Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

Hogwarts once again welcomed the children. It was pouring rain outside, but the castle was extremely warm. The ghosts triumphantly rushed from the four walls of the hall to the auditorium where the opening dinner was held, attracting new students there. There was a scream—higher and shriller than in previous years, which had a lot to do with encountering a dementor on the train this year.

The Sorting Hat was brought to the auditorium again to receive the attention of all the people.

All the professors of Hogwarts signed the contract to become the teachers of this school so that they would not be affected by the magic defense of this ancient castle, and at the same time, they tacitly promised not to intentionally damage the school property passed down by Hogwarts for thousands of years.

Otherwise, that old, dirty, dirty, dusty, unsightly Sorting Hat, even if it can't be enchanted, can't escape the dozens of Gryffindor-born headmasters throwing it into the soap locust liquid. Muggle laundry detergent.

Although the professors who sat behind the desk with blank faces guessed that the painting hanging in Head Slytherin's office showed one of their great founders, the Potions professor asked them earnestly. Only one who didn't say a word, had to let their minds go up and down. Since the beginning, they suddenly understood what the time bomb mentioned in the Muggle studies textbook is. Wait for it to explode.

Confused, they looked at the Sorting Hat squirming on the stool as if it was particularly excited this year, and suddenly felt that the worst plan they had made before was obviously far from enough.

"A thousand years ago, there were four good friends..."

The Sorting Hat opened its mouth—let’s count the crack as the mouth—and the tune immediately ran to Siberia. It is estimated that the troll giant could not pull it back. Everyone showed unbearable expressions, except for the smiling headmaster.

"...When they established a school here, they found out that the differences already existed, Chrome Fondo said, I only enroll brave children..."

Why do the professors, including the headmaster, have a bad feeling?

"...so I appeared,

Dear children, put me on,

only i can tell you,

You should go to the heroic Gryffindor,

Or Ravenclaw in pursuit of knowledge,

Maybe it's the hard-working Hufflepuff,

Or a naturally noble Slytherin..."

It's normal, but why do the professors think it won't end so easily.

The Sorting Hat stretched the last tune very long, and the ending of the "S" should have disappeared after a final twist, but the Sorting Hat twisted it and miraculously raised the sound by another octave. The person in front of Dumbledore who was closest to the hat There was a gorgeous crack in the glass with a pop.

"... But before that, I want to warn you carefully,

Don't believe in everything about yourself like Ravenclaw,

Don't just see what's in front of you like Hufflepuff,

Don't regret it like Gryffindor,

Don't be misunderstood like Slytherin,

This is Hogwarts, which has existed since millennia ago,

try to understand the other side of things,

Even I dare not say that history is absolutely correct. "

There was silence in the auditorium. In the end, it was Dumbledore who recovered his smile and applauded lightly. The Sorting Hat was bowing exaggeratedly to all sides. Unfortunately, it was a hat and couldn't perform the etiquette of taking it off. All the professors and students I couldn't help but widen my eyes, and almost instinctively wanted to blurt out that this dirty hat was not self-righteous/short-sighted/brain-short-circuited/misunderstood, but soon realized that the four names did not refer to On behalf of the Academy but the four founders.So everyone with brains fell into deep thought.

"Oh—I'd love to know where I'm going to be. Too bad there's no chance."

In the portrait outside the auditorium, the head in Knight White's hand dragged his voice and sighed, and the surrounding portraits cast contemptuous glances at him.

The old man holding the parrot looked around in his picture frame, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Look, little Harry!"

A black-haired, green-eyed boy stumbled towards the auditorium behind Professor McGonagall, and beside him was a brunette girl in a Gryffindor school uniform. There was no doubt that it was Hermione Granger. He looked much better than the pale Harry, and he could even tell that he was in a good mood, which had to make the portraits gossip.

"Oh, I bet she got the Time-Turner. I've heard the professors talk about it before. Seriously, this girl should be sorted into Ravenclaw."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a sharp whistling made him frowned and quickly avoided. Sir Cadogan, who was not welcomed by the portraits, rode over on his fat pony with dark gray markings, more than It's because of his bad personality, and it's really because of the contrast of the White Knight here, which makes everyone feel sorry for Cadogan's clumsiness of falling off his horse from time to time.At this time, the chunky knight in armor completely ignored the disgust and indifference on everyone's faces, shook his head and said, "Pull out your weapons, I want to challenge! Huh? What's wrong with our savior, the wizard hero, he looks like he's about to collapse Up the steps."

This topic finally struck a chord with the portrait.

"Unfortunately, they encountered a dementor on the train."

"That's right, did you hear that the dementor broke into the car they were sitting in? What about the Weasley boy, why didn't he see him?"

"The youngest son of the Weasley family has already gone in. It seems that Professor McGonagall left them to talk... Fortunately, they had a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor by their side at that time, otherwise little Harry..." The old man was very Fortunately, I touched my nose.

"So it doesn't look like this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will spoil our lives with as many portraits of himself as last year's? Merlin, I have to say, that's really good news, and I wish Loja Professor T is always receiving his admirers at St. Mungo's Hospital!"

The pensive portrait of the aristocrat imitated Professor Snape's sarcastic tone, which made all the portraits laugh.

"Harry Potter?"

When he appeared in the frame of Hercules, he was already a step late, and he only had time to see the back of a thin boy.

"Oh—Green!!"

"It's been more than ten days, and I'm worried that you don't have a sense of direction..."

"You're too late, the Sorting Hat song has already been sung, this year's song is really new! Let's see, oh, now the dinner party has started, Merlin, the taste of this green onion and pepper steak is here Here it is, it smells so good——oooh."

It is very fragrant, but he is the one who wants to cry more. These portraits have never been "live". How can we understand his pain of not being able to eat even though he does not need to eat now.

Can't help but another row of black lines, he's really depressed, the headmaster and professors have to attend the opening dinner, so he can have such a sure and safe hour for him to stroll around, think about him "passing by" the Slytherin House When he was in the chief office, the completely out-of-shape layout made him feel alarmed again - he had to be so careful if he wanted to stay safely in this castle.

"Ah... ah ah... ah——"

The raised female voice brought him back to his senses again, and he looked up suspiciously.

"Don't look, little guy." White Knight pouted, and the head in his hand smiled strangely, "It's the fat lady of Gryffindor, she is hanging her voice again, she said she can sing better than the Sorting Hat, one day she It will be hung in the auditorium and sung to the whole school.”

She twitched, from here she couldn't see the fat lady who was hanging on the highest eighth floor, but she could fully imagine the pride she was holding a glass to hang her throat.

"Green..."

Merlin, enough is enough. It used to be just the portrait of the innocent and simple girl who liked to follow him shyly, but now the portrait of the noble girl holding the silver long-haired cat hanging on the fourth floor also ran to him with the same expression at some point. In the picture frame next to Hercules, he looked over with admiration.

"Green?! You are the Green who stole Suzanne's heart!!"

A roaring sound dazzled his eyes, and a chunky knight in armor clattered into the picture of a woman holding a baby next to Hercules, holding his grunting horse in his hand. The pony: "Draw your weapon, you have offended the great Sir Cadogan, and I challenge you to a duel! A duel!!"