DNF Meets Harry Potter

Naiyali put on the hat and gently reminded the Sorting Hat, and then it recovered from the scene just now.

"Beautiful lady, you really surprised me. Since I started sorting the little wizards since I was born, you should be the perfect one I have seen.

Who taught you the magic just now, your brother? According to Dumbledore, he seems to be quite strong..."

A small voice came into Niyali's ear.

How could Karl beat me, Nayari? Know about the crackling little leather whip?

Although the girl thought so in her heart, the answer she told the Sorting Hat was completely different.

"Karl only knows those gaudy attack magic, how could he teach me this, I researched it myself. I named this magic Deviation·Luohuayu..."

The girl smiled slyly. Of course she made up the name and so on. This kind of appearance magic is not something that she should specialize in. Wouldn't it just come with a wave of her hand?

"You are indeed a dilapidated batch, why don't you thank this lady for cleaning and repairing for you?"

Naiyali is also interested in the Sorting Hat at the moment, and can't help but want to chat with it for a while. After the investigation of her deviant magic power, it was found that the hat did not seem to give birth to her own soul, but it could achieve such a high level of intelligence.

"Wait, how do you know I'm shabby? Karl will never tell you about me!"

Not telling first-year wizards how to sort houses, or even coaxing them into having great horrors, has long been a tradition at Hogwarts for thousands of years.

"Huh~? Do you think ten Galleons are enough?"

Wearing a sorting hat, Niyali tilted her head and said disdainfully: "If Karl doesn't tell me, don't I have other channels? For example, what about the goblins who love money and have a lot of information in their hands?

That little girl Hermione was trying to lie to me by telling me to fight a werewolf head-on. "

After hearing Nayali's answer, the Sorting Hat almost gasped for breath. Is there such an operation?

But in fact, there is still a word in Naiyali's heart... What if it is really a werewolf? With a whip, he couldn't find Bei...

"You are amazing, you are the most amazing little wizard I have ever seen..."

"Congratulations, congratulations~, although I think what you said is not wrong at all..."

The Sorting Hat chatted with Niyali more interestedly. It obviously forgot that it was still in the sorting school at the moment, and a group of students and professors were still waiting for food.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who had returned from the relationship with Wizengamora, was already sitting in a chair. He coughed slightly, feeling a little puzzled.

The Sorting Hat is making wool, maybe it's time to make another hat, and ten minutes have passed.

The old man just rushed to the Wizengamot to wipe the buttocks of the restless Harry Potter, and he was waiting for dinner to relieve his stress after returning.

"Strange, why can't I figure out your thoughts?"

The Sorting Hat, who had been chatting with Niyari for a long time, heard Dumbledore's cough and finally remembered what he should do. Just when it wanted to pry into Niyari's current mind and make a decision, it was surprised to find that the inspirit that was permanently solidified by Ravenclaw had lost its effect.

"I won't tell you, the answer to this question needs to be found by yourself. But, if you really find it, it will be very interesting..."

Niyali smiled lightly, her human body was transformed and differentiated by the great Nyarlathotep, although the power was withdrawn. But not everyone can spy on it, and unlike Carl, her San value is eternally solidified...

"I'm the oldest and most knowledgeable hat in the world, let me guess." The Sorting Hat said unconvinced, "It's brain defense, isn't it?!"

Brain Defense is probably the only magic that can resist Insanity in the wizarding world, so the Sorting Hat immediately thought of this answer.

"No, guess again..."

Nayari shook her head with a smile, and at the same time she gradually began to analyze the secrets of the Sorting Hat in depth.

"Then are you born with a strong spirit?"

The Sorting Hat responded in amazement that the latter situation was much worse than the former.

"Although it's still not right, it can be said that it has touched the edge...Mr. Hat, do you want to continue guessing?"

Nayari said so.

"A powerful magic item?"

"wrong."

...

The Sorting Hat guessed several answers one after another, but it didn't even touch the threshold, which made it feel a little embarrassed when it swore just now.

"Okay, Nayari, you're amazing! So, which academy are you going to?"

The Sorting Hat sighed. It used to sort the little wizards according to their truest thoughts. But he didn't expect that there would be a hard stubble that he couldn't see through today, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Can I choose by myself? I heard from the fairies that you are the one who makes the final decision..."

A mysterious smile flashed across the corner of Naiyali's mouth, her goal had been achieved.

If I can see through you, of course it's up to me to decide. But the problem is...

The Sorting Hat thought so, but in order to save the last bit of face...

"Well~, generally speaking, it's not allowed... But, as the most distinctive little wizard in the millennium, there should be some privileges after all~..."

The Sorting Hat is also slick when it tells lies, and there is no sign of it at all.

"Then I'd better go with Karl, Ravenclaw..."

"Then... Ravenclaw!"

The Sorting Hat yelled out which house Nyari belonged to.

At the moment when the sorting ended, Ravenclaw burst into thunderous applause.

Niari walked towards the cheering Ravenclaw table, and sat down directly next to him.

"You came?"

"I am coming!"

Karl and Niyali looked at each other and smiled, everything was kept silent...

And with the arrival of Naiyali, soon, the sorting ended.

Dumbledore stood up, and another year passed. He looked a little older, but he always gave the impression of being energetic and strong.

His silver-white hair and beard were tied with ribbons, and his semicircular glasses shone with wisdom.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore opened his arms, and the light from the candle made his face a little red. "Welcome to the new students to Hogwarts!"

"Now, the dinner party officially begins!"

With his last sip, the smooth golden plates and cups in front of the little wizards were suddenly filled with all kinds of food and drinks.

The first dinner of the new school year is always extraordinarily...