HP has a villain system but has become a popular character

While the new wizards were still immersed in the magnificent and solemn beauty of Hogwarts, and as the seniors admired the 'cute' expressions of these first-year wizards, the famous Sorting Hat sang a song of its own composition loudly, using the noisy voices of the wizards as accompaniment.

'I was born a thousand years ago,

Maybe you think I'm too old.

Don't judge a person by his appearance.

I am the smartest hat in the world.

My eyes can see into your hearts.

Ravenclaw brings rational knowledge and opens the door to truth.

Slytherin embraces great ambition and will do whatever it takes to achieve its goals.

Hufflepuff lovingly offers loyalty and diligence,

Gryffindor teaches people what it means to be brave and resolute.

Fresh blood injection brings new hope,

Wear me.

Let me see the depths of your souls.

Wear me.

Let me find the answers you seek.

Hidden deep in your soul is bravery, and Gryffindor will train your courage and spirit.

The thirst for knowledge brings the brilliance of reason, and Ravenclaw will lead you to explore the truth of the world.

Insidious and cunning...'

The Sorting Hat paused when he sang this, because he felt a pair of murderous eyes staring at him.

'Smart people are ambitious and desire power and supreme glory. Slytherin will satisfy your desire and push you to a higher peak.'

Although it didn't mean it, the Sorting Hat breathed a sigh of relief after it changed its words and noticed that the sight of it was gone.

'It doesn't matter if you don't ask for anything. Being mediocre is not your nature. The kindness and loyalty of Hufflepuff will help you find like-minded friends.

come on,

Wear me.

Don't be afraid, don't hesitate,

Let me see the color of your soul,

Let me determine which house you belong to!'

Wenxiu Lord snorted coldly and retracted his gaze, hiding the wand in his sleeve. "This Sorting Hat actually tried to smuggle in some stuff. How bold! Next time I go to the principal's office, I must ask Xiaoyi and the others to wash this old hat thoroughly from inside to outside. It has become smelly after not being washed for too long."

Although few people were listening to the Sorting Hat's self-composed song in its hoarse voice, the careful Dumbledore still noticed the pause in the middle of the song.

His gaze shifted to the Slytherin table, and he picked up the pumpkin juice in front of him with understanding, hiding the smile behind his glasses.

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, Professor McGonagall, who was in charge of the sorting, walked to the Sorting Hat and began to control the situation. The serious female voice was clearly heard by every little wizard, and soon the hall fell into silence.

It was a repeated introduction, the same rhetoric.

The moment the parchment scroll was unfolded, everyone knew that the Sorting Ceremony had officially begun.

The number of young wizards enrolled this year is much less than that of last year. Perhaps it is because Voldemort is here, and during this period of time there is an invisible aristocratic killer who appeared out of nowhere.

As a result, many frightened ordinary wizards and some nobles who had done bad things and felt guilty about it left the British wizarding world with their children.

Because two noble families were killed in succession, and the Ministry of Magic has not found the murderer until now, the name of "Invisible Noble Killer" has spread throughout the British wizarding world. It is said that the International Confederation of Wizards will send investigators to the Ministry of Magic to assist in the investigation in a while.

Originally, there were far fewer young wizards in Slytherin than in other colleges. Now, listening to the Sorting Hat calling out Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw one after another, and looking at the number of freshmen who had not been sorted, Vincius Lord began to worry that this year there would be only one Regulus who would be sorted into Slytherin.

Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary. Although there were not many young wizards, there were 5 who were assigned to Slytherin!

Regulus, who was standing in the line waiting for sorting, felt very complicated after hearing the sorting method. If he had to describe his feelings at this moment.

It's probably about him changing from a brave man to a demon king, and wanting to kill the king (Sirius) who once gave him a false target.

The little wizards beside him felt the resentment emanating from him, and quietly took a few steps away from him, forming a small vacuum zone around Regulus, who was emitting the resentment, as the center of the circle.

Sirius, who was looking at Wenxiu Lord and talking perfunctorily to his classmate, felt a strong gaze falling on him. He turned his head and happened to meet the eyes of Regulus, the focus of the team.

Regulus, who was full of resentment, felt his fist itching even more when he saw his good brother still grinning at him.

"After the division is completed, I will find an opportunity to beat him up."

"Regulus Black."

Hearing his name, the boy walked out of the crowd and went to sit down in the chair next to Professor McGonagall.

The tattered hat fell on his head, and before the wide brim blocked his vision, the boy found the only bright color in his heart at the Slytherin table.

The Sorting Hat smacked its lips, as if savoring the taste of memory, and finally stated a choice.

"You are not suitable for Slytherin, you should go to Gryffindor."

The boy's tone was as firm as his heart. Whether it was for his family or to stand by that person, he would not hesitate.

"I'm going to Slytherin."

The Sorting Hat was lost in thought. Was Vinciu Lord some kind of Veela hybrid who specialized in Black? Why did both brothers want to get close to him?

Just as the old hat was complaining, Regulus said the words that the old hat was most familiar with and didn't want to hear in order to ensure that he would be assigned to Slytherin.

"If you don't put me in Slytherin, I'll burn you."

The Sorting Hat felt like its nose was about to be crooked from anger, even though it didn't have a nose to begin with.

He decided to go back and complain to Dumbledore, asking him to have a good talk with Lord the Brat. What was going on? One by one, two of them were threatening him!

"Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat felt that he was not a coward. He just wanted to quickly get rid of this rude little wizard and continue to complete his work. He was really dedicated.

When the young wizards present saw that the youngest son of the Black family was sorted into Slytherin, their original mood to watch the show suddenly disappeared. The Sorting Hat had been struggling for so long that they thought that the Black family would have two Gryffindors.

After listening to the headmaster's speech, which was exactly the same as last year's, except for the year at the beginning, a table full of sumptuous food finally appeared on the dining table at Dumbledore's command.

Completely different from the other three house tables, all the food at the Slytherin table looked more abundant and delicious.

With the help of the second-year seniors, these newly enrolled wizards finally understood why the food in their academy was so good and why they had never even seen many of the foods.

This is Wenxiu Lord's little trick to win people's hearts. After all, how can appetite not be considered a desire?

Taking a bite of the roasted lamb leg on the fork, Wenxiu Lord felt the juice and aroma bursting in his mouth and squinted his eyes with satisfaction.

People from other colleges explained the situation to the new students and said they were used to it.

Only Gryffindor was somewhat unable to accept it. Because of Lord's preference, the food in front of Lily, James Potter, Sirius and Remus was always particularly tempting.

The delicious food is right in front of you, but you can only watch. Who can bear this?

Fortunately, Wenxiu Lord did not want to cause public outrage. The extra food made by Little One and his friends in the Hogwarts kitchen every day would appear randomly on the three long tables. The Hufflepuff badgers could go directly to the kitchen, and sometimes they would get extra delicious food if they happened to meet Little One and his friends.