Hogwarts: Fusion of all things multiplied by ten thousand

In any case, the fusion of the dragon has been put on the agenda, indicating that there will be another vacancy, so this time the fusion can be slightly more difficult.

Hope has not yet thought about the specific choice, and when Hogwarts arrives, he needs to find materials for magical creatures.

Hope has already had an idea in his mind. The place with the most materials is not any professor's office, but Hagrid's hut.

Moreover, Hagrid is a rare genius, and the matter of the blasting skrewt will fall on Hagrid, so it is imperative to make friends with Hagrid.

Hope raised his head slightly, perhaps he needs to prepare a gift, what is more suitable.

Time passed slowly, the sky outside the window gradually dimmed, and night was about to come.

However, at this time, the train was about to arrive at the station, and everyone began to prepare to get off.

They did not need to take the suitcases off the train, and there would be house elves to help deliver the suitcases to their dormitories.

As soon as he got off the train, he saw the huge Hagrid, who looked as tall as a floor.

He took a boat to the gate of Hogwarts and came to the auditorium as soon as he entered the door.

A bunch of young wizards were chattering, their faces showing excitement and worry about the Sorting Ceremony.

Hope looked normal, observing the thousand-year-old castle.

Under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, they entered the door of the auditorium, and the scene suddenly became clear.

The auditorium was much more spacious than Hope had expected, and it was not so crowded. At this moment, all the students except the freshmen had sat down, and many eyes were looking at them. Among them, more people were looking for the boy who survived the catastrophe.

A group of professors sat in the professor seats in front.

Professor McGonagall walked to a chair with a list of freshmen in her hand.

On the chair was a weathered, patched hat that looked particularly dirty.

You know, something will be covered with dust if it is left for just one month, let alone a thousand-year-old hat.

Maybe he can find traces of a thousand years ago on the Sorting Hat?

As the Sorting Ceremony began, Hope looked at the Sorting Hat.

He turned on the treasure perception, and the fluorescence of the Sorting Hat alone was enough to tell that it was a rare treasure.

But hidden within this glow was an even brighter glow: a sword!

Hope saw the Sword of Gryffindor very clearly, hidden in plain sight inside the Sorting Hat.

"Harry Potter!"

Unconsciously, Professor McGonagall had called Harry Potter's name.

The result was no surprise, Harry went to Gryffindor.

As the result of the Sorting Hat was announced, there was a loud applause from the Gryffindor table.

"Hope!"

The next name was Hope. In the eyes of everyone, Hope walked out slowly and came to the Sorting Hat.

Unexpectedly, there was still some tension in the end. Hope immediately smiled and looked forward to it.

He picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on his head, and then sat down.

Because the brains of these little wizards are still a little different from those of adult wizards, half of their heads were directly stuck in the Sorting Hat.

"Let this Sorting Hat see which house you are suitable for?!"

Hope suddenly heard the slightly exaggerated voice of the Sorting Hat, chattering on and on, as if it could talk all day even if no one responded. The slightly noisy voice could be compared to the little wizard. Hope gradually became distracted by the voice and did not listen carefully to what the Sorting Hat kept chattering.

Instead, he sensed the big sword of Gryffindor.

This was not difficult for him.

The sword was hidden vertically in the Sorting Hat.

Hope should be thankful that the sword was pointed up and the hilt was down, otherwise he would never dare to wear this hat.

If the tip of the sword is facing downwards, then this hat doesn't need to be called the Sorting Hat, but the Execution Hat or the Beheading Hat?

Hope raised his head slightly, the sword was right above his head, he even felt like he could touch it.

As this thought came out, he seemed to really touch the hilt of the sword.

Hope was stunned, he felt a real heaviness on his head, still a little unsure, and shook his head immediately.

However, with this shake of his head, the hilt of the sword deviated from his short-haired head, slid and fell directly. The sharp blade passed by his face, almost close to his body, and Hope was shocked. Suddenly, I felt tense and a little cold inside.

Snap!

The sword with a ruby on the hilt hit the chair and finally fell to the ground.

In an instant, the whole hall was quiet, and everyone looked at the sword on the ground, a little confused.

What was going on? In so many previous sorting ceremonies, such a thing had never happened, and I had never heard of such a period from the old man.

After a moment, the whole hall was noisy, and all the students were talking about what was going on!

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the professor's seat, looked at the sword on the ground, his eyes flickered slightly, with a hint of surprise.

Some of the other professors knew what it was, while some saw it for the first time and were as confused as the students.

McGonagall was next to Hope. Seeing this scene, her eyes sparkled slightly under her glasses. As the head of Gryffindor, she naturally knew what it was.

And she had been teaching for so many years, but this was the first time she encountered such a situation, and she had never heard of such a situation before.

This was the sword left by the founder of Gryffindor, but it suddenly appeared in the sorting ceremony of a freshman. It was inevitable that there would be some meaning in it.

"Oh! The Sword of Gryffindor! You actually took it out! There is no doubt that you are a natural Gryffindor!"

At this moment, the Sorting Hat was like a cell phone that suddenly turned up the volume. The huge sound rang in Hope's mind, making his brain numb. He almost pulled the Sorting Hat off and threw it on the ground.

""Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat shouted loudly, and the Gryffindor students immediately stopped wondering and applauded. When

Hope heard this, he immediately took off the Sorting Hat.

"Pick up this sword of Gryffindor and put it in the sorting hat, Mr. Hope. It appeared because of you, so you have to put it back."

McGonagall said with a kind face, which surprised the Gryffindor students. The dean usually had a stern face most of the time.

Of course, the main reason was that those Gryffindor students who were like monkeys made McGonagall have to have a stern face all the time.

Hope heard it and obediently picked up the sword of Gryffindor on the ground. It felt a little heavy in his hand, and he could clearly see a name engraved on the sword.

Godric Gryffindor!

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