Chapter 34: A sense of heaviness accumulated from a physical point of view

Hearing what McGonagall said, the students were in a commotion, and they all looked at Yunye.

After all, when he first entered school, Yun Ye was the most popular one.

"Who is that student? How come it seems that most freshmen know him?"

Dumbledore turned his head when he saw it. The freshmen had just arrived at Hogwarts for less than half an hour, and one of the students was well known, which was really unusual.

You must know that even if it is a super celebrity like Harry Potter, freshmen can at least recognize him after seeing his scar, not to mention there are many Muggles who don’t even know the history of escape from the Dark Lord’s hands. Family freshman.

"Obviously, it was Yunye who was arrogant and arrogant at the beginning of school, which made the limelight." Snape never forgets the hatred that Yunye had choked before.

"It's the child of the Yun family, the principal, very clever. Both parents are Ravenclaw." Flitwick corrected Snape's depreciation beside him, apparently someone who had already regarded Yun Ye as a child of his academy. appearance.

"Ah... the pure-blooded aristocrat who studied in Ravenclaw is very rare. I remember it is the two children of Fan and Si Xuan." Dumbledore suddenly realized when he heard that, "They also invited me to attend their son's birthday not long ago. For the banquet, it’s a pity that I had something to go abroad, so I could only express my blessing verbally."

"This is the son they said before..." Dumbledore took another look at the cloud night bathed in countless eyes.

"Ahem, I'm sorry I have to interrupt you, Professor McGonagall." The Sorting Hat said suddenly, "Before that, I haven't sang yet, am I?"

Suddenly hearing a dirty and torn hat speak, the new students suddenly exclaimed. Obviously, they didn't expect that the dark dirty hat had this ability, and it seemed to have completely independent thinking.

"My dad once told me, never trust an object that can think for yourself." Ron whispered to Harry.

"Oh, yes, it is true."

McGonagall was stunned, and then let the Sorting Hat begin to sing by himself. Yun Ye, who was going to go forward, was invited back to the team by McGonagall.

It's like being told that the stage was occupied just as soon as he was about to take the stage. It still made Yun Ye a little unhappy. Of course, the most important thing that caused this unhappy mood was that the sorting hat singing was too ugly.

It's just an unsaving voice with a lack of frequency, and the lyrics sung have no connotation. Simply put, it is to brag about the greatness of the four colleges, and then brag about the greatness of oneself. In summary, it is "all bragging".

"I also have a pair of soundproof earplugs here, do you want to use it?" Yunye asked Hermione while plugging the earplugs.

"Uh, I can't think about it. I think it would be nice to listen to the sorting hat singing."

Hermione thought for a while and refused. After all, for her, the scene before her was still very novel and worth listening to.

Yun Ye curled his lips, stepped back a few more rows, returned to Pansy, and sold earplugs again.

This time I got Pansy's response. Little Lolita plugged her earplugs awkwardly in accordance with Yunye's teaching. Obviously, she was not very interested in Song of the Sorting Hat.

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, many students showed expectant eyes, not knowing which college they would be assigned to.

Hermione had received Yunye's encouragement, and she didn't seem so vain, but Harry was extremely guilty. The Dursley's experience made him very lacking in self-confidence.

At this time, Harry couldn't help thinking of Yun Ye's figure, the first Hogwarts classmate he met. He always looked at his performance in Harry's eyes, always so confident and full of brilliance.

"If only I could have half of his ability..."

Harry couldn't help but sighed subconsciously. Ron, who was too nervous next to him, couldn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

The most confident group of people on the scene are undoubtedly children from pure-blood families, and most of them firmly believe that they must enter Slytherin.

"The first one, Yunye!" McGonagall said again.

Yun Ye stepped out and walked to the Sorting Hat.

This time not only the freshmen, even the four deans, including McGonagall and Flitwick, couldn't help but stare at Yunye.

This student who started making big news on his own at the beginning of school was caught by them all. It is really exciting to see what college he will enter.

"His parents are both from Ravenclaw, and of course they will definitely come to us Ravenclaw!" Among them, Flitwick is undoubtedly the most looking forward to. It seems that Yunye's parents have left him a deep impression. impression.

"Come and put on me."

The Sorting Hat looked at Yun Ye and said, but Yun Ye hasn't done anything yet.

This time even Dumbledore looked over curiously, not knowing what Yunye was hesitating.

"Professor McGonagall, I want to ask you a question." Yun Ye suddenly looked at McGonagall, "How many years hasn't this hat been cleaned?"

McGonagall was taken aback, and years of experience as a professor made her habitually replied: "I think it hasn't been washed since it was created."

Yun Ye showed a toothache expression after hearing this: "In other words, this hat has not been cleaned for almost a thousand years? I'm sorry I'm a little bit hygienic, can you wait for me to clean it up before wearing it?"

This sorting hat is not happy: "Boy, the sorting ceremony is very sacred! I have not suffered any external force for thousands of years, and I can even show the heavy feeling of the Hogwarts sorting ceremony!"

"Oh..." Yun Ye nodded, "I think it's probably because hundreds of students put head oil, dandruff, and dandruff on you every time, and then after a thousand times, stains and dirt accumulate. Does it make you heavier?"

"vomit!"

As soon as Yun Ye said it, many senior students directly sprayed after the dinner table, and even many professors on the teacher bench subconsciously stretched out their hands to cover their mouths.

The rest of the many first-year freshmen all looked at each other, seeing each other's faces full of disgusting expressions.

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