Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 29 Scrubbing (asking for tickets, asking for collection, asking for investment, please!)

There was a small commotion when Ron's words fell.

The little wizards who had already sat at the long tables of their respective colleges touched their heads and hair at the same time.

Especially those little girls.

They looked helplessly at their new friends beside them, with broken expressions on their faces.

1000 Years of Fermented Dandruff
Mom!Why is this happening to me.

The girls who wished to cast a six cleansing spell on their heads to cut off the roots of their troubles fell into endless collapse.

"You you you you you you you you you"

The Sorting Hat twitched and trembled, and didn't say a complete sentence for a long time, and you didn't see anything to say after a long time.

"It's true that I haven't bathed in more than 1000 years."

The Sorting Hat sighed helplessly, he is an honest hat.

"but!"

Immediately, his voice became high!
"You are insulting my innocence! Where is the dandruff from more than 1000 years ago, you are creating something out of nothing! You have kept it secret! Fabricated it out of thin air!"

"My old hat has lived for more than 1000 years, how could I have been wronged like this!"

"There should be lice, right? It's common sense if you haven't bathed for so long." Ron stared at the hat and stabbed him in the heart casually, "Lice that have been multiplying for more than 1000 years."

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

The hat that fell into madness again kept twisting its body. Ron's words not only broke the defense of those little wizards, but also immediately stabbed the Sorting Hat so much that blood spewed out from the heart.

The old hat whose blood pressure had risen several times twitched violently, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

"You! Put! Fart!"

He finally choked out a foul word.

"Principal Dumbledore!"

The old hat turned his mouth and turned himself towards Dumbledore's position.

"Aba Aba."

"What are you talking about?"

Dumbledore, who was regarded by the old hat as an off-site help object, was squinting his eyes sadly at the moment, and his eyes behind the half-moon glasses showed a trace of confusion.

"Looks like Hogwarts is underthinking."

Dumbledore spoke heavily, and the old hat, which was already bloody, slumped down on the four-legged stool instantly after being stabbed in the back by him, looking hopelessly belching.

"Mom! I'm dirty!"

The girls who cried "Wow" broke down and shed tears. Suddenly, the originally quiet restaurant was almost blown away by these sad howls one after another at this moment.

Not only those young wizards who had just gone through the sorting, even the seniors felt uncomfortable at this moment.

Is there anyone here who hasn't experienced sorting?

Thinking of the 1000-year-fermented dandruff and the thousand-year-old fleas, a pang of itching hit the top of their heads, and they twisted their bodies in extreme discomfort, fidgeting in their original positions and suffering.

"Look, there's a layer of mud here."

Ron took out a piece of hard jerky from his body, which was food for Lukexi to grind his teeth. The jerky, which was like a branch, scratched lightly on the hat, and then successfully rubbed off a lump of black stuff.

He held up the stick and moved closer to Dumbledore, and for the first time an embarrassed but polite smile appeared on the old man's face.

"I see, Mr. Weasley, thank you for your reminder, we will pay attention to it in the future."

"Then can I wash it?"

"Excuse me, if you want." Dumbledore, who had recovered his normal expression, nodded and agreed.

"Then." Ron drew his wand.

"Floating into the air."

The thick, long and heavy iron birch wand flicked lightly, and there was no flaw in the standard textbook-like casting gestures.

The magic hat lying on the stool was lifted by an invisible force and floated in mid-air.

"Excellent levitating spell, it's a pity that you haven't completed the sorting, I can't give you extra points now." Dumbledore said with a smile, and he watched Ron's movements with interest.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Ron accepted his praise unceremoniously, and studied hard for a month. Ron can do more than that.

"Clear water is like a spring."

A high-pressure torrent as thick as an ordinary person's thigh shot out from the tip of Ron's thick wand. This exaggeratedly powerful spell shocked the students.

I saw that the roaring water column hit the sorting hat with lightning speed and poured in from below, and the surging water column filled the body of the devil hat in an instant.

"Wurrr~rrr~" As if drowning, the Sorting Hat made a strange sound, but it only lasted for a second. A stream of black sewage rushed out suddenly.

Because of the influence of the floating spell, the sprayed water column didn't splash around, it dripped all over the ground, and a large floating water polo appeared very quickly, in the middle of the water polo, the old hat didn't know what to do floats and sinks in the center.

The clean water that should have been pure was polluted by jet after jet of black sewage sprayed from the mouth of the hat.The water polo, which had turned into a black-gray turbidity, made people want to vomit.

"It seems that there are no fleas, but there is a little more mud."

Ron, who used his wand to direct the water to rotate and scrub through the air, told everyone the great news. The girls who almost used the wand to shave their hair and become nuns were greatly relieved. The most terrifying thing was gone, but they Still not happy.

After all, this hat is too dirty.

"Clean up."

Waved the wand to wipe away the dirty water in an instant, the tip of the wand sprayed out a stream of clean water again, and continued to wash the old hat inside and out.

After changing the water three times, the old hat with strange black stains could no longer be washed out. It was floating in the air. The first time I took a bath, I met such a rough scrubber, and I felt that the skin was rubbed off. The Sorting Hat on the first floor didn't even have the strength to speak.

"What a disgusting feeling"

The old hat spat out a mouthful of clear water, and muttered numbly.

"It seems that this is a novel experience for the Sorting Hat."

Dumbledore waved his finger lightly, and all the water vapor evaporated from the wet hat in an instant. As a drying spell commonly used in the family, there was nothing special about it, but it was cast without a wand and cast silently. Ron couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

Ron knew that Dumbledore's little hand was for him to see, and the scheduled make-up class on Saturday was probably to teach him how to cast spells without a wand and how to control his own magic power.

"But after washing it, it looks much better than before, right!"

Although there are still many patches on the old hat, the hat that is no longer dirty reveals his original color. This is a dark blue magic hat, definitely not the black and lacquered appearance before. It is a thousand-year-old old hat. The mud covered him with clothes.

Although the color of the hat has faded due to the long time, it can still be seen that the original appearance of this hat is definitely quite gorgeous. The silver silk thread draws a decorative pattern similar to a star map on the hat , Ron doubted that this hat should have been contributed by Ravenclaw.

Among the four houses, Gryffindor likes red, Slytherin likes green, Hufflepuff likes yellow, and blue, starry blue is Ravenclaw's favorite.

As for the great sword of Gryffindor hidden in the magic hat. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are a pair, there is no problem.

"Okay, okay, satisfied." The old hat muttered, and then he was put on his head by Ron. "Let me see what you're thinking."

"Oh, look no further, the Weasleys."

The old hat made a complaint.

"Gryffindor!"

He said without hesitation, the Gryffindors of the Weasley family are not joking, this family has adventurous blood in their bones, although Ron came from time travel, but when he couldn't read the memory of time travel, The old hat doesn't intend to act against his conscience, he has integrity!

A burst of cheers rang out from the Gryffindor table, not to mention anything else, just Ron's violent beating of Slytherin on the train was enough to make the lion cubs cheer for Ron.

Gryffindor has been suffering from Slytherin for a long time. He was beaten by Slytherin for seven consecutive years, and the Snake House took the Hogwarts House Cup seven times in a row. , The little lions are very happy with Ron's arrival!

(End of this chapter)