Harry, who was roaring in his head, almost couldn't hold back his expression!

Did you recognize the wrong person and recognize the handsome old man with short white hair and a black stand-up collar coat next to Dumbledore as Grindelwald, or is something wrong with this world?

It's not that he was defeated in a duel by Dumbledore decades ago and then .....

Wait a minute!

Harry suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have read the textbooks on the history of magic in this world, nor had he consulted the relevant content, and he didn't even buy the chocolate frog because he disliked it because it was too sweet, let alone get Dumbledore's chocolate frog card....

Could it be.....

The thought that Snape was actually his godfather.... Everything seems to be making sense.

'Hehe~' Harry sneered in his heart, he really wanted to give himself an amnesia spell now, or learn the brain occlusion technique quickly, and then seal all the content about HP that he saw in his previous life, this world is already wrong, if he tries to 'prophet' with the so-called 'right' plot, he is afraid that he will not know how he died.

At this moment when Harry's mind was full of thoughts and his mind was in a trance, the Sorting Hat had already begun to sing the strange song of the Sorting Hat, the old hat was still in its tattered appearance, it was placed on a four-legged stool and grinned happily, and the lyrics that had been thought about for a whole year were sung aloud with a strange melody, and after the end, it attracted a group of enthusiastic cheers from the young wizards, and the thunderous applause woke Harry up, and Professor McGonagall's roll call began.

"Whoever I name now, I'll sit on the stool and put on the hat."

Professor McGonagall pulled out a roll of parchment and read the first name.

"Hannah Abbott!"

A ruddy-faced, blonde girl with two handlebars stumbled out of the queue, she put on her hat, the brim of which just covered her eyes, and after a moment's pause—

"Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted.

A group of people on the right side of the auditorium applauded Hannah and welcomed her to her seat at the Hufflepuff table, and Harry was visibly happy to see the fat ghost wrapped in a chain waving at her.

Professor McGonagall screamed quickly, and the Sorting Hat was clearly very efficient, more than half of the students had passed, but none of them could hold up more than thirty seconds on the Sorting Hat's head.

The Malfoy siblings, Kassandra and Draco, were sorted into Slytherin without incident, and the Sorting Hat shouted "Slytherin" almost as soon as it touched their blonde hair!

When Hermione arrived, the Sorting Hat grunted on her head for a while, as if whispering something to Hermione, but the thirty-second boundary was still not broken, and the old hat smacked his lips, "Ravenclaw!" ”

Hermione took off her hat, then waved at Harry and Neville, and walked briskly to the second long table on the left.

"Looks like Hermione really likes to read." The little accident made Harry grunt.

"yes, Hermione does like ....."

Neville nodded in agreement with Harry's words, and Professor McGonagall called out his name.

"Neville Longbottom."

The sudden sound scared Neville so clandestically that if Harry hadn't pulled him, he might have had a flat fall with his left foot and his right foot.

Thankfully, Neville walked over to his chair and sat down with his sorting hat in his ass.

"Woo woo ~ woo! Woowoo!! ”

The Sorting Hat let out a series of muffled cries as he struggled to twist his body, and the little wizards didn't hold back their laughter, it was the first time they had seen the Sorting Hat so unlucky, and the little fat man who was a little confused amused hundreds of people, Neville's face suddenly turned red, and under Professor McGonagall's serious gaze, Neville quickly stood up, and apologized to the old hat while holding his hat.

"Ugh...."

The Sorting Hat sighed helplessly, and it was snapped to Neville's head.

"Hmm...... It's a tricky problem. ”

The Old Hat's voice echoed in Neville's head, "I see the courage in your heart, kid, of course, it doesn't mean the kind of courage you put the Old Hat under my ass. ”

"So how about going to Gryffindor? I think where you can discover the bravery in your heart. ”

"It's... Is it? Neville swallowed, seemingly uncertain.

"Yes, your parents are Gryffindors, and you have the bravery of your parents, but you..."

The Sorting Hat paused, he could see a person's heart and qualities, and hear the voice of the young wizard at the moment, but it didn't mean that the Sorting Hat could read memories, otherwise Hogwarts would have one more house called Azkaban, Voldemort would have been thrown into it when he entered the school, the Sorting Hat read the fire of ambition burning in Voldemort's heart, so he threw him into Slytherin, and what he saw in Neville's heart was bravery hidden by the fog.

If the soul has a color, and the color of the soul represents the quality of the person, then the Sorting Hat says that it is the color that is different for everyone.

Someone had manipulated Neville's memories and made him forget something that was hard to forget, but the magic couldn't hide the Sorting Hat's insight and prevent him from seeing the qualities that Neville was hiding in his heart.

“.... It's just that you need to find it for yourself, to find the bravery that exists within you. ”

"Son, then Gryffindor, I think you're right there."

Neville bit his lip, the hesitation in his heart was also read by the Sorting Hat, which is why the Sorting Hat said so much to him, the human heart is complicated, and the Sorting will greatly affect the time the young wizard will spend in the school for the next seven years.

"Yes, Harry told me too, I need to be brave, I need to start changing myself, so that I can..." Neville was a little embarrassed to think of the stack of love letters Harry received, and he also wanted to be noticed one day, he didn't need to shine, he just needed not to be ignored, and he had his own presence.

The Sorting Hat smacked his lips in satisfaction, his vision was still the same.

"Then it's decided—Ge..."

"Wait a minute!"

Neville hurriedly shouted, "I'm going to Hufflepuff!" ”

"Ahem, cough, cough...."

The old hat coughed, barely flashing his waist, if he had.

"Why?" The Sorting Hat asked, surprised.

"Because this time, I'm going to be brave enough to make my own choice!"

Neville replied earnestly, which drove the Sorting Hat into a frenzy.

"I... You.... Ouch hey...."

"Okay, okay, okay...."

"Let you be brave, make you brave, listen to you." The Sorting Hat grinned, "Are you going to Hufflepuff?" ”

"Sure!"

"Okay—Hufflepuff!"

The Sorting Hat shouted loudly, the dust settled, and the old hat couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, now the little wizard, it's getting harder and harder to bring it.