This Hogwarts is not normal

5 minutes is not long, nor is it short.

Vincent and the others, who were guessing about the sorting ceremony, felt that the surroundings suddenly became a little cold.

"what--"

The freshmen behind them all screamed loudly, as if something terrible had happened.

The pearly white translucent ghosts jumping out from the walls of the small house seemed to be arguing about something.

A chubby monk-like ghost floated behind Ron.

"We should give him another chance."

"My good monk, haven't we given Peeves enough chances?"

The ghost in the round body suit chased after him, "He has a bad nickname for us all,

You know, he's not even a ghost. "

He passed Ron's chest, staring at Vincent with wide eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for Professor McGonagall."

The fat monk who walked slowly through Ron's chest smiled, "It seems that we have all come to places we shouldn't be~"

Hermione, who was next to Vincent, boldly stretched out her hand.

Except for a little cold, there is no touch at all.

"Sorry, I'm just curious." She apologized politely to the ghost in front of her.

"Oh girl, you're definitely a Gryffindor!"

The fat monk looked back at Ron, whose face was green, "I think we have to leave."

He turned his gaze back to Vincent, "Thank you, I hope you can be assigned to Hufflepuff, I used to be in that college."

He turned around and floated higher and higher with the big army, "You are the same, Hufflepuff is the best house!"

The ghosts all left from the roof.

Before the freshmen could relax for a few seconds, a sharp voice rang out.

"Stand in a single file, the sorting ceremony is about to begin—"

Professor McGonagall, who returned to the small room, seemed very dissatisfied with the noisy freshmen.

She said with a sullen face, "Follow me."

Vincent took the initiative to follow behind her.

After him came Hermione and Neville.

Ron, who was following them, kept whispering to Harry that he was cold just now, and he was definitely not afraid of those ghosts.

"Actually, I was quite scared just now." Harry spoke in a very low voice.

"What did you say—" Ron suddenly closed his mouth.

Professor McGonagall looked away and stopped in front of a double door.

She pushed open the door and showed the auditorium to the freshmen.

Thousands of small suspended candles illuminate the entire space extraordinarily brightly.

The velvety black ceiling, with stars twinkling with the help of magic, looks just like the sky outside.

The senior students sat around four long tables filled with cutlery.

McGonagall led the new students to another long table at the head of the hall, the one where all the Hogwarts staff sat.

Vincent, who was watched by hundreds of pairs of eyes, calmly handed over Gu Gu in his arms.

Mag hugged it and sighed "really heavy", then walked to the staff table.

She put Goo Goo in her place, went back to the freshmen and gently put down a four-legged stool, and put a dirty wizard hat on it.

The eyes of the entire auditorium were focused on this severely worn hat, which was almost completely patched.

Just as Vincent guessed whether it was the original Sorting Hat after it had been repaired for nearly a thousand years, it suddenly twisted and split a small gap in the middle.

It looked like the slit in the mouth moved several times, and sang without warning:

"You may think I'm not pretty,

But don't judge a book by its cover,

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny,

Make your top hats smooth and crisp,

I'm the top hat for the Hogwarts test,

Naturally, it is much taller than your hats.

any thought hidden in your mind,

Can't hide from the golden eyes of the devil's hat,

Try it on,

I will tell you,

Which college should you go to..."

The characteristics of the four colleges were sung by it one by one.

Vincent feels that without the help of a million-dollar tuner, the Sorting Hat, who has not lost his tune or forgotten his words, except for the strange tone, his overall singing skills are on the passing line.

Mag walked to him and spread out the parchment rolled in his hand, "Whoever's name I call now will put on a hat and sit down to wait for the sorting."

"Hannah Abbott!"

A ruddy girl with two blond braids stumbled out of the queue.

She put on the sorting hat just enough to cover her eyes and sat down.

After a while, the Sorting Hat grinned and said, "Hufflepuff!"

The senior students at the long table on the far right were all applauding and cheering for Hannah.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

This time it was the second long table on the left who was clapping.

Terry shook hands with several Ravenclaw students before sitting down.

When the round-faced Lavender Brown announced Gryffindor House from the Sorting Hat, the long table on the far left erupted into enthusiastic cheers.

The twins, Fred and George, booed the Slytherin table even across Ravenclaw.

Their booing became even more blatant when Millicent Burst was sorted into Slytherin immediately after.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione, who was very nervous, saw Vincent's cheering gesture quietly, and hurried to the stool to put on her hat.

1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed.

She looked like she was very troubled.

But the Sorting Hat made the decision for her, "Gryffindor!"

"Oh no..." the twins wailed.

Judging from her performance on the train, this Miss Granger is almost a copy of Professor McGonagall.

"Neville Longbottom!"

Vincent also made a cheering gesture.

Neville closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then ran over.

"pat-"

He fell down.

But he stood up quickly, and trotted all the way to the stool.

The Sorting Hat took longer than Hermione to decide to sort him into Gryffindor.

Neville, who was full of excitement, stood up and looked at Vincent who was the first to applaud him.

After the other party pointed to his head, he quickly took off his hat and put it back in its place.

"Congratulations, Neville." Hermione on the long table was the second to applaud.

"Thank you." Neville sat next to her.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Hermione, who was about to say something, immediately narrowed her eyes.

Draco, who was walking in a big way, exuded an aura that made her extremely disgusted.

Neville next to him always felt that she was expecting something.

"hurry up--"

hurry what?Hurry up sorting?

He thought that Hermione should be thinking that it would be more reasonable for the other party to fall like him.

But her wish was destined to come true.

Almost as soon as the Sorting Hat touched Draco's shiny blond hair, it grinned and announced the result.

"Slytherin!"

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