[HP Comprehensive UK and US] Platinum Stark

The freshmen were brought in. The seniors at the four long tables all looked at them. The principal and professors also looked at this group of little wizards with a smile. The ceiling above their heads seemed to have been transformed into a starry sky by magic. At this moment, the auditorium was warm and magical.

“We’re not going to have to fight a troll at the Sorting Ceremony, are we?” a boy asked in a trembling voice.

The freshmen were in an uproar, and all kinds of speculations were put forward. Some were scared, some were eager to try, and some were disgusted by the current scene.

At this moment, a tattered hat that looked old and worn suddenly opened its mouth and began to sing.

"...Try it on. Maybe you belong to Gryffindor, where there is courage buried deep in the heart. Their courage, spirit and chivalry make Gryffindor outstanding... Maybe you will enter Slytherin, maybe you will make sincere friends here, but those cunning and sinister people will stop at nothing to achieve their goals..."

Draco stared at its opening and closing mouth, looked around, turned his head and whispered to Alicia, trying to distract her attention: "I bet that the punk we met on the train today is definitely a Gryffindor, and the red-haired Weasley, their whole family is stupid lions."

Professor McGonagall gave him a warning look, motioning him to be quiet, and then said that the little wizard whose name was called should come forward.

Because the last name begins with the letter "d", Draco was called soon after.

"Draco Malfoy."

He first gave his sister a smile and whispered, "I'll wait for you in Slytherin."

Then he walked forward with some nervousness and anticipation and sat on the stool.

"Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat almost touched his hair when it called out his future house. Draco raised the corners of his mouth proudly and walked towards the Slytherin table with his head held high. As expected, there was warm applause at the table to show his welcome.

Draco looked at his sister encouragingly.

"Alicia Malfoy."

The girl calmed herself down, adjusted her state quickly, and came before Professor McGonagall like her brother.

The old Sorting Hat was placed on her head. Alicia's eyes went dark and she didn't hear the Slytherin's words that she had expected to come out immediately, so she felt a little flustered.

My brother was judged by his school in an instant. Isn't she a pure Slytherin? Merlin, you can't make such a joke.

"Oh, look, another Malfoy, but you are the first Malfoy who makes me feel a little bit at a loss. The last time I felt this way was a Black, who is also your cousin."

Damn it, how could Alicia Malfoy be a Gryffindor! No way!

"I've seen your cunning and your unscrupulousness, but I've also seen your bravery deep down inside... Merlin, this is really confusing."

"Listen, if you dare to sort me into Gryffindor, I will tear you to pieces even if I am thrown into Azkaban," Alicia said gritting her teeth.

"See, that's it, a Malfoy who is both insidious and brave." The Sorting Hat seemed a little proud after hearing what the girl said.

Sure enough, my Sorting Hat is never wrong!

During the confrontation between Alicia and the Sorting Hat (the girl thought so), several minutes had passed, and everyone present focused their attention on her - just as much as when the Savior put on the Sorting Hat a moment later.

Among the freshmen, a group of young wizards headed by Ron Weasley whispered, "I thought she would be sorted into Slytherin right away like her brother. After all, she looks, no, just by listening to what she says, we can be sure that she is an evil dark wizard!"

Pansy and the others secretly prayed that Alicia would not be sorted into Ravenclaw.

That's right, no one, whether it was Ron and others, or Draco, Pansy and others, had ever thought of the possibility of Alicia being sorted into Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

In the professor's chair, Dumbledore stroked his white beard with a smile, Snape looked as if he wanted to stare a hole in the Sorting Hat, and even Quirrell was looking at Alicia nervously.

"I have seen your recklessness and courage. Although you have obvious Slytherin traits, I believe that you will definitely make righteous friends in Gryffindor who can fight side by side with you."

"I can be in Slytherin just as well. I am Malfoy. How can a Malfoy be a Gryffindor?"

The voice of the Sorting Hat sounded a little regretful: "Well, if you insist. Then, Slytherin!"

Alicia breathed a sigh of relief, and the moment she took off her hat, she tried to look at her godfather, the future dean. She turned around and met a pair of eyes full of scrutiny - it was Professor Quirrell.

The girl seemed to sense something and forced herself to calm down. She walked to the seat next to her brother with cold hands and feet.

Draco originally wanted to ask her what she said in the Sorting House, but when he saw his sister like this, he stopped talking and made up his mind again to talk to the Dean after the Sorting ceremony.

She paid no attention to Dumbledore's slightly regretful look, Snape's slightly raised lip corners after he felt relieved, the applause of the people around him, and the subsequent sorting results of everyone - including Harry Potter's.

Alicia once again tightly grasped her wand, as if it was her only support, and her mind was now filled with Ollivander's interpretation of her wand.

To be more precise, it is the core of the staff.

One terrible guess after another emerged in her mind, and a huge sense of fear overwhelmed her.

That Ollivander is old, maybe he just made up those words. The white-dressed self comforted herself in her mind.

How is that possible? That's Ollivander, the one who never makes mistakes with wands! The black-skirted me retorted without hesitation.

No one knew the inner struggle of the girl. Everyone looked at her pale face and thought it was because of her dissatisfaction and nervousness that the Sorting Hat hesitated for so long before putting her in Slytherin.

You know, only two people have had a Sorting of this length, one is Professor McGonagall, and the other is the well-known hero Peter Pettigrew.

Apart from Draco, only Snape, who knew Alicia's character well, noticed something was wrong.

Now, even without Draco mentioning it, he would call Alicia to his office after the ceremony.