Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 7: Judgment of the Sorting Hat

　　 Hearing another scream from the front, Maca stood on her toes and looked forward.

　　 I saw twenty pearly white, translucent humanoid shadows suddenly appeared on one side of the wall. Maca took a closer look. They were probably a group of ghosts.

　　 They were talking to each other, sliding lightly over the room, and Maca vaguely heard the word "Pippy".

　　 "... I said, what are you doing here?" A ghost wearing a round ruffled collar tights seemed to have just spotted the first-year students below.

　　 "Newborn!" Another chubby monk smiled at them and said, "I think, maybe you are going to be tested?"

　　Some students nodded silently, but no one spoke.

　　 "I hope you can be assigned to Hufflepuff!" said the monk, "I went to that college before."

　　 "Now move forward," a shrill voice said beside the monk, "The sorting ceremony will begin soon."

　　Professor McGonagall came back, and the ghosts wandered through the opposite wall in file, disappearing one by one before everyone's eyes.

　　 "Now, in a single row," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year freshmen, "follow me."

　　Maca was at the back of the line, and it took a while to leave the room with the student in front of him-there is no way, who would let him be behind in the first place?

　　 This is the Hogwarts restaurant. Students of other grades have been sitting around four long tables. Above the tables, thousands of candles float on the long table out of thin air, illuminating the entire restaurant. .

　　 On four tables were glittering gold plates and goblets. The seniors looked at them, these freshmen, whispering about which ones would go to their college and which ones might not.

　　 There is another long table on the top table of the restaurant, which is the seat of the teachers. Professor McGonagall led them there and arranged them in a row facing all the seniors, while the teachers stood quietly behind them.

　　 The candlelight in mid-air flickered slightly, reflecting the faces of the seniors a little white, and the ghosts that I saw just now were mingled with faint silver light among them, and everyone was looking at them. Here.

　　Maca looked bored at the enchanted ceiling above his head. The black background was dotted with countless twinkling stars, which seemed to be true in the faint magical smoke—he was even in Several familiar constellations have been found above.

　　 "There was magic there, and it looked like the sky outside. I read about it in "Hogwarts, a School History"." Maca vaguely heard a slight voice not far away. It sounds like Hermione.

Professor 　　　 gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the freshman, and Maca retracted his gaze from the ceiling and fell in front of him. He saw Professor McGonagall put another top wizard hat on the stool, the hat was patched, worn out and very dirty. To be honest, the thought of putting this hat on his head later made him feel uncomfortable.

　　 Seeing that the sorting hat was put down, the faint voice in the restaurant immediately became silent. They all knew that the highlight was coming.

　　 As expected, the hat twisted a few times, a crease opened and closed like a mouth, and it began to sing.

　　 "You may think I am not pretty, but don't judge people by appearance. If you can find a hat more beautiful than me, I can eat myself."

　　 Hearing this, Maca's mouth twitched.

　　 "You can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and make your top silk hats smooth and crisp. I am the magic hat used in the Hogwarts test. Naturally, it is more high-end than your hats..."

　　The Sorting Hat kept singing word by word in a bad tone, but Maca had already turned his eyes to the ceiling again, which was much more interesting than this.

　　 It wasn't until everyone started to applaud that Maca came back to his senses, and followed a few shots. Several familiar freshmen were already discussing with the classmates around him.

　　 "Maybe I can go to Gryffindor," a little boy with long black hair beside Maca lowered his voice and said to him, "My dad said, I have always been courageous. Live a whole Flobber caterpillar!"

　　 "Are you called Bell Grylls?" Maca swallowed hard.

　　 "Who is that? My name is Kona, Michael Kona, you can call me Mike." The little boy Michael tilted his head.

　　 They were chatting one after another when they saw Professor McGonagall take two steps forward and gently unfold the roll of parchment in his hand.

　　 "Whoever I call by name now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and waits for the sorting." She said, "Hannah Abbot!"

　　 A little girl with red cheeks and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue and put on a sorting hat. The hat was obviously too big for her, and it suddenly covered her restricted eyes.

　　Maca looked at this reckless little girl and thought it was really funny.

　　 She sat down, and after a while, she heard the sorting hat stretched out and shouted, "Hufflepuff--!"

　　 The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, and welcomed her to sit at their table. The ghost of the fat monk at the long table also waved to her happily.

　　 "Susan Burns."

　　 "Hufflepuff--!" the hat changed its tone and shouted. Susan quickly ran to Hannah and sat down.

