Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

Professor McGonagall was like a mother duck, leading a group of chirping ducklings into the hall.

Looking like a little quail, huddled in the crowd, not daring to look at Jack around him, Moqier felt a little funny for some reason. He actually hid more secretly and huddled tighter than this child...

Oh, my damn memories that are almost unforgettable, can those scenes that make people feel that society is dead in retrospect not suddenly appear!

I looked around, but fortunately, no one was paying attention to me.

Hermione, who was standing in the crowd, had a panoramic view of this scene, "Is Professor Cavendish anxious about whether we can enter Ravenclaw?"

Thinking like this, the little girl clenched her fists and secretly made up her mind. No matter how difficult the test is, she must get excellent results and not let the professor down!

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-cornered stool in front of them, and placed a pointed wizard's hat on the stool.

The patched hat began its performance.

“So, we just have to put this hat on.”

Hermione heard the voice of the red-haired boy named Ron Weasley she met on the train next to her, who was obviously relieved.

In fact, not only Ron Weasley, but Hermione heard many people around her sigh with relief.

Her face was a little red with anxiety, what should I do? what to do? If it were that hat that decided which college we should go to, wouldn't there be a lot of uncertainty?

"There will be no mistakes. I have read almost all the extracurricular books." Hermione encouraged herself over and over again in her heart.

At this time, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

Moqier picked up the wine glass and lamented that Miss Aibo was really tough.

There weren't many people he followed, and Jack's last name was Dolohov.

This surname may not be famous in the wizarding world, but in the original book, Jack's father, the man named Antonin Dolohov, was the one who killed Remus Lu during the Battle of Hogwarts. flat.

In this wizarding world, many times, you have to believe in some seemingly absurd coincidences.

Soon it was Jack's turn, and to Mochir's surprise, the Sorting Hat shouted "Slytherin" almost as soon as it touched the child's head.

Jack looked very depressed and walked towards the Slytherin table. The applause given to him on the long table was also sparse.

Oh...a new little wizard who ran away from a Muggle family will join Slytherin's toilet cleaners this week.

The bodies of Slytherins who come from Muggle families are as smelly as their humble blood. This is the "care" from the seniors and sisters of the college.

As the sorting progressed, Professor Flitwick swept away the dejection at the beginning of the dinner. He was like a general who was about to win a battle, and he kept toasting with the deans around him.

For no other reason than those children who wore their hats for more than one minute, with the exception of Harry Potter, were all sorted into Ravenclaw.

This at least shows that when the Sorting Hat was hesitant, these little wizards firmly chose the college that symbolizes wisdom. "Thank you Merlin for allowing these children to make the wisest choice in their lives today."

Professor Flitwick didn't even hold back his curiosity and cast a teleportation spell on Mochir.

"Moqil, I blamed you wrongly. What on earth is going on?"

A happy voice reached Mochir's ears, and he thought about raising a toast in the direction of Professor Flitwick to celebrate, but looking at the gloomy faces of the other deans, he decisively gave up on this decision.

Putting down the wine glass, he immediately explained: "Professor, it's like this. Times are different now. Almost all young wizards from Muggle families, as well as a large number of mixed-race young wizards, have gone to school before entering Hogwarts." They are all Muggle schools, and Muggle schools have always divided each grade into three, six or nine grades. They seem to be called 'rocket class', 'elite class', 'improved class' and 'ordinary class'. Yes, those children have been educated by their parents since childhood to strive for higher-level classes. As long as we let them know that Ravenclaw is the college that values ​​education most, these students will naturally think that Ravenclaw is Hogwart. The highest level of 'Rocket Academy'..."

Wonderful!

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up as he took over Mochir's words, "That's why they spread the rumor of 'not going to Ravenclaw' on the train. This is to lower the vigilance of the new students around them."

"Yes, Professor, this will be the most complicated class of students in Ravenclaw. They have been studying since the sorting."

"What does involution mean?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Moqil's expression. How could he say "bald" with this mouth?

After thinking for a while, I made an excuse for myself, "Professor, this is a Muggle sociological phenomenon that I have recently studied. Specifically, it refers to peers competing to put in more effort to compete for limited resources, resulting in an individual's benefit-to-effort ratio. 'The phenomenon of decline. Can be thought of as "inflation" of effort."

In order to show his professionalism, Moqier also gave an example, "For example, a group of Muggles go to a movie. The people in front stand up to see more clearly, and the people behind them have to stand up as well. The result is that everyone used to be able to sit down and watch movies, but now they have to stand up."

Professor Flitwick thought about the movie "The Silence of the Lambs" that he recently went to see with his friends in Australia. He was stunned for a while and then replied: "This phenomenon is not realistic in the wizarding world. We I would use a levitating spell to lift up the big screen, or give the person standing in front of me an upside-down golden clock."

Mochir: "..."

"Professor Flitwick, Professor Cavendish, I have to remind you that this is the most unfair sorting ceremony I have ever seen in all my years at Hogwarts."

Professor McGonagall's "calm" voice suddenly appeared in Moqil's ears, which scared him so much that his hand holding the goblet trembled.

This was followed by Dumbledore's teasing words: "Professor Cavendish, this is a very creative admissions method, but I don't want these children to be guided by other people's ideas when choosing their own college."

Translated: Well done, don’t do it next time.

Professor Sprout, who has always had a smile like a sunflower, now has an obvious fake smile on his face that looks like a deadly poppy...

Professor Snape...

Tired, destroy it!

Isn't this bullshit?

Emotions Professor Flitwick, this is not a private chat, but a group chat with a few big guys?

Aren't you trying to trick people?

Mochir looked at the Gryffindor table calmly, "As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's the big guys who will be embarrassed!"

But something unusual did happen there.

In the crowd, a little witch with fluffy hair was gritting her teeth and holding tears in her eyes. There was another girl sitting next to her, a very cute little girl with long black hair and an Indian headdress. Unable to bear it anymore, she buried her head on the table and cried into tears.

Hermione comforted her next to her: "Patil, it's okay. Gryffindor is not necessarily much worse than Ravenclaw. There are also many celebrities here. I heard that the principal, Mr. Dumbledore, came from this college." Graduated..." But her voice became softer and softer, and as she spoke, she also sounded like she was crying.

"But...but my sister, Padma, entered Ravenclaw. We are obviously identical twins, wuwu..."

Hermione was still sorted into Gryffindor... The hat barely gave her a second to hesitate.

Done!

The next moment, Moqil received a death stare from Professor McGonagall who turned his head and looked over specifically.

There was a huge sense of crisis, a sense of crisis that he had never felt in eighteen years, which made him want to apparate to another country immediately!