Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

As soon as Professor McGonagall left, the little wizards were like a flock of birds frightened by a hunter, chattering among themselves and discussing.

The thing they discussed the most, apart from waiting for the sorting ceremony that was about to start soon, was the famous "savior" in the wizarding world - Harry Potter.

Many young wizards have heard that the "Boy Who Lived" will enroll at Hogwarts this year.

This means that Harry Potter will be on the same level as them, what exciting news!

Even now, some young wizards are secretly staring at other people's foreheads, trying to find the legendary lightning scar.

Unfortunately, perhaps because it was covered by hair, they found nothing in their first exploration of Hogwarts.

In a corner beyond the crowd, Draco Malfoy came to Theodore with his two tall followers, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

At the same time, he also noticed the black figure next to Theodore.

Malfoy paused for a moment, but continued walking towards Theodore.

"Theodore."

Different from his usual high-profile and showy tone, he was much more restrained, and the arrogance between his brows was also reduced a lot.

Only then did Theodore notice Malfoy and the others. He looked at Amon subconsciously, but found that Amon ignored him, so he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face Malfoy.

"What are you and...your brother looking at?" Malfoy stopped and said softly.

He glanced at Amon from the corner of his eyes and found that Amon was looking in one direction with interest.

What's so interesting?

Malfoy subconsciously turned his head to look in that direction, and saw four little wizards——

A little wizard with green eyes and wild hair;

A little witch with thick brown hair;

A little wizard with a round face and a slightly fat body;

And a little wizard with red hair and blue eyes.

Malfoy's goldfish eyes were dazzled by the dazzling red color, and the expression on his face instantly turned to disdain and disgust, as if he had been licked by a bison.

Malfoy's first reaction was to go up and ridicule, but at this moment, he felt a very familiar, as if substantive gaze falling on him.

Little Malfoy's pale and thin face seemed to have suddenly become paler, without any color at all.

He turned his head and smiled stiffly at Theodore without saying anything more.

On the other side, Amon, who sanctioned Malfoy with a glance from the corner of his eye, continued to observe the group of young wizards as if nothing had happened.

Ever since he gave the three Malfoys who came to trouble him a hard lesson physically and mentally when he was a child, they no longer dared to yell in front of him——

As an unsociable "other people's little wizard", it is normal to be regarded as the target of bullying, especially for a proud little wizard like Malfoy.

Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle on his right eye, staring at the green-eyed little wizard.

After a moment, for some reason, he sighed with regret.

Then Amon seemed to have entered the sage time and became less interested. He glanced aimlessly at the piles of excited and blushing little wizards in the room.

After a while, Professor McGonagall walked in and led the freshmen through the foyer again, through the double doors, and into the auditorium.

……

The auditorium hall is very spacious, enough to accommodate the teachers and students of the whole school.

The decoration in the auditorium is also full of magical elements——

High walls reaching to the ceiling;

The enchanted ceiling was like black velvet, dotted with stars, looking as deep as the night sky;

There were many candles floating in the air.

At this time, the four long tables were already filled with senior young wizards.

They all cast curious glances at the protagonists of tonight's banquet, guessing which little wizards would become new members of their academy.

Directly in front of the auditorium is a long table dedicated to the school's faculty and staff. The current principal, Albus Dumbledore, sits on a large ornate golden chair in the center of the guest chair, together with the deans and professors of the four major colleges. Looks like I've been waiting for a long time.

Professor McGonagall asked the freshmen to line up in a row with their backs to the guest of honor, and then placed a four-corner stool in front of them.

On the stool was placed a patched, worn and dirty bonnet.

After being placed on the stool, his hat twisted and cracked a slit like a mouth, and he suddenly sang:

"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge people by their appearance,

If you can find a smarter hat than me,

I can eat myself.

......"

Amon didn't care at all about the strange singing of the Sorting Hat, but looked at it with interest, full of curiosity about this broken hat with its own mind.

After a while, the Sorting Hat finally finished singing. Professor McGonagall came forward with a piece of parchment. After introducing the sorting process, he read out the first name:

"Hannah Abbott!"

A little witch stepped forward, picked up the sorting hat and covered her golden hair.

"HUFFLEPUFF! (Hufflepuff)"

The Hufflepuff table burst into warm applause to welcome the new student who joined the big family.

And then the next one.

The whole sorting ceremony went smoothly until a little wizard's name was called out——

"Harry Potter!"

The auditorium suddenly fell silent for half a second as if the pause button had been pressed, followed by heated discussions.

From the freshmen to the old students and the professors, everyone was talking and watching. Even Dumbledore, the old bee, slightly adjusted his sitting posture and looked much more formal.

Fortunately, the "star-chasers" in the wizarding world were still sensible and did not rush to interrupt the sorting ceremony.

The Sorting Hat and Harry seemed to have a good chat, and finally:

"GRYFFINDOE! (Gryffindor)"

The Gryffindor table erupted with unprecedented violence, like a victorious army;

The long Ravenclaw table looked very reserved, and everyone clapped and offered their congratulations;

The Hufflepuff table was as Buddhist as ever, just applauding Harry happily;

The Slytherin table seemed to be a group of shoehorned goblins, with ugly faces and sparse applause.

The sorting ceremony continued without any further problems, until again -

"Amon Nott!"