The 　　 branch continues, and the hat is skillfully changed into a strange tone after another. It seems that every semester is thinking about these boring things to pass the time.

　　 Not surprisingly, the Harry trio was assigned to Gryffindor College, which represents courage and boldness; Anthony and Lisa met on the train were assigned to Ravenclaw, and of course Ernie Was assigned to Hufflepuff.

　　 Michael, who swallowed the Flobber caterpillar next to Maca, did not go to Gryffindor as he thought, but was also assigned to Ravenclaw College. It can be seen that he is actually a bit unwilling.

　　 "Maca McLean."

　　 Finally it was his turn, and Maca immediately stepped forward when he heard the words, took the Sorting Hat, and after hesitating for a moment, put it on his head as if resigning.

　　 "Um... it seems you are reluctant?" The Sorting Hat twisted and said dissatisfiedly.

　　 "Actually, I would rather you take a bath for yourself." Maca did not deny it. He estimated that this hat could roughly read his thoughts, and it was best to tell the truth.

　　 "Well, I think so too, but I can't climb to the bathroom by myself, right?" The sorting hat twisted again, and the upright tip of the hat slumped dejectedly. "But no principal can think of this. They are too busy."

　　 complained a little, it regained its original vitality again, and muttered to itself.

　　 "Well--, ah--it's difficult, very difficult," the Sorting Hat said, "It stands to reason that you have to go to Ravenclaw. The atmosphere there allows you to absorb the essence of knowledge more fully; but you Only in Slytherin can his cleverness and overall outlook be more thoroughly cultivated..."

　　"Where are Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?" Maca asked curiously.

　　 "Ah? Gryffindor! Do you think it's possible?" The Sorting Hat asked directly in a strange tone.

　　 "Well, actually I think so too..." Maca curled his lips and said helplessly.

　　 At this time, the sorting hat suddenly twisted itself, rubbed the wide brim with the tip of the hat, and then said while thinking, "Well, Hufflepuff, yes yes, yes yes... …You have to go there, this should be the most correct choice."

　　 After all, it didn’t wait for Maca to speak, and shouted, "Hufflepuff--!"

　　 Maca put his hat back on the four-legged stool with a puzzled look, walked towards Hufflepuff’s long table with doubts in his head, and took a seat amidst the applause of the seniors.

　　 "Welcome! Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet, I want to say a few words. That is-fool! Cry! Remnants! Twist!" Maca stopped. After having a conversation with a tall senior, he looked up at Dumbledore who was talking, "Thank you everyone!"

　　 After Dumbledore sat down again, everyone began to applaud.

　　 "What do you mean?" Maca turned her head and asked the senior nearby.

　　 "I don't know, maybe the professor is just showing his sense of humor." The senior shrugged and said that he didn't understand, "Just follow the music, don't worry too much."

　　At this time, a large amount of food suddenly appeared on the empty golden plate on the long table. Roast beef, grilled chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steak, boiled potatoes, grilled potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire pudding, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, tomato sauce soup, everything is available~IndoMTL.com~ Dazzled.

　　"What is this again?" Maca reached out and pulled a plate, "Mint hard candy?"

　　 "Professor Dumbledore likes this recently." While gnawing the meat off the lamb chops, the senior explained in a vague voice, "He always shares his favorite sweets and drinks with everyone."

　　Maca shrugged after listening to it, and then pushed the plate containing the mints far away.

　　 "Maca, aren't you hungry?" Not far away, Ernie curiously watched Maca sip the roast beef into his mouth, and couldn't help but ask.

　　 "Oh, I actually don't eat a lot." Maca smiled. Obviously, while making sure to eat less ugly, he bet his efficiency on speed.

　　 "Look at Ernie, he's keeping his demeanor!" A school girl who looked a little careless, smiled and joked about Maca.

　　 "Aha! I was seen through by the senior sister," Maca wasn't annoyed at all, but he also jokingly said, "Otherwise, how can you let the senior sister talk to me! I mean, like senior sister? Beautiful beauty."

　　 The elder sister didn’t expect that she was teased by Maca for a while, her cheeks became flushed by surprise, but she still brazenly said: "Oh, that’s not bad, you little boyfriend, elder sister, I made a reservation!"

　　 "Huh! Charlotte, you are finally ready to marry!" The other girl next to her laughed and teased her, who seemed to be her good friend.

　　 Amidst the roar of the students around, Charlotte couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly lowered her head and skewered a piece of roasted potato from her dinner plate into her mouth. Her beautiful face turned red.