Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 12 Sorting Hat

Hagrid led them ashore, and after climbing the stairs, the gates of the college could already be seen.The large iron gate of the college was black and looked rusty. When they arrived, there was already a short wizard standing at the gate.

"Oh, Hagrid, you're finally here." This short wizard was only as tall as Hagrid's knees, and even shorter than Maureen and the others.

Hagrid sniffled, and said, "I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, I can't help but take freshmen past Reverse Falls every year..."

"I understand, I understand, those days were not easy for anyone." Professor Flitwick nodded, and then greeted the first-year freshmen: "Everyone come with me! The next step is to sort the freshmen."

Flitwick looked old, but his figure was still vigorous. He led the first-year students into the Hogwarts auditorium.The auditorium is very huge, and the bright starry sky can be seen through the ceiling, and a round of moon is looming among the clouds.

The huge Hogwarts auditorium was divided into four long tables, and the students from the four houses looked at the first-year students noisily.There are many teachers looking at these students in front of them, and the one in the middle is a very strict Principal McGonagall.

"Which academy do you think we'll go into?" Hugo asked.

Mo Lin shook his head and said, "I don't know, no one knew before the separation."

"I don't go to Slytherin, that's where Voldemort came from. My dad said that if I don't enter Gryffindor, I will confiscate all my Wimbledon Hornets posters." Hugo yawned.

Lily said indifferently: "Slytherin isn't that bad, at least that's what Dad said."

The crowd was bustling, people were jostling each other, the new students were guessing which house they would go to, and the Muggle-borns were looking around nervously, everything seemed so strange to them.

The old black sorting hat was placed on the stool, crumpled and patched, and some holes seemed to have been burned by flames, which was dilapidated.

"James told me the Sorting Hat was narcissistic," Hugo whispered.

"Narcissism?" Mo Lin was a little puzzled.

"Just look at it." Hugo said.

The old Sorting Hat sang a song amidst everyone's discussion:

-

I'm just a hat,
But please don't underestimate me,

If you can find a hat smarter than me,
I just eat myself up.

Hogwarts has survived the storm,

It depends on the unity of the college.

The final battle 21 years ago,
I dominated the contest between darkness and justice,

Gryffindor's sword cleaves a light for this glorious day,

I won't forget that moment,
that holy moment,
Dawn and brilliance mingle,
Flickering in my chest.

I witnessed that moment.

Perhaps you belong to the brave Gryffindor,

Perhaps you belong to the wise and witty Ravenclaw,

Perhaps you belong to the shrewd and noble Slytherins,

Maybe you're one of the good Hufflepuffs,

But no matter which college you belong to,
You all need to let me decide.

A very clever hat,

A hat for defeating Voldemort,
A hat that determines your future,

An incomparable and one-of-a-kind hat!

-

"It's very narcissistic." Mo Lin said with certainty.

Lily said with a smile: "My father said that the Sorting Hat was actually very modest in the past, probably because after being burned by Voldemort's flames, his brain was burned out and he became a chatterbox."

"My God! It still has a brain? Are those patches?" Hugo said fussily.

Both Maureen and Lily snickered, and then Maureen said, "But then again, the hat did play a key role in that battle, and it lasted a lifetime, I mean, it outlived us after all. It’s still long, right? Wait, it’s immortal, right?”

This is a very serious question. Gryffindor, one of the founders of Hogwarts, took off his hat and used it for sorting. Now the people of the past have passed away, but it is the only one that can sing, which is really extraordinary.

Maureen had read from "Hogwarts, the Unforgettable Battle" that this humble wizard's hat once played a key role in the decisive battle against Voldemort. Professor Longbottom drew the sword from it and cut off Voldemort. A snake beside him killed a Horcrux.

Professor Flitwick was standing on a nearby chair, a roll of parchment stretched across the floor, longer than his entire body. "Here comes the man whose name I read."

"Toby Carat."

The boy who was in the same boat with them just stumbled towards the hat and tripped over the steps, looking very nervous.

