I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

Professor McGonagall turned around at this moment, looked at this year's freshmen, and said seriously: "Welcome to Hogwarts, follow me now, you need to wait in the side hall for a while.

I hope you will keep quiet while I leave, because the sorting ceremony will be one of the most important moments in your lives. "

After Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, she seemed to remember something again.

Turning his gaze to Ian in the crowd, he added: "Mr. Titus, although you are joining the class, you will also need to attend the sorting ceremony with the new students later."

After saying this, Professor McGonagall turned and left.

The moment she closed the door, the freshmen who seemed to be under a petrification spell just now returned to their original form.

Except for a few precocious girls who were silently watching Ian in a daze, most of them were chattering about the sorting ceremony and emphasizing the reliable sources and top secrets of their information.

"I think there has to be an experiment. Fred and George said it would hurt us a lot, but I think they were joking. After all, they always like to play pranks on people, don't they..."

While Ron was telling Harry, he seemed to be comforting himself, not noticing Harry's slightly pale face.

Harry, who was eager to find comfort, had to turn his head around, and by chance he saw Hermione reciting a spell...

At this moment, the little wizards all showed a sense of impatience and anxiety. Fortunately, this situation did not last long before they were interrupted by a ghost that suddenly appeared from the wall.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts glide across the room unbridled, whispering to each other, pretending to pay little attention to these first-year students.

Accompanied by the screams of the students, fortunately, these ghosts also completed their self-introduction and the unique annual college promotion, and then made a grand exit through the wall.

Professor McGonagall seemed to see all this, holding on to time, waiting for the ghosts to complete their tasks and exit collectively before returning to the side hall.

With a serious expression and sharp eyes, he stood there without making any movement. He just glanced at everyone. His powerful aura made the freshmen, who had just been bustling like they were on an outing, instantly become silent.

"Now, line up single file and follow me!"

Professor McGonagall said to these freshmen who at least seemed to be well-behaved.

In 1991, the sorting ceremony at Hogwarts officially began.

…

Professor McGonagall led a group of nervous but well-behaved little wizards, striding resolutely towards the auditorium.

Although the atmosphere at the moment was very solemn, for some reason, the short dubbing video he had seen always appeared in Ian's mind, the scene of Mother Duck traveling..." Everyone behind him followed and started counting: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...'

Entering the hall of the auditorium, you come to this magical, magnificent place.

Students of all grades in the four colleges were sitting quietly and solemnly on their long tables. Countless candles arranged neatly above the tables and floating in the air became the light source here.

Ian carefully discovered that these seemingly simple candles did not produce wax when burning like ordinary candles.

"Amazing magic!"

He admired inwardly, then turned to look at the teacher's seat in the hall. The long table was filled with gleaming silver plates and various goblets.

The most surprising and magical thing is the ceiling introduced in the original work. The velvety black ceiling was twinkling with stars, looking exactly like the quiet night sky.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall slowly walked to the four-cornered stool placed in front of the first-year students, and then gently placed a pointed wizard hat on it. The hat looked dirty and had various patches on it.

You may think I'm not pretty,

But never judge a book by its appearance,

If you can find a prettier hat than mine,

I could eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat black and shiny,

Make your top hat smooth and crisp,

I am the magic hat used for testing at Hogwarts.

Naturally, it is superior to your hat.

Any hidden thoughts in your mind,

No one can escape the magic hat's golden eyes,

Put it on and try it, and I'll tell you,

Which college should you be assigned to.

Come wear me! Don't be afraid!

Don't panic!

In my hand (even though I don't even have a hand)

You are absolutely safe!

Because I am a thinking magic hat!

The hat that suddenly started singing a song also made all the freshmen look deceived.

As the Sorting Hat's song ended, the audience burst into applause.

"I knew I couldn't believe what George and Fred said. They lied to me again...again...I'm going to write a letter to my mother and say they are causing trouble at school."

Ron now understood that the so-called sorting ceremony was to wear a hat, even if the hat looked very dirty.

Although he was often pranked by his two brothers, this time he was really angry, and he couldn't help but plan to take revenge - write a letter to his mother.

Professor McGonagall, who was waiting quietly on the side, also took out the parchment held in his left hand.

"Now, please come up to anyone whose name I read."

…

"Hannah Abbott"

…

Professor McGonagall called out the name of the first new student this school year.

After Ian heard the name, he felt inexplicably relieved and looked at the rosy-faced girl with two golden braids.

After hearing the sound, she, who was still a little immature at this moment, hurriedly walked towards Professor McGonagall, but her steps revealed a bit of the demeanor of a crowned king...

…

"Lavender Brown"

…

"Millicent Burst"

…

New students came up one after another, and the sorting ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner until-"Harry Potter"

The hall instantly became a little commotion, with students whispering among themselves, all discussing the legendary Boy Who Lived who defeated the mysterious man.

Harry also looked nervous at this moment. He sat on the stool with his eyes closed, his hands tightly clasping the edge of the stool, and his mouth seemed to be mumbling something.

A long time passed before the Sorting Hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

Wow, thunderous applause erupted from the Gryffindor table, and every Gryffindor student cheered.

Among them, George and Fred, the most exaggerated ones, jumped on the table, waving their arms and shouting: "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

Ian looked at the scene in front of him calmly, and a sentence that he had forgotten he saw there came to mind - 'The door to magic is now opened, and the journey of fantasy begins! ’

Everything is as usual, Harry, Ron, and Hermione belong to Gryffindor, while Malfoy, Goyle, and Blake are stationed in Slytherin.

Ian found that except for himself, all the student branches remained unchanged.

As time goes by, except for Ian, there is only one student left who is waiting for sorting. After the freckle-faced boy in front of him goes up to complete his sorting ceremony, it is finally Ian's turn.

"Ian Titus"

With the loud voice of Professor McGonagall, the hall became noisy again.

The difference is that this time the main force is all girls, and the voices of Yingying Yanyan are rising one after another. The effect produced by Ian at this moment is no worse than Harry's.

However, he turned a deaf ear to this, ignored the girls who kept passing on "information", and walked towards the Sorting Hat calmly.

Ian does not intend to be opportunistic about his sorting ceremony, or the so-called "persistent sorting type".

He just wanted to follow his heart and let the Sorting Hat decide which house he belonged to.

Because he had already planned to do this when he decided to come to Hogwarts. First of all, he doesn't follow the plot at all, and he doesn't seek benefits, so he can be accepted by any academy. The second is that he really wants to use this to see where he really belongs.

…

"Well, it's amazing. You are so enthusiastic about every college. This is so rare. You must know that after the four deans poured their thoughts into me, there are only a few students who are the same as you and have the same enthusiasm for the college. Without any prejudice, I love every one of them..."

Ian does treat all four houses equally, not just the adult mind.

It stems more from his love for magic and a sense of happiness that dreams come true. Under this kind of happiness, choosing any academy is an indiscriminate pleasure.

"Perhaps you can hurry up. After all, there are too many people waiting for the dinner to start."

Although he didn't mind being sorted into different schools, Ian really didn't like the feeling of sitting here and being watched by the whole school.

"Oh, I discovered it. Although you hid it very well, then...Ravenclaw!"

While the Sorting Hat read out loud, warm applause broke out in the school uniforms with sky blue shading and the long table belonging to Lawenclaw. Several little girls were even so excited that their faces turned red. In sharp contrast, the other three The college seemed a little silent.

Ian put down his hat and walked to the long table belonging to Ravenclaw. He ignored the empty seats deliberately made for him with obviously impure motives, and casually found a seat at the back to sit down.

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