Hogwarts Blood Curse Martial Arts

"Move forward now." A high-pitched voice said: "The sorting ceremony is about to begin."

Professor McGonagall came back to lead the new students away, and the ghosts disappeared through the opposite wall. Everyone walked through the foyer and entered the luxurious auditorium through a double door at the back.

Students from other classes were already sitting around four long tables, and there was another long table on the stage at the top of the auditorium, which was the seat of the teachers.

Extrapolating from more than 30 freshmen, Chen Bin assumed that less than 5% of the families would not attend Hogwarts. He also assumed that the life span of wizards was 100 years old, and set the error value at 20%. The maximum number of wizards in the UK was only 3,780.

This does not rule out that the First Wizarding War destroyed more than 20% of the population, nor does it rule out that some wizards have particularly long lifespans.

For example, Grindelwald's great-aunt is still alive and well, but Grindelwald is already over 110 years old.

How old is his great-aunt? You taste it, you taste it carefully.

In other words, the Minister of Magic leads a community with a population that can challenge the Muggle society with a population of 57 million, and a village-level school like Hogwarts has cultivated the power to defeat the Muggle navy, army and air force.

Awesome or not?

The awesome General McGonagall, oh, wrong. The arrogant Professor McGonagall took the first-year students there and asked them to line up in a row facing the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them.

The ghosts were also mixed among the students, shining with hazy silver light, contrasting with the twinkling stars on the dark ceiling.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool and a pointed wizard hat in front of the first-year students, and the broken hat began to sing a song automatically. After Chen Bin pretended to be very interested in listening to the song, he clapped his hands along with the thunderous applause of the crowd. The magic hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

Professor McGonagall held a roll of parchment and said: "Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting."

After a pause, she began to read the name. "Hannah Abbott!"

Sister Aibo, who was the first among countless fans to appear, walked out of the queue with a rosy face. She indeed had two blonde braids, she stumbled as she walked, and her eyes were covered after putting on a hat.

Chen Bin has heard Isabel talk about many British and French fans, so he is very familiar with this paragraph. With his eyes closed, he can know what the Sorting Hat will say after he pauses for a moment.

"Hufflepuff!"

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, and she quickly sat down at the table. The ghost she had just chatted with also waved to her.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Hat again.

Susan quickly ran over to Hannah and sat down.

"Terry Butt!"

"Ravenclaw!"

When each little wizard is assigned to a house, the students at that table will clap and applaud.

When Terry joined them, several Ravenclaws stood up to shake his hand.

Sometimes the hat called out the name of the college immediately, and sometimes it took some time to make a decision, but finally it went on in an orderly manner.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione trotted over to the stool and hurriedly put the hat on her head.

"Gryffindor!" shouted the hat.

Ron snorted in disapproval.

Chen Bin saw Harry's face turned pale, and of course he knew that he was thinking wildly, but he didn't point it out.

When Malfoy's name was called, Malfoy walked over boldly.

However, an accident happened!

The hat thought hard for a long time, and finally shouted: "Hufflepuff!"

"Fuck! Why is this happening?" Chen Bin was petrified! The story has changed!

Hufflepuff's selection criteria for students are loyalty and honesty. Aren't the students they cultivate often considered innocent?

Chen Bin immediately looked at Dumbledore on the stage, but found nothing unusual about him, or that the old man had never been normal. "Did Lao Deng do anything? Why?"

Draco Malfoy also had a wrong look on his face. He sat on the stool and was stunned for a few seconds. He was rushed to the Hufflepuff seat by Professor McGonagall, where he was warmly greeted by his classmates.

His friends Crabbe and Goyle sat on the Slytherin side, staring blankly at Draco Malfoy.

At this time, there were not many people left, and it was finally the turn: "Harry Potter!"

The crowd was buzzing and discussing.

"Potter, is she calling Potter?"'

"Is that Harry Potter?"

Chen Bin didn't pay attention to what people were discussing. He didn't even notice when Harry walked to the Gryffindor table. Prefect Percy stood up and shook his hand tightly.

The Weasley twins shouted, "We have Potter! We have Potter!"

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall repeated Chen Bin's name twice that he noticed that it was his turn to be sorted. The young wizards behind him who had not yet been sorted into other schools were surprised that he was in a daze.

The hat was put on Chen Bin's head and he thought for a full minute, but there was no result, which made the students all become curious.

No one expected that Chen Bin was thinking: "It is impossible to learn magic, and it is impossible to learn magic in this life!"

"Isn't it powerful enough? Even if I, Chen Bin, starve to death and die outside, even if I jump from here, I still won't be able to use magic to cook noodles - oh~~it's so delicious!"

"A unique trick! There are thousands of curses, safety is the first priority. If the spelling is not standardized, your loved ones will burst into tears."

"Nirvana: I want everyone to know that this potion field is owned by you! It's covered! Yoyoyoyo, skrrrrr! Do you have Free Style to cast spells?"

The Sorting Hat waited and waited, and finally shouted "H-Q-"

"Yes! Sure enough, you can get into Hufflepuff by pretending to be mentally retarded." Just as Chen Bin was about to take off his hat, the Sorting Hat immediately whispered: "Mr. Naama, the sorting ceremony is not over yet, and I was almost deceived by you. You are very powerful. Occlumency.”

Chen Bin knew that the White Devil was a master of Legilimency. Of course he had been practicing Occlumency since he was a child, and he also knew how to turn it into a blood curse!

However, he had a bad premonition now, and Hat continued to mutter: "The person who deceived me last time also had the last name of Naama, and I still tried to trick me for 20 years... Well, you have bottomless magical power. She looks a lot like her, so she should be able to get into Slytherin."

"I don't want it, it's very dangerous there." It's impossible to enter Slytherin. In this life...

"Don't you want to go? You are very smart and suitable for Ravenclaw, but you are too cunning. Hmm... you have a righteous heart, huh? How could you have been fighting against evil forces for more than ten years? Heart?"

Chen Bin rolled his eyes and thought, "Will I tell you that I was a policeman for more than ten years in my previous life?"

"Gryffindor!!!"

"Fuck! This is more dangerous!" Chen Bin took off his hat angrily.

All the students in the audience looked at him in surprise because he just spoke in Chinese.

Chen Bin suddenly turned around and stared at Dumbledore on the stage. The latter's eyes instantly shifted to the starry sky in the ceiling, and he whistled softly.

"It must be because he is too old to do anything." Chen Bin became angrier as he thought about it, and walked towards the Gryffindor table with a solemn face, ignoring the cheering classmates.

Then, he suddenly smiled strangely and sat down gently.