The group walked out of the room, through the foyer, past a double door at the back, and into an ultra-luxurious dining room.

Students from the rest of the academy were already seated around four long tables, above which thousands of candles fluttered in the air lit up the cafeteria.

Four tables were lined with glittering gold plates and goblets, and on the top of the dining room was a long table where the teachers were seated.

Dumbledore sat in the middle, he was wearing a luxurious dark blue robe embroidered with many xx and oo, and the wizarding temperament stood out.

A long flowing silver-white hair, and an extremely well-trimmed long beard, in addition to this, the most noticeable thing is probably the long hooked nose, which seems to have been broken several times.

He wears a pair of half-moon glasses, and behind them are two bright blue eyes, which are extremely penetrating, as if they were taking X-rays.

Next to Dumbledore was a vacant seat for Professor McGonagall, and next to him was a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin.

William was quickly seated, after all, in the description of the twin brothers, the professors were very ...... Peculiarity.

In other words, strange shapes, crooked melons and cracked dates, uneven......

So, this must be what they say they say - the old bat, the greasy middle-aged man, Professor Snape.

William shook his head, these two people talked too much, and the words were really ...... Accurate, elegant, and connotative.

Professor McGonagall led the first-year students to the center of the hall and had them lined up in front of the entire upper class, with the teachers behind them.

The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces stared at them like pale lanterns. The ghosts also mingled among the students, glowing with a hazy silver light.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year freshman, then placed a top wizard's hat on the stool.

The hat was patched, worn out, and so dirty that it never seemed to have been washed.

William felt that the hat should not be placed on a stool, but in a pool filled with Liby dish soap.

Could it be that the sorting test is to see who can wash the hat as quickly as possible?

Suddenly, the hat twisted and seemed to be dancing shoulders.

The brim of the hat cracked a wide slit like a mouth—and the hat began to sing in some strange melody:

"You may think I'm handsome, but don't try to fall in love with me, it will hurt you, and I won't feel guilty about who made me charming and adorable."

William felt Professor McGonagall's lips purse even tighter, and she would probably pull out her wand and give the Sorting Hat a silence charm at any moment.

William was disappointed, and Professor McGonagall gasped a few times, and her face was calm again.

William suspects that she used a wandless, silent spell and casts a closed earbud on herself.

The Sorting Hat is still making terrifying noises:

"Gryffindor, where there is bravery buried in the heart;

Ravenclaw, where there is natural alertness and intelligence;

Hufflepuff, where there is eternal loyalty and goodness;

Slytherin, where there are ambitions and pursuits imprinted in the heart.

Hogwarts, the home of the four houses! ”

The Sorting Hat twists faster and faster, like a rock boy who is addicted to music and can't help himself, but in fact he is just a square dance aunt.

William is still a little lucky, fortunately, the Fen Hat Academy doesn't understand hip-hop, otherwise he wouldn't have to come to a local Rap.

After a full ten minutes, the Sorting Hat finally completed its epoch-making concert once a year, and the audience applauded thunderously.

The Weasley brothers even stood in their chairs cheering and almost rushed over to ask for autographs.

The Sorting Hat saluted each of the four tables, and then stood still, but his mouth was still open and closed, not knowing what he was reading.

Looking at that mouth, a bold thought suddenly flashed through William's mind.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever I call by name now puts on his hat and sits on a stool and waits for the Sorting House." She said.

"Artur!"

A dark-haired boy immediately walked very up.

Almost as soon as the hat touched his head, he screamed, "Slytherin! ”

The boy was satisfied, and bowed slightly to the Slytherin table, where there was thunderous applause.

"Katie Bell!"

A ruddy-faced, long, blond girl hurried out of the queue and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.

She sat down, pausing for a moment......

"Gryffindor!" The hat shouted.

The farthest table on the left erupted in cheers, and the twin brothers pulled out a megaphone out of nowhere, making a loud noise.

Percy glared at them fiercely, but his cheers were loud.

"Gavin Campbell!"

A boy with curly hair hurried forward.

"Hufflepuff!"

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered for him to take a seat at their table, and the ghost of the fat friar waved happily to him.

Soon autumn arrived.

Cho slowly walked over to the sorting hat, and she put it on. But this time the hat hesitated for a long time before a voice came: "Ravenclaw!" ”

"Oh no!" Cedric covered his face, in great pain, he didn't expect that the beginning of the second grade would be so gloomy.

Cho sat down next to Marietta Ekmo, who was also assigned to Ravenclaw.

"William Stark!" Professor McGonagall reads.

William calmly walked over to the Sorting Hat, which was even more dirty than he had thought, the body of the hat was already pilling, and there were a lot of patches around it.

The most excessive thing is that there are cobwebs on half of the side, and a small spider is staring at William.

Luckily, it's not cockroaches, otherwise William would have been worried about the health of Hogwarts.

He picked up his hat, shook it off, and put it on his head in disgust.

"Hey, boy, what's your attitude?" A small voice rang out in William's ear.

"Don't deny it—" the Sorting Hat snapped a little, "I can see what you're thinking!" ”

"Uh-huh, let me come to Kangkang's little head melon and decide which college you go to......"

William scratched his dark brown hair, he really felt a little itchy on his scalp, and this discomfort quickly spread to his whole body.

The Sorting Hat seemed to have been greatly insulted, and its self-esteem burst into flames, and it raised its voice again to decibels: "Yong! Far! Don't think about me with such dirty thoughts!

I'm a cleanliness fetish! Which hat have you ever seen, bathed a thousand times! ”

For a hat, it is true that you have taken a thousand baths, but you have existed for at least a thousand years, and on average, you only wash it once a year?!

The Sorting Hat clearly knew what William was thinking, and it snorted, and duck paw to change the subject.

Dumbledore coughed twice, reminding the Sorting Hat to hurry.

Even if he wasn't hungry, could those lovely students not be hungry?!

————I'm the separator for the Sorting Hat————

Sorting Hat: Wizards, just vote for your recommendation and I'll be able to place you in the house you want to go to.