The day to become the final boss

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will assign new students to four houses when they enroll, Gryffindor the Lion House, Slytherin the Snake House, Ravenclaw the Eagle House and Hufflepuff the Badger House.

There was another commotion among the little wizards around, and some of them paled and whispered to Merlin to bless them, don't use fighting monsters (dragons, dark wizards, vampires, giant octopuses, etc.) as the criteria for sorting.

"What to do, Sif, just now Ryan (classmate) said that her parents were sorted by pulling more scales from dragons than anyone else, oh god, that's a dragon, what should we do? I don't think so at all. I know how to deal with a dragon, I have only read some stories about dinosaurs in textbooks." Lily Evans' pretty face was pale, obviously her new classmate's words frightened her, and she stretched out her little hand again to continue to ravage her. Friends are already miserable enough old robes.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, "Well, Lily, I thought Hogwarts was a school of magic and not recruiting circus students or dragon slayers."

He glanced at the weird smiles of the seniors of the four colleges sitting at the four long tables, then at the professor's chair above the auditorium, and finally landed on the pointed wizard hat placed on a round stool under the professor's chair.

The hat is really old, its frayed fabric doesn't know which era it was made in, and the crumpled top has been patched several times, and it's terribly dirty. I believe no one would be willing to wear it.

Snape's intuition told him that the hat would do the sorting.

Then he found three small slits on the hat, which looked like human eyes and mouth. The slits in the hat that looked like mouths became bigger and bigger. In the auditorium, it actually sang a song——

"You have an old hat before you,

Yes, that old hat is me.

Maybe I'm not that pretty,

But I am much more useful than your pretty hats,

Be it gem-studded or brightly adorned with feathers,

I am older than any of them.

I am Godric's hat,

a magic hat,

Put me on your little heads,

Let the old hats see where your next seven years belong.

Perhaps you are the brave and passionate Gryffindor,

Or maybe you're the wise and wise Ravenclaw,

If you're cunning and ambitious, go to Slytherin,

If you are honest and gentle or have no other outstanding characteristics,

Don't worry, the permissive Hufflepuff will always accept you.

Come on, put on your old hat,

I'm curious where you will belong. "

Professor McGonagall began to call the names of the little wizards who were lined up. They walked up one by one and sat down on the round stools. The old hat with expressive expressions assigned them to the corresponding colleges one by one.

"Fortunately, it's just a hat." Like most little wizards, Lily breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to compete with a dragon at all.

But there were also people who stared at the filthy old hat and turned pale. Maybe they thought it would be easier to fight a dragon than put the hat on their head?For example, those young ladies and young masters who obviously have a superior family background speak with an aristocratic accent like singing.

"Lily Evans," called Professor McGonagall.

The little girl with red hair and green eyes walked forward with some trepidation in her eyes. Snape suddenly felt that she would go to Gryffindor. Although Lily was enthusiastic and cheerful and loved to study, he had an intuition that she would be assigned to Gryffindor. Not Ravenclaw.

"Gryffindor!"

Lily took off Mr. Hat from the top of her head, put it on the round stool, and walked to the Gryffindor lion's den, who warmly welcomed her. She sat down at the long table and greeted the people around her warmly. Serious friend winks.

Snape lowered his eyes. He could never belong to Gryffindor. He was sullen and awkward, and although he also thirsted for knowledge, there were certain qualities that were more suitable for Slytherin.

"Seven Simpkins."

"Ravenclaw!"

"Will..."

"James Potter." The boy with messy black hair and glasses ran over.

Snape remembered him as one of the foursome who had provoked him for no reason on the Hogwarts Express, and those four were truly unspeakably annoying.

Some people are born enemies, like snakes and cats who are born enemies.

"Gryffindor!"

"Oh! I really should go to Gryffindor, guys, come on!" James excitedly waved his arms at the other three people who were still waiting in line for sorting, and ran to the Gryffindor long table happily.

"Sirris Black."

Sirius had the sorting hat on his head, and his eyes were a little uneasy.

"Gryffindor!" The old hat was silent for 2 minutes, and shouted the answer loudly.

Tsk!again!Snape curled his lips disdainfully.

Sirius' eyes lit up, and he screamed strangely and ran towards James.

"Siris!" An angry scream sounded from the long Slytherin table, and a girl stood up from the seat, staring at Sirius Black with surprise and shame, as if to burn his head out The beautiful face twisted angrily.

There was another Slytherin girl looking at him with the same angry and surprised eyes, not only her, but all the Slytherin students looked incredible.

Sirius' face turned pale for a moment.

"Hey, man, your sisters look mad." James poked him with his elbow.

"What the hell, I'm already tired of that family!" Sirius said indifferently, and quickly made a fuss with the surroundings.

"Steven..."