This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

An ordinary four-legged stool was quickly placed in the center of the auditorium by Professor McGonagall.

However, the professor's expression was serious, and Andrew really couldn't tell that the professor was satisfied with his work.

Soon, the Sorting Hat was put up - it maintained the same level as before. After all, few people in the entire Hogwarts would have the thought of washing the Sorting Hat because it was too dirty.

To be honest, Andrew suspected that Dumbledore also had some little secrets that the hat knew, but he was not Gryffindor and would not run in this direction to seek death.

But this time the Sorting Hat suddenly spoke.

"Ah! Hogwarts, the cradle of wizards!

Lift up the light of your wisdom

Light up the dark night without knowledge fabricated by ignorance!

…”

Andrew was stunned for a moment and his eyes widened.

This rhythm seems a little too familiar - yes, it should be, that's it.

Not only Andrew was stunned, but also the students watching were stunned - Miss Granger opened her mouth slightly, and then hurriedly covered it.

"It's Ode to the Sun!"

She lowered her voice and talked to her friend next to her.

"Ode to the Sun?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, seeing confusion in each other's eyes - this thing isn't from your side, is it?

Apparently someone among the professors also noticed it. Professor Caredi Bubbaji also showed a strange expression, but he did not show it. Instead, he tried hard to listen to the entire adapted poem carefully.

'Damn it, even if the Muggle world has a Prime Minister, the Sorting Hat is tainted anyway! ’

But he soon discovered something was wrong - considering the things the Sorting Hat came into contact with and the gadgets it made, maybe he bought the poetry book for him.

'To be worse, a daily astronomy tower tip...'

Andrew was very sure of the consequences of instigating the Sorting Hat, but it was a done deal. Besides, the Sorting Hat had been modified very well, and the style of praising Hogwarts and then carrying something about himself was also quite appropriate - on the bright side, the hat would be considered a success if it didn't dance. !

Fortunately, his back was turned to the students behind him - otherwise he wouldn't be able to confirm whether the poem just now would affect the effect of the previous performance.

With his face tense again, Andrew turned sideways and watched each student being called by Professor McGonagall to begin this year's sorting ceremony.

As far as fear is concerned, the sorting ceremony this time was almost full - the first student left the crowd almost tremblingly, almost losing his seat on the stool.

"Ravenclaw!"

The Sorting Hat shouted its first decision.

‘A new student in this college? ’

Andrew's face didn't change at all. He watched the other party running past the Ravenclaw table amidst the cheers, and then his face turned from rosy to pale.

? ? ?

He glanced at the dining table - wasn't everyone on good terms at the end of last school year? Why are you trying to scare the freshmen with me?

"Paige Bloom."

Professor McGonagall began to read the next name - this strange name made Andrew have to try his best to keep his expression and not pay attention to things in his own college that might ruin his reputation. Freshmen were called in one by one, put on their hats, and were divided into—well, assigned to various colleges that suited them.

Andrew could vaguely feel the power of the ritual, but he was not sure whether he really felt it or was an hallucination caused by Professor McGonagall telling him the truth.

‘Speaking of which, because of the emotion of fear, I gained the power of protection—is this also an application of emotional magic? Just like that book said, ancient emotional magic uses emotions to increase the power of spells? ’

He didn't have enough magic knowledge to make an accurate judgment, but Animagus also practiced ritual magic - after the dangerous human body transformation was over, he could try that one, and then he would be accurate. judged.

But what's important now is that he maintains his deterrent effect - after the person on the list appears, he immediately clicks on the wooden folder with his finger, and the quill floats up and stops on the other person's name.

Such an unexpected appearance made the student almost get up from his chair - when the Sorting Hat read out the name of Slytherin's house, he was obviously relieved, and he was obviously a little bit reluctant when he took off the Sorting Hat.

But this performance did not prevent the quill from quickly writing down things like cleaning the toilet after the opponent's name - but the rest of the team actually looked envious when they saw this scene, and then, the entire team without branches The atmosphere became even more subdued.

——

"Hey...what is that guy Taylor doing?"

Hal gasped and bit his ears quietly - the scene of opening the folder and recording it was really scary, even as Andrew's roommate, he was a little scared.

"I swear, it's definitely not like he's up to anything."

Kevin also inhaled, "This is the first time I saw the problems on the train being cleared up during the sorting ceremony!"

"But there is no doubt that Taylor has been authorized. When we came in before, Professor McGonagall led the team!"

"This kid..." Hal was silent - he was happy for a moment, but soon thought that no matter how powerful he was, Andrew would not return to the dormitory to reveal even a little bit of news.

As the last student was sorted into Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony ended - and Andrew's roommates finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I was frightened too much today, and that guy was playing too much.

Professor McGonagall had already left with the stool and the Sorting Hat, and then it was Dumbledore's turn to speak and welcome the new professors - just like last year.

But a low gasp began to come from the Gryffindor side, and then spread throughout the entire hall - in the surprised eyes of the students, Andrew stepped directly to the Gryffindor table and came directly to the prefect.

After a low conversation, several students stood up from the Gryffindor side, and the quill on the folder quickly wrote a few names.

"Merlin's socks, what is Andrew doing?"

Hal glanced at the staff table and found that Dumbledore didn't say anything, just smiled and watched.

Then, it was Slytherin - this time Hal looked carefully, after the conversation, one person from each grade in Slytherin stood up, basically the most prestigious guys among the students.

Afterwards, the names were recorded on the list, and his roommate Andrew nodded in satisfaction, trotted over to Dumbledore, whispered something, and then turned to Filch, handing him the folder and quill.

‘Filch’s face was full of smiles! ’

Hal complained in his heart, but he didn’t dare to say it out loud—Andrew was going crazy today, and if he killed his roommate again, who would he go to for justice?