Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

　　 Along the way, Hema and Professor McGonagall did not communicate much, after all, he was not a person who loves to chat.

　　 Besides, although Professor McGonagall is essentially a person with cold outside and hot inside, his serious appearance at this time still makes people feel a little pressure.

　　 "It's about to start sorting now. Fortunately, you just came here, Mr. Abbot."

　　Professor McGonagall came in from the side door and saw that all the students had been lined up, ready for the Sorting Hat trial.

　　 And Dumbledore, who was sitting in the center, saw him, and smiled slightly on his side. Hema also nodded and bowed, not to mention whether Old Deng would let him enter the plan to eliminate Voldemort in the future.

　　 When Dumbledore saved the baby, he found him a good family and congratulated him on his birthday, which was actually very good to him.

　　 "Go ahead, stand in front, Mr. Abbot, you may be the first to be called out, after all, your sister was the first one last year."

　　 "I see, professor."

　　 Hema nodded, and suddenly thought that his cheap sister is the strongest nail in all Harry Potter books, and the iron-fought Hannah really deserves her reputation!

　　 Hema then walked towards the center of the auditorium, and the other little wizards all turned sideways and looked at Hema, which made him get goose bumps.

　　 "Hannah, this is your brother!"

　　 "Yeah." Hannah looked at Hema, and she was also relieved. After all, she didn't see him on the train and frightened her.

　　 "Why didn't Ron and Harry come?" Neville looked at Hema, and asked Fred and George next to him.

　　 "Yeah, Fred, where did Ron and Harry go? I didn't see them all the way!"

　　 "Maybe it was swept away by Snape's robe..."

　　George made a joke, but he didn't expect what he was saying, and then he chatted with Fred about prank props and the like.

　　 Neville and Seamus next to him glanced at Gemini speechlessly. Ron picked it up, right, but why is Hermione missing?

　　 At the Slytherin table not far away, Malfoy took out a book and looked at it pretentiously, looking sideways at Hema.

　　 "Draco, this year's students all look so average, the basic way is to compare with ours!"

　　 A sharp voice remembered from next to Malfoy, a hand unscrupulously put a hand on his robe, making him startled, then frowned and knocked the opponent's hand down.

　　 "Pansy, don't touch me all right, I have business to do."

　　 Hearing Malfoy's arrogant and cold voice, Pansy's anger that had just risen turned into a mass of warmth, and looked at Malfoy as he admired again.

　　 "..." Malfoy sighed and said nothing, put down the book, and continued to look in Hema's direction.

　　 "Then the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony begins now. Whoever I call now will put on a hat, sit on a stool, and wait for the sorting house."

　　 With Professor McGonagall standing in the center, the branch officially began.

　　 "Dirk Avery."

　　 Hema was also taken aback when he heard this name, rub, he is also a member of the Aibo family, why treat it differently! ?

　　 Under the gaze of everyone, a skinny boy with a bronze skin sat on a stool and put the shabby wizard hat on his head.

　　 After a moment's pause, the hat trembles suddenly and shouts "Ravenclaw!"

　　 Then Ravenclaw applauded and cheered, but compared to last year's Harry Potter, the enthusiastic cheers, I am afraid it is not only now, and there will be no more in the future.

　　 "Next, Hema Abbot."

　　 Hearing her name, Hema also slowly stepped onto the stage, put on her hat, and was about to put on a stool, but found that something was blocking her.

　　 "Mr. Abbot, you can put down the broom on your back first."

　　 At this time, Professor McGonagall’s voice sounded from behind him, and Hema remembered that she was still carrying her big wand, although it was wrapped like a broom.

　　 "Oh, sorry, Professor McGonagall." Hema didn't explain this wand, which was mistaken for a broomstick, and gently removed it from the back strap and put it out.

　　 All the students noticed Hema's movements, and some almost laughed. What is this guy doing, ask the professor to hold it for him?

　　 And just in the next second, when everyone watched the wood bumps fall to the ground, Hema's fingers flashed with a faint light, and the scepter rose to the ground, floating beside it.

　　 After all the little wizards saw this scene, their eyes widened and looked at Hema inconceivably. The senior students gradually turned from smiling faces to shock.

　　Wandless cast spells and silent spells!

　　 Silent spellcasting that doesn’t start until the sixth grade. Even the seventh graders they have, if they don’t practice often, they can control so-so.

　　 But this new-born silent curse is actually more proficient than theirs. Although it is only a small floating curse, he still managed to cast it without a wand at the same time!

　　 My goodness, this guy must come to his academy, this is a genius! Absolute genius!

　　 The students with excellent academic performance are more direct than Harry Potter! Take Hermione, for example, although some people don’t like her, they have to admit that they are excellent.

　　 Suddenly, the prefects of all grades all stared at Hema, who was like the most precious treasure, and even the professor sitting at the head clapped his hands involuntarily.

　　Especially Professor Flitwick, who is in the study of spells, he can't wait to go up and directly announce that Hema is his Ravenclaw student, but in the end he endured it and raised his glass to Hema.

　　 "Beautiful wandless spells and silent spells, everyone should be quiet first, Mr. Abbot has not been sorted yet~"

　　 As the scene became more and more noisy, Dumbledore also tapped the cup with a spoon, and the auditorium suddenly became quiet.

　　 "Please, Mr. Hema." Dumbledore raised Abo with a faint smile, which calmed Hema's flustered heart.

　　 Just now, he was really not pretending to be malicious. He did learn 8 or 9 spells throughout the summer, but that included the use of silent spells.

　　 Without a wand, he hadn't learned how to cast spells. He just used magic subconsciously just now, and then it was done.

　　 He found that he could do this, and he discovered it when he just fell from the air and used the spell.

　　 Speaking of branch colleges, although he also wanted to go to which college, but after thinking about discovering his salted fish, it seems that no college really likes it. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 Although Gryffindors are good, they feel that they are too active and do not meet my energy-saving strategy. Ravenclaw is okay, but he doesn't like to waste his brain.

　　 Hufflepuff, he didn't think he was worthy of this place of honest people, Slytherin, he didn't pursue power so much, and he was not pure blood.

　　 After thinking about it, the hat was buttoned on top of his head, and a hoarse voice sounded from his ear.

　　 "Mum~ it's difficult, you feel like a student from last year... what's the name..."

　　 "Harry Potter?"

　　 "No~no~, Hermione Granger, I thought that she was suitable for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw as well, but in the end she went to Gryffindor."

　　 "But you are different. You are talented and brave. You are smart. You can use everything that is beneficial to advance, but you are kind to others. You have some characteristics of each college."

　　 "Then where should I go?"

　　 "Where do you... want to go?" The Sorting Hat also surprisingly had the idea of ​​asking the little wizard himself, and it could not be asserted for the first time.

　　 "I'm free." Hema also replied, he really thought so.

　　 "..." Hearing Hema's answer, the Sorting Hat fell into a strange silence.

　　 The other little wizards and the students underneath also looked at Hema who had been sitting there for a long time, and clenched their fists.

　　 "Maybe this guy can come to Slytherin, only we Slytherin deserve to have such a talent."

　　 "Wood, this kid is a genius. When you come to Gryffindor, let him try Quidditch."

　　 Following the discussion below, the Sorting Hat suddenly yelled "Slytherin!"