The discussion this time was not as intense as before, and the people discussing it were all senior wizards and professors in the sixth and seventh grade who were familiar with the magic world.

At the guest seat, a short wizard who looked a bit like a goblin was extremely excited. He said in a high-pitched voice to a witch with brown hair and dark green eyes next to him:

"Amon Nott? I mean, he is the 'born prophet' with vision in the Nott family? Just like Trelawney, you and your great-great-grandmother Cassandra Trelawney ?”

"Oh, yes, but compared to my great-great-grandmother and me, he is not even just starting out." Sybill Trelawney seemed to be uncomfortable talking to other professors, and just responded vaguely.

Other professors were also discussing, after all, they knew all too well what it meant to be a prophet with a vision - just look at Trelawney.

Trelawny can obviously only make unconscious predictions, which is much inferior to those centaur prophets who can only predict the future through astrology and other means.

But she successfully predicted the "Savior", which is enough to prove the value of the gift of vision.

Therefore, although she is only a dabbler, she has not fully developed the potential of her talent.

But Dumbledore was still willing to use the position of Hogwarts professor to protect her - maybe she had foreseen something unconsciously.

Therefore, for professors, being able to teach such a special little wizard is no less fulfilling than teaching the "Savior"!

At this time, a professor wearing a purple turban who looked a bit obsequious looked at Amon who was walking out of the team, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

Amon ignored the messy sounds around him. When he came to the four-corner stool, he took the Sorting Hat in his hand and looked at it inside and out.

I looked left and right, and even reached out and took it out, but unfortunately I didn't find anything.

It wasn't until he got tired of looking at Professor McGonagall and the Sorting Hat that Amon took off his own hat and put on the Sorting Hat.

"Little wizard? Are you a prophet with vision? Then, you might like Ravenclaw." The Sorting Hat started chattering as soon as it touched Amon's head. It had obviously just sorted out some information from the surrounding voices. information.

"And he is also curious and bold. No little wizard has ever stared at me like this before, even though they are also very curious about me." The Sorting Hat continued to mutter.

"It seems like you would be a good fit for Gryffindor."

"From your thoughts, I can also feel the complete ambition and determination to achieve the goal by any means... Slytherin?"

"It's really a difficult choice. In the past few hundred years, there have been very few little wizards like you who have made it difficult for me to make a choice."

"Well……"

When the Sorting Hat fell into a T-junction of thinking, Amon suddenly asked:

"Sorting Hat, do you remember how you were made?"

"Ah, of course." The Sorting Hat, which was interrupted from thinking, became excited when it heard this question. It crookedly sang a song on Amon's head:

"That was more than 1000 years ago,

I have just been woven into shape,

There were four famous wizards,

Their names survive to this day:

Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp,

Fair Ravenclaw, from the peaceful river,

Kind Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

They share a dream, a wish,

At the same time, there is a bold plan,

To bring up young wizards,

That's how Hogwarts was founded.

The four great wizards

Each builds his own academy,

in the students they teach

Valuable talents vary.

According to Gryffindor, the bravest

deserve the highest reward;

According to Ravenclaw, the most intelligent

always the most promising;

Hufflepuff felt that the hardest working

are most eligible for admission to the Academy;

And the power-hungry Slytherin

I like those ambitious teenagers the most.

The living years of the Four Wizards

Pick out the best students by yourself,

But when they sleep in Jiuquan,

How to pick out the talents among the students?

It was Gryffindor who figured it out,

He took me off his head,

The Big Four have injected me with ideas,

From now on, it’s up to me to choose and evaluate! "

Amon did not interrupt the Sorting Hat, who was singing enthusiastically, and listened carefully to every word of the lyrics until the Sorting Hat stopped because it was still full of meaning.

"I think I know which house you should go to, don't you? This is definitely the right choice, and I believe you will be very satisfied with it." After singing the song, the Sorting Hat seemed to be suddenly inspired, and it said happily, and then ——

"REVENCLAW! (Ravenclaw)"

The applause of the little wizards at the Ravenclaw table seemed to be more scattered. The house where Amon was discussed the most just now was Ravenclaw, and they naturally welcomed this extremely talented little wizard to join.

Amon was also a little surprised that he was not sorted into Slytherin. After all, he had too many Slytherin traits.

But it doesn't matter, no matter which college it is, it actually doesn't have much influence on him. After all, he still has to go step by step and follow his own plan.

Amon changed back on his hat, walked towards the long Ravenclaw table that welcomed him with applause, and sat down after bowing in response.

Professor Flitwick, who was the guest of honor, was the most excited at this time. He screamed "ah" and jumped up, stood up on his chair and danced.

As Head of Ravenclaw, he now felt like he was swimming in a sea of ​​butterbeer.

But on the other side, a thin wizard with sallow skin didn't look so good-looking. He snorted coldly to express his dissatisfaction——

As a descendant of the Nott family of the 28th pure-blood family, and his father is a Death Eater, Amon was not sorted into Slytherin. This is simply incredible!

Snape even suspected that Dumbledore had tampered with it, but when he thought that Amon was not sorted into Gryffindor, he immediately rejected this idea and turned his attention to the Gryffindor table. On a figure.

It was Gryffindor, and Snape's eyes became colder and more complicated, like a mess of failed potion in the crucible.

……