HP Shavings Wizard

Hogwarts is built on a cliff, with towering spires reaching into the sky. The corridors and towers are ancient and complex.

Alison quietly gazed at the majestic and familiar castle. The freshmen were almost silent as well. They all looked at the castle they saw for the first time in silence and shock - the place where they would study and grow up in the future.

When Hagrid knocked open the castle's oak door, a tall, black-haired witch in an emerald green robe led the freshmen into a small empty room at the other end of the front hall with a serious face.

Professor McGonagall first welcomed the freshmen, and then the Vice-Principal, who would also go with them to preside over the Sorting Ceremony, briefly introduced the Sorting Process, the various colleges, as well as the college points and the college cup.

Then the serious old professor paused for a moment on the freshmen's muddy shoes, reminding them to tidy up their appearance during these few minutes, and helped cast a cleaning spell on them.

Many freshmen instantly developed a liking for this professor who looked serious and old-fashioned but was actually kind and thoughtful.

Professor McGonagall noticed Alison's spotless shoes and looked the little red-haired wizard over.

Alison smiled a pleasant and evil smile, looked into the eyes of the serious old witch, and silently and slowly made exaggerated mouth shapes:

Professor Cat

Professor McGonagall's face darkened for a moment, but she quickly adjusted her expression.

The ghosts popped out from the wall behind them one by one, chatting and preparing to go to the auditorium, which scared the freshmen.

Allison was very interested in this and wanted to catch a few to study.

After the ghosts floated away, Professor McGonagall led the freshmen in a single file towards the auditorium.

The auditorium is full of magic and grandeur.

The star-lit ceiling and thousands of floating candles illuminated the auditorium.

At the top of the hall was a long seat for teachers. Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting in the middle, smiling gently as he looked at the freshmen. His gaze also rested on Alison for a moment, and he winked at her playfully.

Each college was crowded with senior students, and on the tables were golden plates and high-footed wine glasses - although the students were not allowed to drink.

All the freshmen lined up in a row under everyone's gaze.

Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool on the empty space in front of the hall, and then placed an old and dirty pointed wizard's hat on the stool.

The hat opened its mouth and sang a song it had composed. It sounded pretty good, and everyone applauded after it finished singing.

The freshmen whispered nervously.

Professor McGonagall walked to the Sorting Hat, took the list and began to call out the names of the new students according to the first letter of their surnames.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on the Sorting Hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the Sorting!"

"Hannah Abbott!"

The little girl with ruddy blond hair, hidden by her hat, shouted.

"Hufflepuff!"

Naturally, the corresponding college table erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.

……

Last names starting with G, like Green, are relatively common.

"Alison Green!"

Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on the head of the restless new student who had teased her.

Alison obediently put on the Sorting Hat and released part of her Occlumency.

Of course, there won't be that green chain lightning that screams Sorting Hat.

She asked accurately in her head.

(Which colleges are suitable for me?)

The Sorting Hat pondered for a moment.

(…You are special. I have never met anyone like you.)

(You are smart, calm and cunning, but also a little arrogant and a little... evil...)

(…Ravenclaw and Slytherin, and maybe Hufflepuff.)

Surprise flashed across Alison's eyes.

(…Hufflepuff?)

The Sorting Hat was silent for a moment, and its voice was hesitant and slow.

(…yes, you have some Hufflepuff qualities, but they’re not overt.)

(Perhaps you can go to Ravenclaw, which is more suitable for you.)

Alison ignored the suggestion and smiled slyly.

(I heard that people who are sorted for more than five minutes are considered special hat-dwellers? They are destined to become famous figures in the future, like Professor McGonagall.)

The Sorting Hat was a little surprised that the little wizard knew this, and admitted it generously with a smile in his voice.

(Yes, hat dwellers receive extra attention.)

Alison's smiling voice sounded.

(Can I hold off for five minutes? Like, chat with you, dear Mr. Hat.)

The Sorting Hat was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly in Alison's mind, not rejecting the little wizard's cunning idea of ​​taking advantage of loopholes. It was very tolerant of this unprecedented idea.

(Hahahahaha, of course you can, lovely lady.)

In five minutes, Alison very tactfully and pleasantly chatted with the Sorting Hat in her mind about the differences between the various colleges, accommodation issues, some gossip and the founders' ideas.

There was a lot of whispering in the audience. Some people who knew about the hat dweller had already explained it to their classmates in a low voice and looked at the girl sitting in front of the teacher's seat with scrutiny.

The Sorting Hat finally said.

(Okay, dear little lady, you've already been late for five minutes.)

Alison chuckled, not forgetting her sweet words.

(Thank you so much, Mr. Hat. It is a real pleasure to chat with you. You have such a colorful inner world. You are a hat that is totally unique in the world.)

The old man was flattered by her flattery.

(Hahaha, thanks, little lady, you are special too.)

It finally shouted out an unexpected result to the waiting public: "Slytherin!"

There was sparse applause at the Slytherin table, which advocated pure blood and refused to accept even Muggle wizards. They had little interest in this half-blood wizard with a Muggle surname who seemed to have grown up in the Muggle world. The only applause was for the sake of Dean Snape and the Hat-Dweller.

The beautiful red-haired little wizard ignored the complicated expressions of his classmates and jumped over happily, like a soft, harmless and innocent little animal.

The atmosphere at the Slytherin table was a little subtle, with several Slytherins whispering to each other.

A girl from a pure-blood family whispered to Daphne Greengrass, with a discriminatory tone.

"Green... I've never heard of him. Is he a Muggle-born? Why was he admitted to Slytherin?"

Millicent Bulstrode also came over: "Maybe the Sorting Hat is broken?"

Several Slytherins became louder and louder.

Draco had been warned by his father Lucius to stay away from Alison because he had previously told his father Lucius about Alison's actions and the Deathly Hallows emblem she drew on the notebook.