Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 21 Sorting Ceremony
Dumbledore's glasses are as if Conan has discovered the real murderer, and the lenses will light up in a blink of an eye.

"Of course, it's my honor." Hera ignored Quirrell who was crazily pinching himself under the table, and replied gracefully and lightly.

While the two were talking, the double doors of the hall opened.

A line of freshmen came in led by Professor McGonagall, including Harry.

Dumbledore's attention was also on the new students, and Hera also stopped the chat with interest.

Chatting with Dumbledore was really tormented. God knows what kind of hole this old fox will dig for himself.

You know, this is the man who defeated two generations of Dark Lords, how could it be as glorious and great as the outside world said?

Those who play strategy have a dirty heart!

Professor McGonagall lightly placed a four-cornered stool in front of the first-year students, and put a pointed wizard hat on it.The hat was patched, worn out, and very dirty.

But these are not within the scope of Hera's consideration, he only thinks about eating at the moment!
let's eat!Let's eat now!

If I don't eat anymore, the bag of Bibi multi-flavored beans and licorice magic stick that I hid before is almost finished!
But everything has to wait until the end of the sorting house. Fortunately, there are not too many new students in Hogwarts every year, as long as there is no embarrassment.

Hat embarrassment is an old Hogwarts term used to describe students whose sorting process takes longer than 5 minutes, exceptions where the Sorting Hat takes an unusually long time to deliberate.

It happens very rarely, maybe once every 50 years.

Hera is like a hamster who steals snacks in class. When everyone is not paying attention, she stuffs a few Bibi multi-flavored beans, or lowers her head to take a bite of the licorice magic stick.

Quirrell looked at Hera's hopeless appearance, and the contempt in his eyes was almost substantiated.

Voldemort looked at Hera with relief through Quirrell's eyes.

"It's really good, the food is delicious."

The Sorting Hat, as in previous years, sang an ugly song and used the lyrics to black Slytherin.

Hera's angle was just right enough to see Snape next to Quirrell, his hands were tightly clenched, and his face was tense, as if he had encountered something extremely annoying.

After the Sorting Hat sang, the audience burst into applause, and Hera also took advantage of the applause to pour Bibi's multi-flavored beans into her mouth, and chewed them quickly a few times.

The Sorting Hat bowed to the four dining tables, then stood still.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps towards the new students, and read according to the order of the parchment in his hand.

"Whoever's name I call now, put on the hat, put it on the stool, and wait for the sorting."

"Hannah Abbott!"

Everything seemed to be in order, but Hera was not feeling very well. In order to make a good impression on Harry, he didn't eat many snacks, and even secretly took a few licorice magic sticks when Harry was not paying attention.

As for Bibi multi-flavored beans?
That was something Harry didn't dare to eat, and Hera, based on the principle of not wasting it, "reluctantly" solved it for Harry.

The sorting ceremony went quickly, until a girl, the Sorting Hat considered for four minutes, announced that she was sorted into Gryffindor.

"Hehe, isn't that the little guy?" Hera looked at the little brown-haired witch with interest. Does she have the courage?
I'm afraid it's not reckless! ?
Sure enough, a stupid lion.

Hera thought so, without her, she probably would have eaten fried chicken legs that were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and at the same time silently wrote down her name——Hermione Granger.

It seems to be of Muggle origin, and there seems to be no Granger in the pure-blood family.

But when Hera was delighted to find that only a few people were left, the Sorting Hat hesitated again.
This time Hera recognized it. It was the boy with a round face who loved to cry. He lost his toad and cried about it. He must be a mediocre Hufflepuff, right?

"Gryffindor!"

The face hurts.
When the Sorting Hat called out 'Gryffindor', Neville took the hat and ran away. If it wasn't for the roar of laughter, he probably wouldn't have known he had taken the Sorting Hat away.

After a bunch of young wizards were divided into houses, finally, it was finally - "Harry Potter!"

There was a sudden buzzing and whispering hissing like a small flame in the dining room at the sound of Harry's name.

"Damn Potter!"

Hera heard Snape cursing in a low voice, it seems that Snape and the Potter family have a bad relationship
The Sorting Hat was placed on Harry's head, and then it fell silent again.

Hera was a little impatient waiting, so what's the point?
Gryffindor!I speak for you.

With his mindless appearance, if he doesn't go to Gryffindor, should he go to Slytherin?

"Gryffindor!"

The Sorting Hat called out the last name to the entire restaurant, and Hera applauded excitedly. Finally, Harry also finished sorting, and he was one step closer to leaving the meal!
Hera didn't believe it anymore. Could it be that the next three little wizards still took more than 10 minutes?

I dare not say anything else, just that Weasley, who knows with his toes that he will definitely go to Gryffindor.

Fools are contagious.

But after Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, he saw Hera on the high table showing a gratified expression, and his heart was full of joy-Hera didn't hate himself because he didn't go to Slytherin.

In fact, Harry still really wanted to go to Slytherin, after all, Hera also graduated there.

However, the Sorting Hat insisted that he had great courage, and abruptly sorted him to Gryffindor.
Hmm. Harry can't cover the mouth of the Sorting Hat and call out Slytherin, can't he?

The sorting ceremony was finally over, and Dumbledore stood up and delivered a simple speech, but Hera didn't pay attention to the content, because...
Finally served! ! !
Shove a lamb chop straight into your mouth with a fork.

Life is complete!
Hogwarts food is placed outside, at least one meal is required. Uh no, two Galleons!

Hera tried her best to maintain her elegance. There are so many people here, it can't be like last time, it's too detrimental to her image.

A cool boy character collapsed into a starving ghost.

Although he slowed down, Hera's mouth didn't stop for a moment, which made Quirrell's original idea of ​​talking to him a few words in vain, so he could only chat with Professor Snape beside him.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone." Dumbledore stood up, and the restaurant returned to silence.

Hera slumped on the chair, gently rubbing her stomach from an angle that the students under the stage could not see.

Sure enough, it is still the most comfortable to eat!
It's like going back to sleep.
Wait, what did Dumbledore say earlier?

(End of this chapter)