"I really suspect the pen is broken, but it can't go wrong, it's something older than me."

The Sorting Hat said without a beginning or end, if it could show a human-like expression, it must be 'subway X old man X mobile phone'.

"It doesn't matter if it's yes or no, at least I'm here."

Dudley said, still trying to keep himself in a state of calm water.

"Makes sense."

The Sorting Hat nodded.

"Which house will I be assigned to? Hufflepuff? ”

Dudley himself was mentally prepared.

'Get a Hufflepuff, I'm hungry.' ’

After a moment's pause, the Sorting Hat seemed to have discovered something: "I take back what I just said, in fact, you are very ambitious, capable and thoughtful... I like to be well prepared before I do an office... Oh, what do you mean by that word? yes, just in case, you really remind me of that person..."

"Can you see my thoughts?"

Dudley's mind was filled with waves, and he had already done five 'meditation' enhancements before he took the stage, for those six added special defenses.

"No, I can only read your traits."

The Sorting Hat said.

"Traits?"

Countless guesses flashed through Dudley's mind.

"Yes, stop, stop, the thoughts in your head are like a sesame pot falling on the ground, so complicated that it gives your hat a headache, and it's completely different from those simple-minded little wizards."

Dudley certainly wasn't as innocent as a normal little wizard's mind.

"Sorting Hat, and you say you can't read minds?"

The Sorting Hat quibbled, "I'm just a hat, there's no need to worry so much about me." ”

"Normally, I should follow the wishes of you little wizards, but my consciousness is made up of the four schools that created the indoctrination of thoughts..."

At this point, the Sorting Hat's tone changed a bit, and his voice became slower and lower.

Although it was still the same sorting hat, it gave Dudley the illusion of a different hat.

Maybe not an illusion.

Or maybe schizophrenia?

"You're a lot like that guy..."

Again, the Sorting Hat emphasized.

"Strong-willed, defying dogma... Of course, if you can stop all those jumbled thoughts in your head! Right now! Immediately! The hat is going to explode! ”

The first half is still pretending to be mysterious, and the tone in the second half is already very eager, and the tone has returned to the same as before.

Dudley didn't like the idea of being watched by others, even if it was a certain hat, so he kept looking back at what he had learned over the years, from the Pythagorean theorem and calculus to the differences in the physiology of men and women.

‘Dxsinx=cosx，cosx=-sinx，tanx=sec2x...’

'When several particles interact with each other, it is not possible to describe the properties of each particle individually because the properties possessed by the individual particles have been integrated into a whole property...'

Seeing that Dudley never meant to stop, the Sorting Hat said helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I just don't look at it."

A sea of jumbled knowledge nearly swallowed its consciousness.

It swore that it would see such a little wizard for the first time in a thousand years.

Where did you learn this?

It had been a long time since Dudley had put on his hat, and even though most of everyone's attention was on Harry, people had begun to notice Dudley's anomaly as time went on, and he had been wearing the Sorting Hat for a long time.

Longer than Harry had been wearing.

"Maybe when you came here, you heard a lot of bad things about that place, but... Sometimes what you hear from others is not necessarily true, a thousand years can make a lot of things deteriorate, I hope you can see the essence through the phenomenon..."

The Sorting Hat screamed loudly.

"So... Slytherin! ”

Almost as soon as the Sorting Hat was shouted, Dudley's ears rang with a system beep.

"Complete the quest and enter Slytherin House, quest reward: DATA MONOCULUS LV0."

Before Dudley could check on his reward, the Sorting Hat's voice rang out again.

"Salazar's consciousness hopes you can put that place in order, the current Slytherin is a miasma... It's like a big dung tank. ”

The Sorting Hat's words made Dudley's face change for the first time.

Salazar, whose full name is Salazar Slytherin, is the founder of Slytherin House at Hogwarts.

Slytherin asked me to put the house he founded in order? At first glance, it sounds incredible, but when you think about it, the Sorting Hat was born under the indoctrination of the Hogwarts Big Four, after all, they all have magical products such as magic photos that can also talk to the dead, and it is not surprising to have a hat with the consciousness of the Big Four.

It's not scientific, but it's magical.

'That's...'

Dudley had a flash of inspiration in his head, and he had a bold idea.

Before he could do it, he heard the Sorting Hat shout, "Hey, I'm just a hat, an ordinary magic hat, and I only have the thoughts they had at the time, not the knowledge. ”

"It's a pity—" Dudley looked regretful.

It occurred to him that Slytherin had apparently parted ways with Gryffindor over the issue of recruiting students, and that he was opposed to Muggle wizards attending Hogwarts, while Dudley himself was strictly a Muggle wizard.

That is, neither of his parents is a wizard, and he suddenly awakens to his wizarding talent, a little wizard from the Muggle world.

"Slytherin is a Slytherin, I am me, I have his consciousness, but I am not a Slytherin."

It makes sense, and it's magical.

"Now go to the Slytherin table, at once!"

A big hand fell from the sky and took off the sorting hat on Dudley's head, interrupting the conversation of one person and one hat, and the middle-aged man with black hair, black robe and black face said coldly to Dudley.

Notably, the man had long, greasy shoulder-length black hair.

Dudley had been on the stool for too long for the Slytherin dean to look down on.

Snape tugged hard at Dudley, and found that the other man was not moving.

His lips moved slightly, and he was about to open his mouth to 'release the venom', when he paused as if he remembered something, and the words became another meaning when they came to his mouth.

"What are you doing? Need to please? Mr. Dursley. ”

There was a muffled laugh all around, coming from the Gryffindor table, and whenever it was a Slytherin man, they were happy.

Although they were a little strange in their hearts, Professor Snape's scolding was substandard today, but this idea was immediately replaced, after all, it was Snape, who was famous for protecting his own house.

It stands to reason that when a new student is assigned to his house, if not as starry as Harry, he will at least receive some applause, but Dudley came to Slytherin House without any cheers, not even a word of welcome.

Even Dudley's seat automatically vacated a small slice.

Unwelcome and exclusion are very obvious.