The Sorting Hat said, "Relax, I won't just draw out my sword and attack you."

Many people laughed. The Sorting Hat has indeed become very different from before. 21 years ago, it seldom spoke except for singing a song that had been pondered for a year during the sorting to prove its sense of existence.

Toby put on the hat, and within two seconds, the hat shouted loudly. "Gryffindor."

The students at the Gryffindor college table immediately applauded to welcome the new students, and Flitwick began to pronounce the second name again. The new students lined up one by one, and the Sorting Hat would say a word or two to everyone, For example, say to Dubis boys: "Young man, your eyes are very similar to a murderous Death Eater named Anthony Dolohov 21 years ago, but he was defeated by the stun spell of the heroic Professor Flitwick, then It is a very standard stun spell that can be included in textbooks, perfect and powerful."

Professor Flitwick puffed up his chest, coughed slightly, and looked a little proud.The Sorting Hat sorted Dubis into Slytherin, and a girl named Ruili stepped forward, and the Sorting Hat said again: "Beautiful little girl, your hairpin is the same as the hairpin of Lavender who died heroically. Same style, that was a brave girl, may she rest in peace."

Ruili's face turned pale, she looked a little uncomfortable, and hurriedly took off the hairpin on top of her head.

When Hugo was called, he pouted and picked up the hat, but the Sorting Hat yelled, "Hey, respect your old man! You pulled my ear."

Hugo's eyes widened, he felt a little baffled, where are the ears of this hat?But he refrained from complaining, and put on his hat.

"Another Weasley, but unfortunately his brain is not very sharp and his actions are too rude." The Sorting Hat said without hesitation.

Hugo's lips moved silently, judging from his lips that he was swearing.

"Calling a smart hat will result in confinement," the Sorting Hat said again.

Hugo rolled his eyes, this hat is really difficult to deal with.

"Gryffindor!"

Hugo got his wish and was assigned to Gryffindor. When he walked to the Gryffindor table, he muttered: "A hat and ears?"

"One of the Weasleys, I can hear what you say. Only a wise man can see my ears." The Sorting Hat shouted from behind.

Hugo blushed, and hastened to leave.

No one knows where the ears of the sorting hat are, but then the freshmen are cautious when picking up the sorting hat, and no one wants to pull the so-called ears and eyes of the sorting hat.

"Maureen Walker."

Professor Flitwick had already pronounced Maureen's name. Maureen was not nervous, and walked forward happily. Before he picked up the Sorting Hat, the Sorting Hat had already said, "Tsk tsk, you look like the one you were in West West 21 years ago. The tower used the petrification spell to defeat the Death Eater Selwyn's bald wizard Alton, I remember the bald wizard, although he had no hair, he had courage."

"That's my grandfather." Mo Lin said in surprise.His grandfather also participated in the battle at Hogwarts back then, and Arthur Weasley had informed him about it, and the Sorting Hat even knew about it.

"I hope you won't be bald like him," said the Sorting Hat.

"Thank you, I have very thick hair." Maureen put the sorting hat on his head. He was still very satisfied with his thick hair, which was inherited from his mother.

"I doubt it." The Sorting Hat said proudly, "But courageous people are always worthy of respect. From your eyes with different colors... Oh my god! Different color pupils, by the way, these eyes, That's right, those eyes..."

"What happened to my eyes?" Maureen asked curiously.

"Treasure those eyes, they are extraordinary." The Sorting Hat lowered its voice mysteriously, and said in a voice that only Molin could hear, "Odd-color pupils, there is an ancient magic hidden, you have to dig it out its potential."

"What magic?" Maureen asked impatiently. When he played with Muggle children, he was often teased by those boys because of those eyes.

But the Sorting Hat didn't answer him directly, and had already shouted: "Gryffindor."

Mo Lin frowned, and found that the Sorting Hat had no intention of continuing to explain, so he could only take off the hat and walked towards Hugo.

(End of this chapter)