some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 19 The Dirty Sorting Hat

Everyone walked out of the room, passed through the foyer, passed a double door at the back, and entered a super luxurious restaurant.

The other classes in the academy were already sitting around four long tables, above which thousands of candles floating in the air illuminated the dining room.

On four tables were gleaming gold plates and goblets, and on the upper table in the dining room was another long table, where the teachers were seated.

Dumbledore was sitting in the middle. He was wearing a luxurious dark blue robe with many xx and oo embroidered on it, and he had a prominent wizard temperament.

A head of flowing silver-white hair, and an extremely well-trimmed long beard, apart from that, the most noticeable thing is probably the long hooked nose, which seems to have been broken several times.

He wears a pair of half-moon glasses, behind which are two bright blue eyes that are so penetrating that they look like X-rays.

There was an empty seat next to Dumbledore, which should be reserved for Professor McGonagall, and next to it, was a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.

William quickly settled into his seat. After all, in the description of the twin brothers, the professors all have... characteristics.

In other words, strange shapes, crooked melons and cracked dates, uneven...

Therefore, this must be what they were talking about—an old bat, a greasy middle-aged man, Professor Snape.

William shook his head. The two people talked too much, and the words they used were really...accurate, elegant, and connotative.

Professor McGonagall led the first-years into the center of the hall and lined them up facing all the seniors, with the teachers behind them.

Candlelight flickered, hundreds of faces watching them, like pale lanterns.The ghosts were also mixed among the students, shimmering dimly with dots of silver light.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then put a pointed wizard hat on the stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and so dirty it seemed it had never been washed.

William felt that this hat should not be placed on the stool, but should be placed in the sink filled with Liby detergent.

Could it be that the sorting test is to see who can wash the hat the fastest?

Suddenly, the hat twisted, as if doing a shoulder-shaking dance.

There was a wide slit in the brim like a mouth—and the hat began to sing in some strange melody:

"You may think I'm handsome, but don't try to fall in love with me, it will hurt you, but I won't feel guilty, who made me a charming and cute sorting hat."

William felt that Professor McGonagall's lips were tightening. She would probably pull out her wand at any moment and cast a silent spell on the Sorting Hat.

But William was disappointed. Professor McGonagall gasped a few times, and his face regained his calm.

William suspected that she had used a wandless, silent spellcasting, and had cast the earbuds on herself.

The Sorting Hat is still making horrible noises:
"Gryffindor, there is courage buried in the heart;
Ravenclaw, where there is natural tact and wisdom;

Hufflepuff, where there is eternal loyalty and kindness;

Slytherin, there are ambitions and pursuits imprinted in the heart.

Hogwarts, the common home of the four colleges! "

The frequency of the Sorting Hat's twisting is getting faster and faster, like a rock boy who is addicted to music and can't help himself, but in fact he is just a square dancing aunt.

William is still a little lucky. Fortunately, the Sorting Hat doesn't know hip-hop, otherwise he wouldn't be able to play an earthy Rap.

After a full 10 minutes, the Sorting Hat finally completed its annual epoch-making concert. After singing, the audience burst into applause.

The Weasley brothers even cheered from their chairs, only to rush over and ask for their autographs.

The Sorting Hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then remained still, but its mouth was still opening and closing, murmuring something.

Looking at that mouth, a bold idea suddenly flashed in William's mind.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever I call by name now will put on a hat, sit on a stool, and wait for the sorting," she said.

"Artur!"

A black-haired boy walked up immediately.

The hat barely touched his head when it screamed, "Slytherin!"

Satisfied, the boy bowed slightly to the Slytherin table, where there was also thunderous applause.

"Katie Bell!"

A little girl with a ruddy complexion and long, disheveled blond hair hurried out of the queue and put on her hat, which just covered her eyes.

She sat down, paused for a moment...

"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.


The farthest table on the left immediately erupted into cheers, and the twin brothers pulled out a megaphone from nowhere and made a loud noise.

Percy gave them a hard look, but his cheers were loud too.

"Gavan Campbell!"

A boy with curly hair rushed up in a hurry.

"Hufflepuffs!"

The people at the table on the right applauded Jarvan, welcoming him to sit at their table, and the fat monk ghost waved happily to him.

Soon it will be autumn.

Qiu walked slowly to the Sorting Hat, and she put it on.But this time the hat hesitated for a long time before a voice came: "Ravenclaw!"

"Oh, no!" Cedric covered his face in extreme pain. He never expected that the beginning of the second grade would be so gloomy.

Cho sat down next to Marietta Exomo, who was also assigned to Ravenclaw.

"William Stark!" read Professor McGonagall.

William calmly walked to the sorting hat. The hat was more dirty than he thought. The body of the hat was pilled, and there were a lot of patches around it.

The most exaggerated thing is that there is a spider web on half of it, and a little spider is staring at William.

Fortunately, it wasn't a cockroach, otherwise William would really worry about the sanitation of Hogwarts.

He picked up the hat, shook the dust off it, and put it on his head in disgust.

"Hey, boy, what's your attitude?" A small voice came from William's ear.

"Don't deny it—" the Sorting Hat's voice was sharper, "I can see through your thoughts!"

"Hmm, let me kangkang your little head and decide which college you go to..."

William scratched his dark brown hair. He really felt his scalp itchy. This discomfort soon spread to his whole body.

The Sorting Hat seemed to have been greatly insulted, and with its bursting self-esteem, it raised its voice again: "Never! Never! Don't think about me with such nasty thoughts!

I'm a clean freak!Which hat have you seen, bathed in a thousand times! "

For a hat, it is really not a small amount to wash it thousands of times, but you have existed for at least a thousand years. On average, you only wash it once a year? !

The Sorting Hat obviously knew what William was thinking, it hummed and chirped, and changed the subject with chicken feet and duck feet.

Dumbledore coughed twice, reminding the Sorting Hat to hurry up.

Even if he is not hungry, but those lovely students, can they not be hungry? !
————I am the separator of the sorting hat———

Sorting Hat: All wizards, as long as you vote for recommendation, I can sort you into the college you want to go to.

(End of this chapter)