Hogwarts Melon Eater

Professor McGonagall took out a piece of parchment and adjusted her glasses, "The little wizard I read, please put on the sorting hat and sit on the chair to wait for the results of the sorting."

"Cedric Diggory!"

The handsome boy Cedric looked a little flustered. He almost fell on the road when he came on stage. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up his hat and sat on the animal foot chair.

The Sorting Hat was so big that it almost covered Cedric's head. The little wizards in the audience couldn't see Cedric's expression, they could only see him pinching a corner of his robe nervously.

"Solid, loyal...good in every way...I believe you can get better in Hufflepuff—" the Sorting Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff".

"Roar—" There was a loud cheer from Hufflepuff's table, Cedric heaved a sigh of relief, put his hat on the chair, and ran towards the long table with yellow tablecloth.

Lee Jordan patted his chest, "Looks like you just need to put on that hat."

George was looking for Charlie's figure on the long table in Gryffindor, and he could see that Charlie was laughing happily with a group of friends, "Still fighting with dragons...I can't even see a dragon scale..."

"Being cheated," Fred shrugged, "but we can still cheat Ron and Harry..."

"I think about it, just say that the academy joined the fight with giants at the sorting ceremony this year?" Anna joined the group chat.

"Very good, very good, plus the woods off-road—jump into the mud puddles to find an old hat," George nodded.

After a series of little wizards came to power, Anna heard a familiar name, "Lee Jordan!" Professor McGonagall looked over.

"It's my turn," Lee Jordan muttered as he walked up to the stage, sat down, and put on his hat.

The Sorting Hat twitched on his head for a while, as if thinking, "Industrious, cautious...with loyalty to friends, um...to stand out...difficult to assign...oh? I saw the great courage hidden!"

"Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan excitedly took off his hat and ran towards the farthest table.

Cheers sounded, and Gryffindor's reception was always very warm. Charlie and his friends roared, and the atmosphere became lively.

"Kent Jeremy!"

A small boy ran up. He first tried to see if he could put his hand in through the opening of the Sorting Hat, and then tried to put his entire head in the hat to see what was inside.

"Cough," he didn't put on his hat excitedly until Professor McGonagall coughed to signal him to hurry to sort.

It took less than a second for the Sorting Hat to touch his head, "Ravenclaw!"

Ravenclaw's cheers sounded, and a little wizard stood up and clapped Kent's hands, "Hey! Me too! I wanted to find out what it was before!" They chatted happily together.

Then, Professor McGonagall glanced at the parchment and took a deep breath, "Anna Lawrence!"

"Hey! It's your turn, Anna!" Fred patted Anna's shoulder, "Don't be nervous!"

"Wait for the moment it calls out 'Gryffindor' - Fred and I are definitely the two cheering the most!" George added.

Anna smiled and walked up to the stage, feeling really nervous, just like when she sang at the college orientation party, so many eyes stared at...

She picked up the sorting hat and sat down on the chair.

The hat was so light that she could hardly feel the weight. Anna put it on her head, trying not to think about some rude things, and kept saying in her mind, "Gryffindor or Hufflepuff..."

"Like new things, never lack courage... oh? Want to go to Hufflepuff? Gryffindor is also good... hehehe..." The Sorting Hat twisted on Anna's head, looking very happy, "I Hearing your thoughts, it seems that you are a very assertive little wizard, but-"

Anna felt something was wrong.

"I see your great potential, your distaste for rules and a little 'small' ambition," The Sorting Hat paused for a second, "I was told to stay true to my heart—"

Not good, very bad.

"Slytherin!"

"Roar!" Slytherin welcomed the third freshman of the school year, and their cheers were no less than Gryffindor.

"What?!" The twins were the most surprised, Fred's jaw was about to dislocate, "Slap me now! George! Am I crazy?!"

In the middle of the long table on the stage, Dumbledore's hand to steal the grapes paused a little bit, sorry, why don't she go to Hufflepuff...

Anna herself was also shocked. Did the Sorting Hat agree to listen to the little wizard's thoughts? ! Rowling lied to me!

She stood up in a trance, with an expression on her face as surprised as the twins, and walked towards the long Slytherin table in a daze.

