Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

The size of the Sorting Hat was a bit too big for Rice, who was not yet an adult. After putting on the Sorting Hat, the hat slid down and covered his eyes.

Darkness came over, cutting him off from eye contact with the outside world.

After putting on the hat, Les found that it was not as dirty as it looked and was even quite comfortable. He even faintly sensed the residual breath of Godric from it, which almost made him fall into old memories again.

A weak voice sounded in his ear: "Hmm...a familiar feeling, very familiar...huh?!"

Even if it was a whisper, it didn't prevent Rice from hearing the shocked tone in the Sorting Hat's voice.

"It's good to be familiar with it." Les thought silently.

"Oh my gosh..."

The hat became a little stiff, and the originally soft brim became as tight as a hairband, which made Les's head hurt.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable..." The Sorting Hat seemed to have become a repeater, only repeating one sentence.

Huh? Rice noticed something strange about the Sorting Hat. It seemed to have changed a lot from when he was in school.

Rice did not hide his thoughts, so this idea was naturally known to the Sorting Hat, and it quickly responded: "Several other adults gave me some... training."

"Train you how to speak ill of Slytherin House?"

Sorting Hat:…

"Please forgive my ignorance." It began to apologize without hesitation.

"It doesn't matter. The reputation of Slytherin is the fault of future generations. Everything will end here because I'm here." Rice did not blame all the blame on the Sorting Hat. After all, it was just a talking hat. That’s all.

"Slytherin's reputation will definitely change." The Sorting Hat immediately agreed.

As long as you are here, Slytherin House will be great again!

"Do you still want to look at my memories to decide which college I want to go to?"

It would be easy for Les to seal his heart with magic, but he chose not to do so and instead opened his heart to the Sorting Hat.

You can look at it as you like, I don't mind.

But how could the Sorting Hat have the courage? The memory of the big man in front of him was beyond his own ability to pry into.

When it first came into contact with Les, it just felt that the soul in front of it was a bit familiar. But after closer contact, the more it looked at the young man in front of it, the more it felt like he was an old friend...

Someone it can't afford to offend.

It didn't dare to think about it anymore. As a hat, the Sorting Hat was actually a little sweaty at the moment.

"You are joking." The Sorting Hat smiled coyly. If the man in front of him cannot enter Slytherin, then Slytherin House should simply be disbanded.

"Have you ever seen the other three people during the thousand years you stayed at the school?" When Les asked this question, there was no emotional fluctuation on the surface, just like asking something as trivial as "Have you eaten?" But if If you walk into his heart, you will naturally find something strange.

The Sorting Hat was silent.

"All right……"

Rather than dwell on the issue, Rice let the Sorting Hat keep it a secret.

"Of course, of course!" In other words, there are no hands and chest, otherwise the Sorting Hat would have patted its chest as a guarantee.

Fortunately, the conversation between the Sorting Hat and Rice was a "private chat", otherwise all the teachers and students in the school would have been shocked by Rice's attitude and the Sorting Hat's tone.

Before him, who would dare to shout about this "treasure of the school"!

After briefly chatting with the Sorting Hat, Rice ended the conversation, and the Sorting Hat was finally freed and shouted in the loudest and loudest voice: "Slytherin!"

The moment the word "Slytherin" was shouted out, the Sorting Hat went limp as if all its strength had been drained from its body. When Professor McGonagall took it back into her hands, she was surprised to find that the hat had become wet.

Although Les was an unfamiliar face, thunderous cheers erupted from the Slytherin House table.

Slytherin students also know that they are not popular with the other three houses - Ravenclaw may be okay, but the young wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff really hate them. This external factor prompted them to become more united.

Regardless of the origin of the outstanding-looking little wizard in front of him, as long as he can come to Slytherin, it is worth celebrating.

As for what will happen next...that is a matter for later and does not conflict with their celebration now.

Even Malfoy clapped his hands twice with a straight face. He concealed his emotions, not because he thought about what Rice said, but because he just didn't want others to know that he had suffered a loss at the hands of Rice.

Daphne clapped the most vigorously. She clapped her hands very hard and her face turned red.

She didn't regard Les as an ordinary first-year student - could a first-year student have his magical abilities? Most graduates are not at this level!

The father also said that the magic props he sold to his father were very precious and rare gadgets, which were of great help to his sister's illness. Then if I get to know him well, will I be able to get more precious props? Maybe my sister's disease can be cured?

It would be great to be a classmate with a wizard like Les.

Some indescribable emotions were brewing in her heart.

Seeing Les walking down from the staff table, she quickly squeezed aside to make a space for him.

"Thank you."

Les walked to the space Daphne made for him and sat down, and then watched the Sorting Ceremony with the surrounding Slytherin students.

Morne, Nott, Parkinson, Patil...Harry Potter!

The students at Hogwarts suddenly cheered up and turned their attention to the thin black-haired boy.

"Do you think he will come to Slytherin?" Daphne asked in a low voice.

"Why do you think he will come to Slytherin?" Les was a little surprised. He didn't see any temperament in that Potter that fit the Slytherin House.

"It's always a good thing, so we have Potter. Students from other colleges won't always say that Slytherin is the cradle of dark wizards." Daphne pouted her mouth and muttered in a low voice.

It was obvious that she also had a grudge against the poor reputation of the college.

Actually, who doesn’t mind? What little wizard would want to go to school with the reputation of being a "potential Death Eater"?

If the "Boy Who Lived" was also a Slytherin, the college's popularity might improve.

Unfortunately, the beautiful idea was completely shattered with a loud "Gryffindor".

Looking at the cheering Gryffindors on the other side of the auditorium, many Slytherin students couldn't help but have disappointed looks on their faces.

Many Slytherin students even loudly told the new students the legendary story of the school's seven consecutive House Cups.

When the last new student named Blaise Shabini was sorted into Slytherin, the sorting ceremony finally ended.

After Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment, picked up the Sorting Hat and left, Principal Dumbledore stood up.

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