Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 4 The Hat Song

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Bathilda Bagshot had a great fortune, but she made little use of it—

Anriel could easily imagine how much wealth a great historian, who was famous throughout the wizarding world and known to everyone who had been to school, should have saved in almost his entire life.

And now the small key to Gringotts No. 571 is in Anriel's hands...

With a smile on his face, Anriel added another item to his "list of cheats" in his mind:

rich second generation.

Not only is there a lot of wealth, but the serial number is also relatively late, and it belongs to one of the most heavily guarded private vaults.

Although it can't be compared with the ancient family treasure house like Lestrange's...

Bullshit, even the most heavily guarded ancient family vault was still broken into...

Fairies, as short, unfriendly magical creatures, are at least believable in this respect. Money in their hands won't increase, but at least it won't decrease in most cases, unless they are targeted by the protagonist...

As a commoner, there is no need to compete with the noble families in wealth. That would only make yourself uncomfortable.

Anriel muttered to himself half-jokingly.

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"The owl has been bought for you, and the books are all ready. Go try on the robes."

Anriel looked at the cage in Bagshot's hand, and not only the corners of his mouth, but also the corners of his eyes began to twitch——

???

This, isn't this right?

You're telling me that this bird of prey with a wingspan of two meters and a cry exactly like an eagle is a Strigiformes?

……

Well, if you say it is, then let’s take it as it is.

Anriel was a little skeptical of Bathilda's aesthetic taste, but he didn't dare to say it out loud...

Anril named the bird of prey Gherlos, which, like Hedwig's name, had some meaning, but not much.

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Three days later, that is, September 1990, 9.

Anriel got on the Hogwarts train as he wished.

This year will definitely be boring. After all, the famous Harry Potter doesn’t know everything about the wizarding world yet…

Ha ha……

"Have a good time at Hogwarts, kid! You can write to me, but don't hold out too much hope for a reply, hahahaha..."

Bathilda Bagshot said this before Anriel boarded the train.

In the car.

"Bibi's Every Flavour Beans, Chocolate Frog, Pumpkin Pie, Pot Cake, Liquorice Wand..."

A saleswoman was speaking in the aisle of the train.

However, although she did not "shout" at all, her voice could still be heard word for word in the closed box.

Not to mention that sometimes she would open the door and ask the children inside if there was anything they wanted to buy.

Anriel, who was playing cards with himself, put down the cards in his hand and bought all the licorice wands in the car. He liked the taste of licorice very much.

Besides, his right hand had almost won just now, and now he was a little angry.

(Kidding)

Aside from a few interesting acquaintances, Anriel still feels pretty new here.

Of course, those acquaintances were only to him. The only people he could really get along with and talk to were probably the Weasley twins.

These two are one year older than him and are in the second grade this year. Just before getting on the bus, Anriel caught a glimpse of their fiery red hair. They are surrounded by a group of friends and are very popular.

But for Anriel, there were too many people.

It would be more interesting for him to kill time by himself.

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Night fell over London, and a castle with a magnificent outline gradually appeared before Anriel's eyes.

The walls of the castle are thick and solid. The countless huge stones that make up the castle seem to be engraved with magic patterns. Time has eroded their surfaces wantonly, leaving behind mottled marks.

Looking at this castle, Anriel couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

The good show...is about to begin.

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"First-year students, come this way! Don't be led astray by the seniors you met on the bus. We are taking a boat, come this way!"

Rubeus Hagrid's booming voice echoed, and soon a group of freshmen gathered around the tall half-giant.

"This way, go this way. Be careful not to fall into the Black Lake. Of course you won't die, but it will be uncomfortable to wear wet clothes to attend the Sorting, right?"

Anriel raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"Mr. Hagrid, can I take a ride on your boat?"

"Oh, of course, of course. There are very few first-year students who are not afraid of me, haha..."

Anriel walked onto the boat. Due to Hagrid's size, a normal four-person boat seemed to only be able to accommodate Hagrid alone.

It's a pity that Anriel is not a human...

Besides, he just looked like he was sitting in a boat…

For "objects", whether they are living or inanimate, the levitation spell works well, the only difference is whether they will move around in the sky.