"Miss Lawrence! Keep the Sorting Hat!" Professor McGonagall called to her.

The audience burst into laughter.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Anna came back to her senses, straightened her expression, and put her hat back on the chair, "I'm so excited, I didn't expect..."

She made eye contact with the twins, showing an expression of 'I'm helpless too', then walked to the Slytherin table and sat down.

"Hello, welcome to Slytherin," a black-haired girl stretched out her hand to Anna, "Abigail Karma, I'm Slytherin's prefect, are you half blood? Sorry, I don't often Hearing the surname Lawrence..."

"Hello, I'm not a mixed race..." Anna shook hands with her, "I'm a Muggle-born wizard."

"Oh," Abigail was stunned for a moment, then retracted her hand subconsciously, perhaps realizing that she was being too rude, she hurriedly explained, "That's really... um... Slytherin hasn't been here for about three years. A new Muggle-born classmate, but you're welcome to join us!"

Anna shrugged, the prefect's attitude was still friendly, "Thank you."

Professor McGonagall continued to read the name, Fred and George went to Gryffindor without any suspense, Charlie and their friends and Percy applauded when the Sorting Hat read 'Gryffindor' Come.

Anna also applauded, secretly applauding, cheering for Gryffindor friends in Slytherin... If it is too conspicuous, it will make you look very out of place.

The twins were very happy to see Anna applauding. They sat at the front of the long table amid the cheers. Fred was a little worried, "I think she will be bullied... Merlin's beard! Slytherin! Not only pure blood can enter. ?"

Bullying Anna? George thought about the probability of this happening in his mind, well, it can be almost zero.

"Half-bloods and Muggle-borns can go to Slytherin, too, I have a nasty uncle who's from Slytherin, he's a Muggle-born..." a newborn lion cub rubbing his belly interjected, "You know what? Where is the toilet?"

"Go out and walk down the corridor to the end," Charlie poked his head, "but if you go to the toilet now, you'll miss Professor Dumbledore's wonderful speech!"

The little lion weighed the gains and losses, "Then I'll just bear with it..."

After Professor McGonagall finished her last name, she rolled up the parchment in her hand and left the stage with the sorting hat, the small chair with beast feet following her.

The next session is the leader's speech.

Anna was thinking about when to have dinner in her head, while carefully observing the professors sitting on the long table on the stage.

Among the professors who are generally older than fifty years old, Professor Snape the Black Bat looks extraordinarily young, but in that plain black robe, he looks more conservative than the 100-year-old Headmaster Dumbledore.

[Normal Snape: He, a 29-year-old genius professor, has a greasy face and lack of energy. He seems to lose his temper every day. I can guarantee that this is definitely not menopause! You have to tell him that there are still many beautiful things in this world, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Even if you lose, you have to live with your thoughts - first of all, start with a good wash. Condition: Snape has cool hair; quest reward: ventriloquism +20, memory +50, unknown]

This task... Anna took a close look at Snape's long hair and frowned. Alas, Mr. Tony at the barber shop might feel a little helpless...

Perhaps sensing that someone was slandering his hair, Snape looked in Anna's direction, but quickly moved his gaze to Dumbledore who stood up.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Dumbledore opened his arms, "Vibrant little wizards, it's a new year—"

"Before the dinner, I would like to say a few words..."

A new Muggle-born Badger complained, "In the Muggle world, if the leader adds the word 'simple' before 'say a few words' - it often means that the speech will not take less than half an hour..."

Nymphadora said with a smile, "That's what makes Hogwarts different from the Muggle world."

"What I'm trying to say is," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Idiot, coward, outlier, lack of balance—thank you!"

"Roar!" Although not many people understood the meaning of Dumbledore's words, whatever, the audience cheered.

Dumbledore sat down, smiled and snapped his fingers at the same time. On each long table, there was enough food to kill ten hungry dragons. There were many kinds of food, fried, baked, steamed and boiled. Anna could tell. The meat with the name was basically posted over and over again, and the rich aroma swept the entire auditorium.

Maybe gym class is really necessary. Anna, who is holding sausages in one hand and duck legs in the other, can't help but sigh in her heart.