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"Maybe you will enter Slytherin, maybe you will make sincere friends here, but those cunning and insidious people will use all means to achieve their goals. Come and wear me! Don't be afraid! Don't Panic! In my hands (even though I don't even have a hand) you are absolutely safe because I am a thinking magic hat!" After the magic hat finished singing, the audience burst into applause, and the magic hat turned to four pictures After bowing one by one, the table returned to its still state.

Ron said angrily: "We just need to put on this hat. I'm going to kill Fred. He sounds like he's going to fight a giant."

Zifeng glanced at Ron: "Where's your IQ?" Ron was embarrassed. Zifeng continued: "Giants and trolls are not something that a little wizard can solve, okay?"

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand, and said to everyone: "Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting. Hannah ·Aibo!”

This was a little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids. She stumbled out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes. She sat down. After a moment's pause, the Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

Everyone at the Hufflepuff table clapped and cheered to Hannah, welcoming her to their table. The fat kid ghost also waved happily to her.

Professor McGonagall continued to name names: "Susan Burns!"

The hat quickly decided: "Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Butt!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Mandy Butt!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Raven de Brown!"

"Gryffindor!" Everyone stood up to welcome him, but the twins' rogue whistles made everyone feel ashamed.

"Millicent Burst!"

"Slytherin!"

"Justin Finch-Fletchley!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Qibel Snape!" When the Sorting Hat was placed on Zifeng's head, she felt a spiritual thought and began to check her past. But the problem has also arisen. Although Zifeng, the Nuwa, is a bit arrogant, she is not something that a strong person among mortals can spy on if they want to.

She listened to the Sorting Hat mutter to himself: "Oh, Old Snake, the symbol of Slytherin. Courage, well, yes, it does take a lot of courage to make Snape so miserable."

Zifeng: "Is it worth showing off to him?"

The Sorting Hat continued: "Oh, you learn things so quickly, Ravenclaw is quite suitable for you."

Zifeng: "I will definitely not go to Ravenclaw, I want to lie down, I want to show off."

Sorting Hat: "Oh, lying flat, it must be Hufflepuff, but it's such a waste of your talent."

Zifeng thought about it: "Let's choose between a snake and a lion. Harry must be a lion, so I have to hear five points deducted from Gryffindor every day, but I can be a little snake. Oh, I will smoke those who are not A motivated guy, so I choose to fight! I’m going to piss off that point-deducting maniac, eh, Slytherin.”

As a result, the Sorting Hat shouted: "Gryffindor."

Zifeng was angry, threw his hat on the ground, and stepped on it: "Didn't you agree to be a little snake? Didn't you mean to change your mind before the battle? Didn't you say you wanted to piss off that point-deducting maniac? "?" She really did it, while saying that, she kicked.

At this time, Snape's veins were also twitching. Very good, very good. This girl must satisfy the desire of this girl's point-deduction maniac!

McGonagall covered her face, how could she save the Sorting Hat? This child is obviously very unhappy! While being stepped on, the Sorting Hat said harshly: "You are more suitable for Gryffindor."

Zifeng was disgusted: "I want to go to Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat insisted: "You are more suited to Gryffindor."

Zifeng was unhappy: "I call you Gryffindor, I call you Gryffindor, I call you Gryffindor, I burn you Gryffindor." As he said that, he turned into a dragon and pressed the button I plan to breathe dragon breath if I live in my hat.

The Sorting Hat trembled, and Professor McGonagall said speechlessly: "That's enough! Miss Snape, Gryffindor. Stop bullying the Sorting Hat." As he said this, he rushed at the dragon's feet and took out the Sorting Hat.

A group of young wizards wanted to laugh inexplicably, but the more Zi Feng thought about it, the more frustrated she became. So, without thinking, she turned around and spit out a mouthful of dragon breath on the professor's chair. The key is, she sprayed it several times, and her body was even more illuminated. Go over with Quirrell.

She held down Quirrell's head with her paw, and breathed out dragon's breath at close range, and there was holy light on her claws. She searched for the back of Quirrell's head and blurred it. Everyone heard another voice coming from Quirrell's body: " Damn it!"

Zifeng slapped her face again and said, "You live just to cause trouble to others. Just go to hell, go to hell, go to hell."

At this moment, even if the little wizard could still laugh, Snape couldn't. Come on, what the hell is Voldemort? The key point is, what kind of ghost is Voldemort being held down and whipped by this little giant monster?

Everyone heard Zifeng curse: "I'm not happy. Don't even think about it. You don't have to find a second person to support me. If you tell me, don't you think you're a remnant soul?"

Voldemort: "You."

Zifeng raised his dragon claw and drew out a double-faced soul. Zifeng took out his knife with his backhand and pressed the knife against the soul. In a few minutes, he said: "Ah!" All the ghosts shivered when they saw it. They could feel the knife on the soul. His murderous aura was unusual.

Zifeng suddenly looked at Chilo's body and thought about it, and suddenly laughed sinisterly, isn't it just a joke? She took off Marvolo Gaunt's ring, snatched the hat from Mag's hand, and then roared: "Didn't you say that I am Gryffindor? Where is your sword? So? "I'm a Slytherin, right? If you don't conjure up a sword today, it's you who can kill Voldemort!"

The Sorting Hat nodded, and it began to reflect on itself, is this girl really suitable for Gryffindor? Zifeng looked around again, but there was still no hair at all. She was about to throw the hat at the burning spot on Quirrell's body.

Even Snape was amused now. Sure enough, he was indeed a little troll that even he wanted to conquer! He laughed and said: "Old man, if you don't let the Sorting Hat conjure up the Sword of Gryffindor today, he really won't be able to see the sun tomorrow. Hahaha."

The Sorting Hat heard Snape's ridicule and said angrily: "You point-deducting maniac, if you didn't want your family to be destroyed, would I have sorted this guy into Gryffindor?"

Snape curled his lips and said, "Then just destroy it."

The Sorting Hat clicks a little bit, and I never feel like I've tricked myself. How can I break it? McGonagall said helplessly: "Oh, Miss Snape, do you have any misunderstanding about the Sword of Gryffindor? Not all Gryffindors can pull out the Sword of Gryffindor." . But the Sword of Gryffindor must be pulled out by someone from Gryffindor.”