Chapter 142 Where is the excellence?

At this moment, the figure of the fat monk emerged from under the dining table. He deliberately lowered his voice, as if he wanted to tell everyone a secret quietly.

"Guess who I saw?" The fat monk's expression was a little funny, which was a little unusual. He was usually the most serious ghost, second only to Bloody Barrow, Lady Gray, and Sir Nicholas.

The little badgers became interested and asked questions one after another.

However, the fat monk was like a child who had mastered a secret. He floated away with a meaningful expression on his face, "You will definitely be very excited."

Just when everyone was intrigued and even wanted to open the door to take a look, the door to the auditorium opened.

Professor McGonagall was still walking at the front, and behind her were a group of young wizards with anxious expressions.

Some of them had lost their souls and followed the others in a daze. Some of them lowered their heads and muttered as if they were reciting the text. Some of them grinned and cried silently.

The expressions are rich, the mood is complex, and the steps are heavy.

In contrast, their seniors all had serious expressions, as if they were about to witness a showdown of the century.

The little wizards were even more panicked.

Among the crowd, Robert saw little Hermione. She was lowering her head and muttering something that seemed to be a magic spell. If she was holding a wand at this time, she might actually use it subconsciously.

"Have you seen him?" The fat monk got out from under the table. He had tried his best to lower his voice, but due to the special nature of the ghost, it only made him more eerie and terrifying, "Did you see it? Just There, in the crowd.”

The little badgers were upset by his words. Finally, someone couldn't help but asked, "Friar, would you please tell me who you saw?"

The fat monk smiled and leaned his upper body on the table without saying a word. The little badgers who were appetized by him were almost going crazy with anxiety.

As the sorting ceremony progressed, the Sorting Hat was invited out again, and it began to sing its own song again, although Robert felt that the lyrics were a bit biased.

When the Sorting Hat stopped singing, the sorting ceremony began.

"Have you seen that red-haired guy? I'm sure he's from the Weasley family." Someone behind him whispered, "Looking at his expression, it looks like he's going to duel with a troll!"

Robert turned away, a little embarrassed.

Well, in order to scare Ron, he colluded with his brothers and told him in a very serious tone that the selection criteria for boys were——

Defeat at least one pig monster.

In fact, they were originally going to say that he needed to defeat a troll, but Percy felt that no matter how stupid Ron was, he would not think that Hogwarts would make defeating a troll a test at the beginning of school.

Yes, Percy was in on the "everyone knows what it is but won't tell you" game.

Mrs. Weasley acquiesced in the game and provided cover for them to prevent Ginny, Hermione, and Ron from knowing their little conspiracy.

I don’t know when these three little guys will react.

"Hermione Granger!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

Robert turned around and saw Hermione hurriedly ran to the stool and put the hat on her head.

After two or three minutes, the hat finally said, "Gryffindor!"

She finally chose to go to Gryffindor?

Robert was a little disappointed, but considering Hermione's temperament, coming to Hufflepuff was indeed a waste of talent.

The Hufflepuff students were best at plant spells and food spells, neither of which Hermione was particularly interested in.

Watching Hermione running towards the Gryffindor table, Robert withdrew his gaze and started chatting with his friends until...

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded, and the auditorium became silent for a moment. As the thin boy sat on the chair and was put on the sorting hat, the little wizards in the auditorium finally came to their senses.

"Oh my God! Harry Potter! Professor McGonagall is talking about Harry Potter!"

"Is it that Harry Potter? Is it real?"

"The Boy Who Lived?"

The little wizards sitting at the dining table couldn't help but stretched their necks and looked ahead.

"Where is it? Where is it?"

"He's wearing the Sorting Hat!"

Mr. Honey Badger excitedly grabbed Summers' arm and screamed, "Tell me! Will Harry Potter come to our place? If he can come to our college!"

Summers was also a little excited. He grabbed Mr. Honey Badger's hand and shook it, "Stebbins! Stebbins!"

"..." Seeing these two guys falling into ecstasy and speaking without logic, Robert covered his face, feeling embarrassed.

"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat's voice pierced the dome of the auditorium. The little lions were stunned for a moment, and then burst into unimaginable cheers.

Harry took off his hat and ran to the Gryffindor table with a smile on his face.

The little lions burst out with great enthusiasm. If they were not in the auditorium, they would even want to throw Harry up.

Percy stood up from his seat shivering and shook hands with Harry. The twins shouted, "We have Potter! We have Potter!"

Even Sir Nicholas couldn't help but crawl out from under the table and shake Harry's hand.

"He didn't come over..." Mr. Honey Badger's voice was filled with disappointment.

"It's a pity," Cedric interjected, "but at least he didn't go to Slytherin, right?"

Summers nodded.

Mr. Honey Badger curled his lips, "The idiots in Slytherin will not welcome him, even if he is the boy in the legend. They only believe in pure blood."

Summers took a bite of the chocolate frog and said silently, "There are also mixed-blood wizards."

Mr. Honey Badger glared at Summers angrily, "Mixed-blood wizards are not easy to get along with in Slytherin, although I don't know where they get their sense of superiority."

"This thing is just like a horse race," Summers explained. "My dad and I went to watch horse races during the summer vacation. I heard that the purer the bloodline, the faster the horse's endurance and speed. This is their mentality."

Mr. Honey Badger's eyes widened, "Oh my god, Summers, your idea is very dangerous! If those guys know that you describe the bloodline they care about most, they will definitely give you a good education!"

Summers looked confused and asked doubtfully, "But, did they say this themselves?"

"Huh?" Mr. Honey Badger looked confused, "How come I haven't heard of such a thing?"

Summers scratched his head, "Well, last year I met some Slytherins in the library. They laughed at me, so I asked casually, what is so good about pure-blood wizards?"

"Hmm, what did they say?" Robert also became interested.

"They say that pure-blood wizards have stronger magical talents." Summers blinked, innocence written on his face, "So, it's really what they said."