A little badger from Hogwarts

"Which house do you think Harry Potter will choose?"

This is the hottest topic among young wizards this year. After all, he is the savior. It would be so honorable if the savior chose his own academy.

From now on, I can hold my head high when I go out.

Under normal circumstances, Hufflepuff does not discuss such publicity matters. The principle of the little badgers is to be low-key and do things in a high-profile.

But Harry's identity is indeed unusual, and Hufflepuff has been gaining momentum in the past two years, so they have expectations.

Listening to the buzzing discussion among the little badgers around him, Hart did not join in, but he was happy with the fighting spirit they showed.

The past Hufflepuffs cannot be said to be bad, but they were too low-key and had no fighting spirit at all, which made it easy for people to look down upon them.

"You Hufflepuffs are the only ones who still want to accept Harry Potter? Ha, I'm afraid only Merlin's resurrection can make your dream come true."

The little badgers were having a good chat among themselves and didn't offend anyone, but the Slytherin group insisted on getting in the way, and they were very rude.

The little badgers immediately glared and retorted angrily: "Didn't your parents teach you not to interrupt when others are talking? Is this the most basic courtesy? Or are you all uneducated people?"

"What kind of upbringing do I have for you filthy Mudbloods? You should be grateful for allowing you to stay at Hogwarts." Slytherin held his head high and looked like he was giving alms.

Such behavior made the little badgers even angrier. They neither stole nor robbed, and they gave you so much charity!

Many people rolled up their sleeves and prepared to give Slytherin a weapon criticism.

Hart was certainly unhappy because Slytherin was picking on him like this, but he suppressed his anger when he looked at the professors who were looking at him.

"All sit down."

The little badger heard Hart's words, but he was aggrieved and had no reaction.

"You want to beat the Slytherins first in front of the professor?" Hart reminded everyone.

After hearing the professor, the little badgers glared at Slytherin and returned to their seats, but their clenched fists still showed their inner uneasiness.

There was a burst of laughter at the Slytherin table. It was obvious who the target was.

Feeling the tense atmosphere in the air, Hart sighed. The conflict between the two colleges was so deep. Although the root cause was their different positions, the direct conflict was his actions towards Snape.

Otherwise, Slytherin's attitude towards Hufflepuff should be one of ignoring, scorning, and throwing it aside.

Only when facing Gryffindor, their old enemy, will they become angry, provocative, and use all means to attack each other.

But after Snape was forced to apologize by Hart and everyone on strike, Slytherin and others suddenly realized that Hufflepuff's Mudblood had such a powerful power.

So they changed the target.

After all, Slytherin and Gryffindor are conflicts within the ruling class, but Hufflepuff is another matter.

Although Slytherin students are not aware of these profound political concepts at all, they are still prepared to take action against the little badger they despise due to the influence of the environment.

Of course, on today's occasion, a war of words is enough. If we really take action, the professors will not be like this now, just watching quietly.

But even if the little badgers sat back, the conflict caused by the confrontation also affected everyone. The entire auditorium became silent, and no one wanted to speak anymore.

Amidst this abnormal silence, Professor McGonagall led the freshmen into the auditorium.

At this time in previous years, there would have been warm applause in the auditorium to welcome the new students.

But now there was silence, and no one spoke. Professor McGonagall was outside the door just now. She didn't know what happened, frowned slightly, and looked at the principal at the table.

Dumbledore made no response, but the Sorting Hat woke up, opened its mouth, and began to sing loudly:

"Gryffindor, there is courage buried in the heart;

Ravenclaw, where there is natural agility and wisdom;

Hufflepuff, where eternal loyalty and kindness exist;

Slytherin, there is ambition and pursuit imprinted in the heart.

Hogwarts, the home of four houses! "

Amidst this not-so-pleasant singing, the cold atmosphere gradually warmed up.

Hart took the lead in applauding, and the little wizards of Hufflepuff also reluctantly started applauding, and then there was a round of applause in the Great Hall.

The freshmen who dared not breathe finally relaxed when they heard the welcoming applause.

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."

The first one is of course our ****.

"Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes. She sat down.

There was a moment's pause - the Sorting Hat shouted: "Hufflepuff!"

The people in the Badger Court applauded and cheered Hannah and welcomed her to their table.

Hart was among them, and the ghost of the fat monk appeared from nowhere and waved happily to her.

Professor McGonagall continued to read the names on the list, and most of the time the Sorting Hat gave the answer instantly, which was no different from Hart's memory.

He couldn't help but be distracted, and glanced at Quirrell on the teacher's bench from time to time.

Quirrell's body should be dominated by his own consciousness now, because that kind of cowardice and retreat will not appear in Voldemort.

Hart couldn't help but think that the noseless kid must have wanted to come out and see the child who had failed him completely, but in front of Dumbledore, he didn't have such courage.

This should be the main reason why Voldemort lost. He had wisdom but not great courage.

"Hermione Granger!"

"Are you sure you don't want to think about it anymore? Well, since it's your decision, then Hufflepuff!"

what?

Hart suddenly woke up and looked at Hermione who was running towards the table in the Badger Court. His head was full of questions. Even if she didn't go to Gryffindor, she should go to Ravenclaw. Why did she end up in Hufflepuff?

"Hart, please give me your advice in the future!"

Looking at the girl who reached out to him, Hart quickly put the question aside. He stretched out his hand to shake and said: "Welcome to Hufflepuff. Every little wizard in the academy is a brother and sister. Each other’s strongest shield.”

Hermione nodded heavily, that was why she came to Hufflepuff.

The sorting ceremony is still going on, but there are no surprises next. Harry still goes to Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy still goes to Slytherin, and Neville is in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. After hesitating for a while, he went to Gryffindor.

The sorting was completed, and Professor McGonagall put away the scroll and left.

Albus Dumbledore stood up. He looked at the students with a smile on his face and stretched out his arms to them. Nothing seemed to make him happier than to see the students gathered together.

"Welcome!" he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Crying nose! Residue! Screw! Thank you everyone!"

He sat down again, and everyone applauded and cheered.

Hermione asked confused: "What does he mean?"

"Ignore him." Hart said: "Dumbledore always likes to be the Riddler, and most of the time these riddles have no important meaning."