A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

Mag came back soon, and the ghosts immediately left through the wall and went to the next door.

According to her request, the little wizards lined up in a single row, with a dark-skinned Indian girl in front of Unieff, followed by Hermione.

Out of the room, through the foyer, through a double door, into the resplendent auditorium.

Four long tables stretched from the door to the end, with gleaming gold plates and goblets on them. Students of all grades from various colleges sat around, and thousands of candles floating in the air illuminated the auditorium. .

There was another long table on the upper stage of the auditorium, which should be the seats of the teachers. Unieff glanced at it and immediately found that the three-pointed seat where Dumbledore was supposed to be sitting in the middle was empty.

Haven't come back yet? He was slightly disappointed.

Continuing to look to both sides, he saw Snape in a black robe sitting in a corner seat.

Snape seemed to have sensed something, and his eyes instantly landed on Eugene, his eyes narrowed like a conditioned reflex, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, but he quickly turned his eyes and saw Harry who was talking to Ron in front of him. His brows stood up immediately.

It seems that no matter what changes occur, Snape's "love" for Harry will not diminish in the slightest.

Next to Snape sat a man in a ridiculous scarf, pale and young, who always glanced at Dumbledore's place.

Unieff held his eyes, and he saw a double image on the teacher's face, which gave him a similar feeling to the lightning scar on Harry's forehead. It must be the legendary Quirrell double-faced person.

Then there was Gardwin, who even moved a chair and sat on the far side, his face seemed a little smug.

It is estimated that I have only sat in the student seat before.

Mag brought them to the long table, and asked them to line up facing all the senior students. Hundreds of faces were mixed in the candlelight, and Unieff thought of the mourning hall for some reason.

Then, I saw McGonagall move a tall four-legged stool, and put a tattered pointed wizard hat on the stool, which was covered with patches and was filthy to death.

Are you going to wear this thing later? Unieff frowned deeply, his cleanliness fetish.

Not far away, Harry had a very nervous expression. He still remembered the legend of the "Split Cap", and the experience along the way was really terrifying.

No matter what they were thinking, in a word, everyone was staring at this hat, and it had become the focus of the audience.

I saw the hat twist, and a wide slit opened at the brim, like a mouth, and then I heard it sing:

You may think that I am not pretty,

But don't judge people by their appearance,

……

Any thoughts hidden in your mind,

Can't escape the golden eyes of the Sorting Hat,

……

Because I am a thinking hat!

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the audience burst into applause. It bowed to each of the four dining tables, then stood still.

Mag took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in his hand.

"Now, classmates who reported their names, please come this way, put on your hat, and then decide which college you want to go to." She glanced at the parchment and called out the first name.

"Hannah Abbott."

A little girl with two blond braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes. She sat down.

"Hufflepuff!" cried the hat.

There was a burst of cheers from the long table on the right, as if the unpleasant experience on the train had been forgotten.

"Susan Burns."

A soft and cute little girl with a round face walked over hesitantly.

"Hufflepuff!"

The long table on the right burst into cheers again, but it seemed to be a little weaker.

"Terry Boot."

"Ravenclaw!"

This time the second table on the left clapped, but there seemed to be the fewest people there, so the sound was not as good as before.

After calling a few more people, Unieff found that the order was probably based on the initials of their surnames. He figured it out, it should be his turn soon.

Just thinking about it, he was called.

"Universal Garrel."

One hand poked his waist, turned her head and saw that it was Hermione. She raised her small fist and made a "come on" mouth.

What's so good about this kind of thing. But Unieff couldn't help but smile.

He walked over, picked up the hat, and had a terrible slippery feeling.

It's been a long time since this broken hat was washed. He wanted to pull out his wand to clean it up.

But he held back, and it would be fine in a while, he put on his hat and sat down.

The Sorting Hat twisted on his head for a while, rubbing his scalp fiercely, as if it was going to shave him off.

Unieff endured it silently, feeling like every second was like a year, thinking if he could hurry up, he probably had to wash his hair tonight.

After an unknown period of time, a small voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"I can't read it," said the hat. "I can't read it for the first time in more than a thousand years."

"Empty, empty, quiet, where should I assign you..."

"Whatever you want..." Unieff urged in his heart, "Can you hurry up..."

He felt that the oil stains from the hat were about to seep into his scalp.

But the hat couldn't read his thoughts, it rubbed it a few more times, and said softly: "Can't be understood~www.novelmt.com~ Maybe because your hidden wisdom is higher than mine, maybe you are suitable for LaVine Crowe."

Unieff heard the hat calling out the name of the hospital to the entire auditorium. He immediately took off his hat and walked quickly to the Ravenclaw table. A brown-black-haired boy stood up and shook hands with him: "Welcome to Ravenclaw."

Then there was a girl with long curly hair.

They seem to be prefects.

"Thank you." Eugene thanked politely and found a seat to sit down.

Then he caught a glimpse of Gadwin smiling at him.

Yes, they are now residents.

After Unieff, it was Hermione's turn again, Granger and Garrel were close together.

The Sorting Hat smacked its mouth in dissatisfaction and called out the name of "Ravenclaw".

Hermione took off her hat and glared at him, making him a little confused.

However, she immediately smiled again and ran straight to the long Ravenclaw table, shaking hands warmly with the two prefects.

Afterwards, she sat next to Unieff.

As soon as she sat down, her face changed, and she said, "Do you know what the Sorting Hat said?"

"What did you say?" Eugene asked.

"It said that my thoughts were also difficult to read, I could barely see some, but I didn't really want to waste that mental effort..." Hermione said speechlessly, "Then it took a hard look and separated me from you. ."

Unieff looked at her expression and asked, "What's wrong? What's your dissatisfaction with Ravenclaw?"

"No! Ravenclaw is fine!" she emphasized.

"It just feels like it's too casual to read to me." She explained the reason, "I read it to you so seriously, it's something that will affect my whole life!"