Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

On the morning of October 10, Dumbledore just came out of the dormitory wearing his purple velvet pajamas. On the wall, the previous principals were yawning like him. Phoenix shook his tail and raised his eyes excitedly. Everyone in the principal's office noticed that the Sorting Hat on the shelf twisted its body and coughed several times to attract their attention.

Dumbledore put on his glasses, and looked suspiciously at the Sorting Hat who seemed to have taken a stimulant.

"Good morning, Albus, good morning, everyone. And your dear Fox, good morning."

This hat is usually not so wordy-everyone complains.

"Today is a special day."

It's Halloween, doesn't it mean that even the Sorting Hat wants to participate in tonight's masquerade?

"Do you want me to take you out to the dance tonight, Mr. Hat." Dumbledore just stretched out his hand to the table, and three or four syrup pies miraculously appeared on the plate. Dutiful house elf...

"I don't care about the ball or anything, Albus, but I do want you to take me out to the Great Hall, or the head Slytherin's office."

The Sorting Hat twitched the corner of its mouth proudly:

"After 1000 years of my master's death, I still have this honor to complete a thing he told me to do, what an honor..."

Godric Gryffindor was so whimsical back then, Merlin—the headmasters in the portrait suppressed a moan that almost came out of their throats, gossip is used to destroy legends and heroes, the truth If you listen too much, it will break down.

Dumbledore paused while chewing the treacle pie, looked at the principals with distorted expressions, and then looked at the proud and excited Sorting Hat. After cleaning the biscuit crumbs from his beard, he said with a smile, "Don't scare the children."

"Oh, no problem, absolutely not, Albus." The Sorting Hat looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle as a gesture of remembrance, "My master, if he knows, he will be so touched."

The principals put on their glasses and hearing aids without saying a word, and left the picture frame one by one.

So early in the morning on Halloween, as soon as the students of the four colleges entered the auditorium and prepared to have breakfast, they saw the principal sitting in the middle of the faculty and staff, wearing a robe with strange colors and patterns, eating a bunch of sweets, but in the snow-white hair He wore a hat that had been patched and patched so that it couldn't be more dirty.

"That's the Sorting Hat." It was Hufflepuff's.

"What did Professor Dumbledore wear it for? Has there ever been such a situation in school history?" This is a student of Ravenclaw.

"Probably something to announce, great, maybe something to happen." This was a Gryffindor who could occasionally be truthful.As for their ability to tell the truth, please don't doubt it, because that is the hat of Godric Gryffindor, the headmaster of Gryffindor College, there is always a similar thinking circuit.

The little snakes who sneered and said nothing were thinking in their hearts, and they were quickly rolled into the auditorium by the black robes. The potions professor who had been sitting on Dumbledore's right recently frowned and said: "I can assume that the headmaster After an interval of more than 140 years, I suddenly disagreed with the fact that I was sorted into Gryffindor and decided to ask Mr. Sorting Hat to give you good advice again in public today? I have to say, it’s too late, you I only had time to engrave it on the tombstone..."

"Good morning, Severus." Dumbledore greeted, tilting his head, as if he wasn't the one wearing the dirty and battered hat, and it certainly wasn't him who was sprayed with the poison, "New house-elf Honey strawberry mousse, would you like a piece?"

All the professors around had the urge to twitch: Principal, who would eat such a sweet and greasy thing in the early morning except you?

So Snape, who was completely defeated, could only pretend that he didn't hear or see anything, and began to eat his breakfast.

"I haven't seen Aerys for several days, and I haven't eaten the goat in the Chamber of Secrets. The poor girl won't go on hunger strike again. Severus, did you give her something to eat?"

Hearing the name Aerys, the professor's ears were all pricked up, and he successfully remembered who the name referred to, so his face turned completely pale, and the fork in Snape's hand began to moan, why was it designated as The professor's cutlery!

"If you still remember it! It hasn't eaten or starved to death for 1000 years!"

He should be more worried about whether the pet of the founder of Slytherin will have his fangs decayed by eating too many sweets. Maybe this is the purpose, a toothless basilisk.

"It's always bad not to eat..."

Here Dumbledore continued to chatter, but the Sorting Hat on his head twisted slightly, the edge of the hat was split, and he turned to the portrait hanging on the wall of the auditorium and asked in a low voice, "Dalice, is he here?"

Hogwarts, the auditorium that has witnessed all the glory and changes, is full of blank photo frames or landscape paintings on the walls, so that the former professors or principals can come here, which is obviously a very honorable thing in Hogwarts The portraits in the hall outside can't even get close to the corridor, so they are obviously very envious of these positions.

An old witch in a blue magic robe and neatly combed long silver curly hair nodded firmly in the frame, please ignore her distorted expression and irrepressible curiosity.

"Great."

The Sorting Hat twisted exaggeratedly, and then said loudly:

"My dear children, today is a special day."

Students below: Is Halloween special?Maybe, maybe...

"After a long time, I am still honored to give this gift here. I believe that the dead people and souls still exist and can understand each other."

Dumbledore raised his eyes to look at the hat on his head, wondering whether he was curious or not.

Then he regretted it. To be precise, all the audible people, portraits and ghosts, just opened their eyes and listened to the Sorting Hat begin to sing.

Of course, no one can say for sure what tune it was, since it wasn't in tune from the beginning to the end anyway.

"On this day, I remember the first time I met you.

Still this day, let me tell you.

It's just a surprise,

You can have any gift you want,

I'm just so scared that I have to wait for you in the kitchen. "

(The portraits of the principals in every corner are all petrified)

Cakes, biscuits, salads and even a bite of soup,

Pity I've never tasted a sip in my life,

I am not afraid of being poisoned to death by you, I have the courage,

But one day I will be starved to death by you..."

All the panting people in the auditorium were messed up in the wind, and Dumbledore was obviously shaking more violently. While holding back a smile, he looked back at the professors staring at him with extremely innocent eyes.

"When I was urged to climb up your window,

I really just want to know that after getting through the potion,

Would you cook supper in a cauldron..."

All the heads looked at Professor Snape. The Potions Professor choked in his throat and almost couldn't spit it out. The magic power began to run wild within the scope of the robe, and the students and professors were imagining the situation sung in the lyrics, drinking Those who got water choked half to death, those who ate couldn't swallow, and poured out a large piece in an instant.

"I really just envy your hair favored by the goddess of the night,

(all eyes staring at Snape's greasy hair start to twitch)

Really just curious about your lake-deep green eyes.

(Everyone suddenly twisted, no, Snape's eyes are black)

What you want to hide is up to you,

Late at night I look down from the tower,

You are as mysterious as the Black Lake.

Not until we are dead,

History has buried them.

Eternal life can not say a word;

I love you. "

The Sorting Hat dragged out the last word with a long aria-like sound, and twisted with emotion, facing the completely dull wizards, ghosts, and portraits inside and outside the auditorium.It began to let out a sad nose-twisting sob: "This song is dedicated to the most important person in my life, and Merlin knows it."

Beginning to realize the truth, Snape looked at Dumbledore completely darkly.

The headmaster also turned his neck a little stiffly, looked up at the hat on his head, and asked in a voice that could only be heard from the left and right: "Uh, it's a very good song, Mr. Hat, but what day is it today?"

The Sorting Hat choked out with an equally loud voice:

"Salazar's birthday, Albus. The four of them met at a ball at the Duke of Slytherin House."