This Hogwarts is not normal

The Slytherin table burst into thunderous applause, which immediately caused serious dissatisfaction at the Gryffindor table.

The twins took the lead, and countless lion cubs booed from the air.

"Ding Ding-"

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, Principal Dumbledore, who was wearing half-moon glasses at the center of the staff table, knocked on the wine glass with a small spoon.

Mag, who understood, glanced at the twins who sat obediently before calling out the next name.

It can be said that the booing skills of these two are getting better every year.

The auditorium, which had been quiet and orderly for ten minutes, suddenly burst into noisy discussions.

Harry, whose name was called, stepped out of the queue blankly.

A little flustered, he put on his hat under the watchful eyes of the entire auditorium.

His expression was more tense than Hermione's or Neville's.

"Gryffindor!"

Everyone, including the faculty, applauded.

"We've got Potter, we've got Potter!"

The twins stood up and cheered loudly under McGonagall's stern eyes.

With such an enthusiastic response, Vincent would be lying if he said he was not envious.

Especially the potions professor with his chin propped up, with those extremely fiery eyes.

As expected, the golden retriever student has good hands and eyes, and he has already arranged for Mr. Potter, who still hasn't shaken hands, in this short time.

"Ron Weasley!"

After the penultimate Ron went up, it was his turn to be the only freshman who was still standing.

"Gryffindor!"

As soon as the blue-faced Ron came to Harry, he collapsed on the chair next to him.

"He's my brother!"

"Fine, Ron, that's great."

Compared with the excited performance of the twins, Percy's tone was a little exaggerated.

McGonagall smiled and nodded at Vincent before saying the last name.

"Vincent Wayne!"

The sparse voices of discussion meant that he was a bit hot.

As the saying goes, contentment is always happiness.

He put on his hat and sat down, eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

1 minutes passed,

2 minutes passed...

For a full five minutes, Vincent and the Sorting Hat seemed to be petrified, motionless on the stool.

"Interesting child." Dumbledore quietly stuffed a small candy into his mouth.

The last time the Sorting Hat considered it for so long was more than 40 years ago.

That little girl has now grown into the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts.

With every second added to the time, the records of this century are being broken.

Another minute passed, and Vincent finally moved his fingers.

In fact, he stretched himself thinking about it.

"What is he doing?" Hermione wasn't the only one who thought so.

The hundreds of wide-open eyes present couldn't understand why he had to change to a more comfortable position.

"Maybe it's because of the long wait..."

No matter how soft Neville's voice was, many people in the silent auditorium could hear it.

And that's exactly what happened.

A full 10 minutes have passed since Vincent put on the sorting hat.

McGonagall quietly came to the staff table, bowed his head and talked with Dumbledore.

"Mr. Wayne once wrote to me during the holidays to inquire about magical talent."

"Minerva, we may be welcoming an unprecedented little wizard."

Dumbledore slightly lifted the half-moon glasses on his crooked nose, his blue eyes focused on the most eye-catching figure in the audience.

"Professor, shall we wait forever?"

"Of course, the sorting ceremony is a Hogwarts tradition."

Mag relaxed slightly, "I hope it won't be too long."

Draco at the Slytherin table, his eyes eagerly waiting for something to happen.

What a wonderful thing it would be if the Sorting Hat finally said that he had no talent for magic and kicked Wayne out of school.

He felt that when the time comes, he might as well come forward as the son of the school manager to keep the other party.

make friends?

nonexistent.

The young master of the Malfoy family wanted this man to suffer all kinds of humiliation at Hogwarts, and he couldn't even quit school voluntarily.

While he was imagining a bright future, a very weak voice suddenly sounded in Vincent's mind.

"Ha, finally came in—"

From the looks of it, the Sorting Hat should be talking to him.

He raised his hand and glanced at the mechanical watch, and murmured, "25 minutes..."

The auditorium suddenly became lively.

"Merlin's beard! This is probably breaking the record of nearly 500 years!"

Percy's shocked face startled the twins.

The brother in my memory would only show a similar expression when they deducted points from Gryffindor College.

"This will be written in the school history..." Hermione was both happy and sad.

This thug must have gotten lucky.

The Sorting Hat chattered a lot in Vincent's head.

It said it was very thankful to itself, remembering Salazar Slytherin's Legilimency technique.

Combined with Rowena Ravenclaw's Wisdom bonus, it was able to break through the automatic defenses of the natural Occlumency Master.

"Son, why don't you talk?"

Vincent knew it would happen.

Even if he could speak in his mind, it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

"Okay, I've spoken."

Not only the Sorting Hat heard this, everyone heard it.

The auditorium fell into silence again, leaving only Vincent talking to himself.

"Turn it off? How do I know how to turn it off--

What do you ask me to do?I still want to ask you——

This...isn't appropriate. "

Hogwarts, a millennium-renowned school, ushered in a most difficult student in history.

He has the courage to speak for himself in full view,

Excellent academic performance since childhood,

Before entering school, I have made several friends,

He was also preparing to plot against the young master of the Malfoy family.

The most important point is that the Sorting Hat cannot know any thoughts.

Vincent looked at the Gryffindor table.

The twins blink mischievously,

Hermione turned her little head aside,

Neville gave him a cheering gesture.

Looking at the Ravenclaw table, Cho smiled.

The fat monk at the Hufflepuff table patted his chest with his hips akimbo.

Draco at the Slytherin table kept thinking.

"My choice is..."

He turned his head and glanced at the staff table.

Gugu, who seemed to have no legs, kept tilting his head left and right.

It clearly means to choose at will, anyway, the treatment that should be given must not be less.

Vincent, who was feeling chilly all over his body, looked over the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor wearing a turban.

The greasy-headed old bat professor who taught potions next to him had a problem with his eyesight.

Waiting for half an hour is so impatient, there are definitely a lot of small shoes to wear when I go there.

The Charms professor with some goblin blood smiled at him.

The fat professor of herbalism smiled more kindly.

Both are worth considering.

But when he looked at the transfiguration professor who could turn into a cat, he already knew which college to choose.

No matter how powerful the dean and school directors are, can they still outshine the principal and vice-principal?

"Ahem——" Vincent cleared his throat, and looked up at the wide brim of the old hat.

"Mr. Hat, my choice is Gryffindor House."

Even though it has been talking about the life of Godric Gryffindor just now, this choice is undoubtedly the most suitable, no matter from an emotional or reasonable point of view.

The mouth of the Sorting Hat raised sharply upwards: "Gryffindor!"

"Great!" The twins responded with the most excitement.

They stood up and shouted: "We have Wayne, the Wayne who made history!"

The little lions of Gryffindor cheered loudly under the booing of the two.

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