Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 155 The Noisy Sorting Hat
"Obviously not!" The Sorting Hat looked angry, as if this was a great insult to it.

"It's through their character, of course, but it's not so much me choosing the right house for the kids as it is the kids choosing the right house for themselves.

Sorting is not about labeling children or awarding them some sort of certificate.Sorting is more like children choosing a suitable growth path for themselves for the first time: either pursue practical courage, or pursue intellectual perfection, or pursue success at any cost, or choose to be a down-to-earth and loyal good person.

Over the next seven years, the various colleges provide them with ample opportunities to develop themselves in these areas and help them become the people they want to be.In the end, however, growth is everyone's own business.In the future, there will be countless forks waiting for their choices.What kind of person a person grows into depends on his own choice. "

"Oh" Hera drew a long voice, even if the Sorting Hat explained angrily, it couldn't change his previous thoughts, so he waited quietly for the Sorting Hat to speak dryly—even though it was just a hat, it took a lot of effort—Hera then sarcastically said:
"Then why did you call Slytherin before Malfoy seemed to be on his head? Isn't that a label?"

"Bastard! Have you ever seen Malfoy who is sorted into Gryffindor?" The Sorting Hat stood up excitedly from the table, propped up by its brim, and yelled at Hera.

Hera laughed, stretched out her hand to straighten the sorting hat, and pressed it on the table, "Calm down, I believe it might be nice to have some unexpected surprises sometimes, and I believe Big Malfoy will be very 'happy'."

Well, Hera was really curious about how Draco got sorted into Slytherin, he was even stupider than that Weasley's youngest son.

"I will never let his gelled hair touch me!" the Sorting Hat complained. "They all put heavy hairspray on their heads. It will make me wrinkle. No one has cleaned me in all these years."

"I think, if you want, I don't mind cleaning it for you." Hera gestured to take out the wand from her pocket and clean it up. He was the best at it.

Which Sorting Hat became more irritable, and it almost exhausted all its strength to escape from Hera's grasp.

"what are you going to do!?"

"Of course it's to clean you up. Look at the stains on it. It's not easy for you over the years."

"You—don't come here! Come again—I'm going to scream!" The Sorting Hat stepped back step by step, its brim had already reached the edge of the table, and if it stepped back, it would fall to the ground.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded, revealing an unconcealable tiredness.

"Okay, Hera, let's leave the Sorting Hat behind, it's not something that can be dealt with simply by cleaning it up." Dumbledore slowly came in from the door wearing a silver robe, with an unstoppable tired look on his face, even though he tried hard to open his eyes wide, he still couldn't hide it.

"Okay, professor." Hera put away her wand resentfully, and then gave up some unrealistic ideas.

"Hera, I'm sorry, it seems that I won't be able to accompany you to Tulip Manor tonight, and I regret that I didn't have the chance to witness your first Animagus transformation." Dumbledore put his wand on the table and sat behind the desk chair with a long sigh.

Hera almost jumped up with joy, but he calmly controlled his emotions and said with a little regret: "That's really a pity. It seems that I can only go alone. I hope that Mr. Flamel will have experience in this field."

"Alone?" Dumbledore asked in surprise, "I was going to ask Minerva to go with you"

"Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes, after all, she is quite skilled in Transfiguration." Dumbledore nodded.

Hera hesitated for a moment, not sure if he needed to be accompanied by Professor McGonagall.There is no doubt that Professor McGonagall will keep a close eye on Hera, lest he run away directly; but as an Animagus, she will definitely help Hera a lot, so that Hera will not be occupied by animal thoughts during the first transformation.

"I think. If there is Professor McGonagall." Hera's tone was not sure, he hadn't made up his mind yet, and now was probably his only chance to leave Hogwarts, but this was the Animagus he had been longing for.

"It's a good choice. I've already told her about Minerva. You just need to wait for her to put on a clean cloak—she has a cold today, and she doesn't want to drink the cold potion—I think you can start in a quarter of an hour." Dumbledore patted Hera's shoulder with his palm, and smiled on his tired face, as if he was pleased with Hera's decision.

"Uh" Hera turned his head to look at the palm on his shoulder, and then at Dumbledore's wrinkled face, and he finally suppressed his words.

It is obviously not a wise move to defy Dumbledore's arrangement.Especially now that he has planned everything.

"Go to Minerva, she should be ready." Dumbledore let go of Hera's shoulders and rubbed the back of his head, "Go."

"Okay, professor, then you can go to bed early." Hera bowed slightly as a gesture.

"By the way," just as Hera opened the door and was about to leave, Dumbledore seemed to suddenly remember something. "The Sorting Hat is a very important property of Hogwarts. Don't do anything strange with it."

"I know, I won't." Hera nodded and left the principal's room quickly.Leaving the money, he saw the time on the clock, it was a quarter to eight.

Professor McGonagall's office is a small study next to the corridor on the second floor, and it will take some time for him to get there.

Standing in the corridor, the expected Professor McGonagall did not appear.

After confirming again and again that she did not go to the wrong room, Hera stood at the door and pondered for more than ten seconds, then tried to knock on the door, "Professor McGonagall?"

"Immediately, immediately." Professor McGonagall's voice came out of the room, and there was an indescribable haste in his words.

Hera raised her eyebrows and stood in the corridor waiting with her shoulders crossed.

Time passed by, and Hera felt that he had stood outside for an hour before Professor McGonagall's door slowly opened.

She still has the same square eyes as before, her black hair is curled into a high bun, and she wears a dark green robe that looks like a Slytherin Gryffindor. Her shirt is Scottish plaid, and she wears a wizard's tall pointed hat on her head, and a unique thistle wreath on the brim of her hat.

"Your body hasn't changed at all!!!"

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