Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 382: Above the table

"...Helen Schon!"

Like Hogwarts, these little wizards from Minos are not all of Greek origin. The first girl Maca reported seemed to be of Nordic ancestry just like Maca and others.

When he heard Maca announce his name, Helen, who was standing quietly in the queue, glanced at him, then walked to the four-legged stool and sat down somewhat restrained.

Look at her with her legs close together and her two small hands resting on her knees. She is still quite nervous in her cuteness. The eyelids were drooping slightly, obviously not dare to look at the large curious eyes in the auditorium.

Maca carried the parchment roll and walked to Helen's side, and buckled the sorting hat in her hand on her long chestnut hair, and Helen shrank her neck subconsciously.

"Ha!"

As soon as the sorting hat got on Helen's hair, she immediately yelled, shaking her whole body with fright.

"I gave the hat a problem as soon as I came up, but what I like to study most is the problem... Hmm..." The Sorting Hat twisted his body and groaned for a while, "I think... logically speaking, it should be to pull Wenclaw, but... girl, what do you think?"

"...what?" Helen said with big eyes flashing.

"Ravenclaw College allows you to freely pursue knowledge and satisfy curiosity," the Sorting Hat sang like a song, "and Slytherin College allows you to carefully explore the darkness and interpret desires... The hat suggests that you choose one of these two academies...Of course, it's just a suggestion, and the hat is just a hat."

"Pull, Ravenclaw!" Helen pursed her lips, raised her eyes to look at the students at the four long tables, and then hesitated slightly.

"Hmm..." The sorting hat skewed its spire again, "Is this your choice? Then—Gryffindor!"

Helen's branch was chanted loudly by the hat, and most of the little lions clapped enthusiastically.

This is justified. Most of the sympathetic little wizards have a lot of affection for Helen, this lovable little girl.

"Huh?"

In Helen's stunned moment, Maca pinched the tip of the hat and lifted the sorting hat.

Suddenly felt that the top of her head was empty, Helen immediately recovered, and walked over a little erraticly amidst the welcome of the little lions.

"The Sorting Hat, is there anything special about that little girl?" Maca asked the Sorting Hat casually, looking at the girl's back.

"Special?" The Sorting Hat thought for a while, "If you want to say special, it must not be as special as your kid... how to say? Is it a kid who has forgotten how to ‘choose’?"

Naturally it is not the time to ask, Maca glanced at the parchment again, and then said loudly: "Helen Schon, assigned to Gryffindor College, in third grade... Next, Socaradi Christopher Dopoulos."

"...Christopros?"

At the long Gryffindor table, Ron, who was watching the new female classmate curiously, heard such a strange name that made his tongue knotted.

"No, it's ‘Christopnos’." Harry corrected from the side.

"Not'Chris Rose'?" Neville asked with a puzzled look on his face holding his toad Raffles.

"Don't you think it's weird that the one you are talking about has so many syllables missing?" Ron patted Neville's shoulder hard and laughed.

"Ron! You are not qualified to make fun of Neville," Hermione, who was talking to Helen, suddenly turned her head and yelled, "Also, don't make fun of people's names!"

"...It's Christopher Dopoulos." Helen, who was sitting next to Hermione, carefully pulled her sleeve, and said softly, "Sokaradis is very nice, and Gran Miss Jie is as kind and enthusiastic as our student dean..."

In the middle of the conversation, she paused suddenly, her face grimly said: "...Well, I mean, before...we used to be our student dean."

"Oh... I'm sorry," he saw a weeping expression on Helen's face, and Ron immediately hurriedly said, "We didn't mean it, that...well, we all remembered. Is it called Chris...huh?"

In half of his hurried comfort, Ron realized that he had almost forgotten the difficult-to-remember surname, and immediately turned his head in embarrassment to ask Harry and the others for help on the spot.

"Uh..." Harry whispered, then helplessly spread his hands, "I think we might have to include this name in the homework list."

"Puff."

Helen seemed to be poked with a smile by Harry's words, and smiled with a puff of cheeks, a faint blush appeared on her cute face.

"Thank you, seniors... it's okay," Helen took a breath, smiled sweetly at everyone, and said sensibly, "Actually, when I just went to settle in Greece with my dad, I was also surprised by those strange things. The weird name has been troubled for a long time..."