Of course, no one knew that the guy on the ship had cast a spell on himself, not even Hagrid, they were just first years.

"Hold on tight, kids, we're about to sail!"

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"Mr. Hagrid, my grandmother told me about you."

"Oh? Sorry, kid, who is your grandmother?" It seemed that Hagrid pressed on Anriel's leg, but the latter didn't care.

"My grandmother was Bathilda Bagshot."

"Oh my goodness, after Professor Binns passed away, she came to Hogwarts to be a consultant on the History of Magic for a while, but it's a pity that I didn't catch up with her teaching period."

Professor Binns had apparently taught two or even three generations of people—

After all, it is very rare to find a professor who teaches from the time he is alive until his death and continues to teach even after his death.

However, Anriel frowned.

How long has Bashida lived?

Professor Binns is not very young either. Maybe he resigned when Bathilda was middle-aged?

Thinking about these useless old almanacs will not help you in school life.

Overall, the chat with Hagrid was pretty good. He provided Anriel with a lot of knowledge about magical beasts... sorry, magical animals.

If you don't count his doting attitude towards these "little guys"... Fire Dragons, Thestrals and the like, he might think that Anriel didn't know what these were.

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ten minutes later.

The gate of Hogwarts slowly opened. This was the entrance ceremony prepared for the new students. It was very classic and could impress most of the eleven-year-old boys and girls who had never seen the world.

Unfortunately, Anriel is obviously not in this category.

"First year, Professor McGonagall."

"Okay Hagrid, you can go in first, Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you."

Hagrid waved his hand, waved his hat to Anriel, and walked into the hall.

Anriel saw through the crack in the door that Hagrid had opened that there were hundreds of people sitting crowded inside. It should be the auditorium.

He returned his gaze to the tall, thin witch in the emerald green robe in front of him.

Minerva McGonagall was Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Head of Gryffindor House, and Professor of Transfiguration.

"Welcome, welcome everyone to Hogwarts."

"The opening banquet is about to begin. However, some freshmen should have heard that you need to perform a sorting ceremony in front of all the teachers and students in the school."

"The college is your home in the school. Any of your actions will have an impact on the college, so you must take it seriously."

"There are four colleges in total, regardless of high or low status. They are:"

"Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."

"Each academy cultivates its own outstanding talents and great wizards. I hope that during your time at school you can bring honor to your academy and become one of the outstanding talents and great wizards of your academy."

"Now, I suggest you sort out your clothes."

Mag's eyes swept across the room, lingered on Anriel for a moment, and then looked away.

Anriel didn't care. After all, he knew that when his name was called out, most people of that era would be as surprised as people of this era when they saw Harry Potter.

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"Wuhu~First-year student!"

A dwarf with black eyes poked his head out from the wall, said something, and then retracted it.

Peeves.

Strictly speaking, Peeves isn't really a ghost.

He can come into contact with entities and use them for mischief.

Hmm... maybe I can find a chance to try out the spell on him...

Everyone knows they won't die again, right?

Hehe...

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The layout of the auditorium is pleasing to the eye. In the magnificent hall, countless golden candles flicker with charming brilliance, and the ceiling is dotted with countless stars. There are so many things in the auditorium that it is impossible to count them -

For example, the number of hairs on the beard of the white-bearded old man sitting in the middle is an object that cannot be counted.

Magetti brought a tattered pointed hat. Anriel thought that the Sorting Hat he had imagined was already tattered enough, but when he saw the real thing, he couldn't help but sigh that he was really surprised by what he had seen.

This thing... is it really still usable?

There were two slits on the hat (probably eyes or something like that), as if it was assessing whether all eyes were on it.

After discovering that this was indeed the case, the hat opened its mouth wide with satisfaction (a crack big enough to tear the entire hat apart) and began to sing a long poem it had written for a whole year.

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Children, don't laugh.

Judging a person by his appearance (even though I am a hat) is a mistake.

Maybe I am plain, old and dull,

Maybe I'm all patched up,

But if you take off your hats and compare them with mine,

None can match my abilities and brains.

You can make your bowler hat black and shiny,

Keep your high hats smooth and crisp.

But as the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts,

I am naturally taller than your hats.

Any hidden thoughts in your mind,