Chapter 47 The Sorting Hat’s Humor

Hearing the crisp "Azkaban" from the Sorting Hat's mouth, the air in the professor's chair became quiet for a moment.

The professors looked at the Sorting Hat in surprise. Their eyes wandered between Dracula and the hat on his head, with expressions of extreme astonishment.

"After being the principal for so many years, this is the first time I know that our Hogwarts has a fifth branch!" Dumbledore was the first to speak, and said happily, "Then let us congratulate Professor Dracula for becoming the first Aziz As a member of Kaban Academy, your promotion to the Dean of Azkaban will be just around the corner!"

Dumbledore led the applause.

Professor Kettleburn, who had only one arm and half a leg, saw the excitement and walked to Snape's seat with a cane.

"Severus, if you ask me, now that Azkaban is a branch, you Slytherin students don't have to go through the process anymore, you can just be escorted directly to Azkaban!" He happily used his remaining words. A hand patted Snape's shoulder and he laughed loudly, "I have to go to Azkaban for seven years, how troublesome it is!"

As a Hufflepuff of the older generation, Professor Kettleburn was naturally happy to bring some discomfort to Slytherin House. After all, Slytherin has a long history of looking down on Hufflepuff's little wizards.

Snape had a dark face, but given Professor Kettleburn's sixty or seventy-year experience as a professor, he, a young man in his thirties, couldn't just choke back.

Listening to the teasing of the professors around him, the corners of Dracula's mouth twitched.

"Are you feeling itchy again and want to experience the feeling of being burned?" He took off the sorting hat from his head and said with an unkind expression, "Don't think I don't know, you are probably still thinking about what I have given you. I want to clean up this matter and take the opportunity to take revenge!”

"Uncle... Lord Earl, I don't have one!" the Sorting Hat said in an aggrieved tone of being wronged, "This isn't Christmas, I just want to be humorous and liven up the atmosphere..."

"Okay, the Christmas banquet does lack some entertainment programs to liven up the atmosphere." Dracula looked at the hat in his hand and raised a malicious arc at the corner of his mouth, "Then I am going to perform a performance for everyone present. I need you to cooperate with me in the show about the Sorting Hat walking through a ring of fire."

Dracula turned the Sorting Hat with one hand. In his panicked expression, he casually snapped his fingers with the other hand, and a ring of burning flames appeared in front of the Sorting Hat.

"Wait, Lord Earl, I still have something to say!" The Sorting Hat lowered his voice in a panic and said to Dracula, "I did this for a reason, and it involves the four founders!"

It deliberately controlled the sound so that only Dracula could hear it. Dracula's eyes moved.

The next moment, the ring of fire in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the Sorting Hat stopped spinning, hanging listlessly in Dracula's hand.

"This hat just needs to be scared from time to time, otherwise it can cause all kinds of troubles." He smiled at the curious professors around him and elegantly put the sorting hat on his head, "Now My Santa hat is completely in place, professors, hurry up and eat, the main course will be taken away in a while."

When all the other professors looked away, Dracula touched the brim of the Sorting Hat with his hand.

"It's time to start. Let me see what the reason you came up with this time is good." He put on the hat and began to communicate silently with the Sorting Hat through its Legilimency ability as a bridge.

"My lord, it's so difficult for me!" The Sorting Hat's voice rang in Dracula's mind, and it began to complain as soon as it came up. "It's not that you don't know that your life has lasted a thousand years! Apart from sleeping, There are seven or eight hundred years of time! Even if you deliberately let go of the Occlumency, it is impossible for me to judge which founder's temperament matches the temperament of this long thousand years..."

"So I'm making things difficult for you?" Dracula asked in his mind as he stuffed a mouthful of blood pudding into his mouth.

"Not really." The Sorting Hat said sincerely, "It's just that I'm not capable enough. I will definitely work hard to improve!"

"Actually, I thought you would randomly create a college for me, at least to cope with it." Dracula laughed.

"I want to do this too, but there is no way." said the Sorting Hat. "A thousand years ago, the four great founders of Hogwarts injected their thoughts into my body, giving me unique abilities. Students can be assigned to various colleges based on their talents and qualities.”

"But the will of the four founders has always stayed in my body, and their memories and feelings for you, Count Dracula, have also existed for a long time. If the above are only secondary, then what really makes me feel What troubles me is another point - founders’ minds can quarrel!”

"Wait, you're saying that the thoughts left behind by Salazar and Godric will quarrel?"

Dracula suddenly became interested and didn't even eat the pudding in front of him. He sat upright and prepared to listen carefully to the Sorting Hat's story.

"That's true. In fact, when I was placed on your head, the remaining wills of the four founders wanted me to sort you into their respective houses. You know, Ravenclaw has always been interested in You have a strong impression, and Gryffindor and Slytherin have always wanted to prove who is the wizard friend who has the greatest influence on you..."

"The three of them are true." Dracula chuckled and shook his head, with a look of reminiscence and nostalgia in his eyes unconsciously.

At that time, he was far from the formidable vampire count he would become, and the four founders of Hogwarts were all just fledgling young wizards. Four like-minded wizards and a vampire friend who joined halfway, the five of them walked together on the frozen black lake, which was his youthful memory from thousands of years ago.

After unconsciously recalling it for a long time, Dracula suddenly thought of a question.

"Why haven't you mentioned Helga? Doesn't she want me to be sorted into Hufflepuff?" he asked the Sorting Hat in his mind.

"My lord, please wake up." The Sorting Hat couldn't help complaining, "Look at any of you that has the qualities of integrity, loyalty, honesty or fear of hardship... Hufflepuff's thoughts have already been I gave up hope, so I didn’t participate in the quarrels between the other founders of Sanwei, and instead continued to be the peacemaker.”

Dracula's face couldn't help but darken.

"After talking so much, it's still the same problem." His tone became malicious. "Why did you say 'Azkaban'?"

"This...this...why don't you blame Gryffindor?" the Sorting Hat said anxiously, "As the hat of Gryffindor, I must have inherited his inappropriate humor. Well, I must That’s right!”

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