"In order to remember the names that must be remembered, I also put them on the sticky notes, and posted them everywhere at home!"

"Oh, this is a great idea!" Ron clapped his hands and said, "I thought of using this method to recite "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" before--"

"If you don't mention it, I forgot..." Harry glared at Ron angrily when he heard the words. "When you were in the first grade, you nailed all the thumbtacks on the whole wall of the bedroom. Huh? The pushpin that fell on the floor almost pierced the soles of my feet!"

"Huh?" Ron turned his head to avoid Harry's gaze, and said dryly, "No, didn't I just say it at the time? That must be a good thing Pepigui did..."

Helen watched Harry and Ron chattering with each other, seemingly very funny, and she couldn't help but let out a crisp laugh like a wind chime.

……

"Slytherin--"

Just now, when Ron and the others were talking about the boy's name and you were talking to me, the Sorting Hat quickly reported the result of the boy's sorting.

"Oh?" Maca raised his eyebrows a little, and then said quietly, "Sokaradis Christozdopoulos, assigned to Slytherin College, in sixth grade... One..."

"Professor McLean, please call me "Sokas"."

The boy whose sorting hat was taken off by Maca politely bowed down and bowed, then stood up from the four-legged stool, and walked generously to the Slytherin table as the little snakes watched where they were falling.

Maca looked at the back of the boy who was a year older than him, and secretly drew a circle around his name in his heart.

"Next, Paris..."

The names of the Greeks are very convoluted. Although they are not harder to read than some ancient magic texts, it is indeed a bit confusing to read them one by one.

After finishing this special sorting ceremony, Professor McGonagall immediately waved his magic wand, filled all the large dishes with food, and announced the start of today's dinner quite in time.

Maca snapped the sorting hat on her head, and immediately returned to the faculty seat, picked up the fork and gave herself a big fried chicken leg.

"Professor McGonagall, where's Umbridge?" He looked at the empty seats in the table, then swallowed a mouthful of chicken thighs, wiped the corners of his mouth and asked, "Didn't she come back with me before? ?"

"It seems that there is something urgent for the Ministry of Magic. She went back suddenly..." McGonagall frowned slightly, "I originally planned to announce her re-appointment after the sorting ceremony."

"Really..." Maca thought for a while, "I will go to the principal's room and put back the sorting hat, by the way, please ask Mr. Evra to see the situation at the Ministry of Magic."

The "Mr. Evra" in his mouth is one of the portraits of principals of past generations hung on the wall of the principal's office. He has held two ministerial positions in the Ministry of Magic, and there are also portraits of him on the Ministry of Magic.

"Well," Professor McGonagall nodded, "Okay, I will be there after I arrange it here."

After speaking casually, Maca crossed the chicken legs on the plate again, opened his mouth and took a big bite, chewing contentedly.

"The Sorting Hat...is there any weird guy among the students just now?" He asked the Sorting Hat on his head vaguely while chewing on the chicken~IndoMTL.com~.

"What's weird?" The Sorting Hat lazily said, "It's all about the same! Everyone is superficial and selfish, isn't it? Rather, it is stranger to be completely consistent."

"For example?" Maca curiously asked.

"For example, Luna Lovegood—and Minerva McGonagall—"

"Maca!" Professor McGonagall suddenly turned his head and said, "Put the hat next to him, and don't talk too much while eating."

"It seems that you have to be added to these people." Maca smiled and shrugged.

"Of course, this hat has always been--"

The sorting hat was not finished, but Maca took it off from the top of his head and placed it on the edge of the dining table.

"You should stop talking, and save Professor McGonagall from throwing you in the fireplace for a while." He patted the tip of the sorting hat and said funnyly, "In that case, your bath will be useless."

"Hmph, this hat never tells lies."

After humming, the Sorting Hat stopped talking about it, and he quieted down.

Maca stuffed his mouth with food, while looking up at the long tables. Most of the refugees from Minos were bathed in the kindness of the little wizards of the colleges, and seemed to blend in The collective is not too difficult.

Of course, two students who have been assigned to Slytherin College may have a relatively difficult time in the process of integration.

"...Helen, come and taste this mushroom soup, I think this is the most delicious of Hogwarts dishes!" Vaguely, Maca seemed to hear Hermione's bright voice. )Download the free reader!!