the thoughts of killing and destruction in her mind.

"Insidious, cunning, perfect for Slytherin." "But you're brave and smart, and you're a good reader, and both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are for you......"

"So where do I go?" Harley picked up at the right time.

This can make the other person feel like they are not talking to themselves, and thus be more interested in continuing to talk.

"I'd love for you to choose, but no, it's my job after all.

That's right, that's it. The Sorting Hat muttered to himself in Harley's brain,

Gryffindor! ”

The last word was shouted out by the Sorting Hat, and thunderous applause erupted at the Gryffindor table.

Two of the boys jumped up and cheered and threw something into the air, but Harley didn't notice.

She gracefully rose and handed the hat back to Professor McGonagall, a thin black flame burning in her hair, burning the dust left behind by the hat.

As she walked to Gryffindor's table, Harley's mind wasn't on that. There were a few glances around her that made her very concerned.

Hallie sat at the front of the Gryffindor table, and after a few words of conversation with the people around her, she looked at the teacher's seat.

An old man with white hair was clapping himself and looking at him kindly.

His gaze was one of the three gazes Harley had felt earlier, after all, it was from a demigod powerhouse.

The spirituality of the witch path is still relatively strong, so it is impossible for Harley not to notice it.