Of the several Hogwarts houses, which one is more suitable for you?

To be honest, Matthew had barely thought about it before.

Because there have been too many "bizarre" incidents these days, he has even completely forgotten about such trivial matters as the sorting ceremony.

But if he is given a choice now-

Ravenclaw is definitely the best fit.

Hufflepuff and Gryffindor shouldn't be too bad.

As for Slytherin, as a Muggle-born wizard, it is unlikely that he will be separated from the past.

All in all, let's look at the "arrangement" of the Sorting Hat.

Matthew Wakefield sat upright on the small bench, his worn wizard's hat buttoned above his head to obscure his vision, and in the dark world inside the hat, he waited for the choice of the Sorting Hat.

......

There was silence, no sound.

It's weird!

Shouldn't the Sorting Hat have a conversation with him, as is customary?

Evaluate his character and even consult his opinion.

Matthew waited patiently for about half a minute, but still couldn't hear any movement in his ears, except for the faint noise in the auditorium.

This made him a little anxious.

Could it be that something went wrong with the Sorting Hat that suddenly broke down?

Or was it a mistake to come to Hogwarts, that he wasn't a wizard at all, and that he should take the train back now?

Or ...... Other surprises?

He was tempted to take the hat off his head and ask Professor Rozier what was all about.

But reason still suppressed the impulse.

Wait a little longer-

Continued to wait, and the hat failed to make any sound the whole time.

I waited like this for a long time, maybe two or three minutes!

"It's terrible!" Matthew suddenly heard a small voice ringing in his ears:

"It's horrible...... It's horrible...... It's horrible......"

"By Gryffindor's beard, I've never seen anything so horrible......"

It was the Sorting Hat's voice, subtle and high-pitched, and distinctly audible, that seemed to tremble......

Matthew was stunned, not understanding why the Sorting Hat was making such gibberish.

Immediately afterward, he heard the hat hoarse and shout a name to the entire auditorium:

"Slytherin!"

On the long table on the far right, there was a burst of scattered applause.

"???" Matthew only felt that his mind was full of question marks now.

Being sorted into Slytherin was still secondary, and Matthew was even more puzzled by the Sorting Hat's sudden words after a long silence.

What does that mean exactly?

Could it be that he said......

"What else, Mr. Wakefield?" asked Professor Rozier coldly.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Matthew quickly stood up.

Then, he handed the hat to the last dark-skinned student who had already come over and had not yet been sorted.

......

"Welcome!"

"Welcome to Slytherin!"

"Nice to meet you, Matthew!"

When Matthew arrived at the Slytherin table, several enthusiastic Slytherin students stood up and shook his hand.

Of course, there are also people who are whispering...... Greengrass and Lestrange, both first-graders, were pointing at him and discussing something.

Matthew was pulled to sit next to her by an older girl, who was just in time to see the final scene of the sorting ceremony.

The last remaining student, Blais Shabini, was assigned to Hufflepuff.

Mr. Shabini seemed rather unhappy with the Sorting Hat's decision.

And Matthew noticed that when the Sorting Hat finally called out the name of the house, his voice was still a little hoarse and shaky.

Professor Rozier rolled up the parchment and picked up his sorting hat as he left the auditorium.

With her departure, the auditorium became noisy again.

"Hello, Matthew!" the senior girl next to him patted him lightly on the shoulder, "I'm the Slytherin prefect: Gamma Farley!"

This senior girl has neat short hair and very white skin, and although she is not very beautiful, she gives people a sense of trust.

"Hello, Miss Farley!" Matthew quickly shook her hand.

He suddenly realized that he was in an awkward position.

As a first-year Muggle-born, he arrived at Slytherin House, a stronghold for purebloods.

Like a sheep in the middle of a pack of lions?

But now that the wood is complete, then we can only take one step at a time.

"How do you feel about being sorted into Slytherin?" asked Farley with a smile.

"What do you say......" Matthew replied with a slight stammer, "I have a bit of a complicated feeling......

"Don't worry, we Slytherin students will take care of each other!" Farley said eagerly, "If you have any problems in the future, you can always come to me, or find other senior students!"

"Okay, I understand!" Matthew nodded.

"That's right, Wakefield!" On the other side, a somewhat flirtatious voice suddenly sounded.

He was a pale, thin young man.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. He nodded slightly at Matthew.

"Hello!"

"Can I ask about your parents, I don't remember a pure-blood wizard with the surname Wakefield......" Draco Malfoy spoke slowly, in a long, obnoxious voice.

"I can't remember what they looked like. Matthew replied honestly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Malfoy said, but he didn't make the slightest apology.

"This is Crabbe, Goyle......" he pointed first to the two little fat men on the other side, and then to a tall, thin boy across the long table, "and ...... Noether"

“...... The five of us are probably all the boys in Slytherin this class, and we should be living in the same dormitory. ”

"I'm honored. Matthew said lightly.

As if he found it a bit boring to talk with Matthew, Draco Malfoy turned around again and began to say something to Crabbe and Goyle.

Matthew can finally take a good look at the guest of honor on the high platform.

He saw Professor Kettleburn, sitting in the corner closest to him. He had removed all three prosthetic limbs from his body and placed them on one side of the dining table.

"Miss Farley!" Matthew turned.

"What's wrong?"

"Can you tell us about the teachers at the guest of honor?" asked Matthew softly.

"Absolutely!"