Chapter 14 The Test of the Sorting Hat
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Hen Kun De Guo San Sui
What Charles didn't know at this time was that at the door of the Hogwarts Great Hall, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were standing together looking at the big fireball in the forest below.
Dumbledore sighed: "Look, Minerva, this kind of controllable flame that burns out of thin air without going out is the basis of elemental magic. This little guy obviously hasn't fully mastered it yet. It seems that he still uses it." He uses magic power to ignite the elements, but that's it. He also gets a longer magic maintenance time than wizards. It's just the opposite of us. We are wizards and advanced wizards. He is a wizard who complements the wizard, which is what makes people What an enviable talent.”
Professor McGonagall licked her lips, which made her look more serious. She did not pick up Dumbledore's topic, but replied, "Obviously, he did not follow your instructions and set foot on the founder's path alone. I carry a wand with me and use it so arrogantly, I think this year’s freshmen either have a headache for me or Filius has a headache.”
Dumbledore was obviously amused by these words. After laughing softly for a while, he patted Professor McGonagall on the shoulder and said, "Go back. Stop struggling. The students are coming too. It should be very lively at the beginning of this year." , Don’t worry about that child, I set some small tests for him. If it is completed, I think I will teach him personally, and Minerva, I think judging from his performance, it is definitely not Filius who has a headache. "
Professor McGonagall also sighed after hearing this, "Gryffindor hasn't won the Academy Cup for many years. I hope he can be more honest." After that, the two of them turned and returned to the lobby. McGonagall The professor carefully checked the layout of the auditorium again, then turned around and prepared to greet this year's students and freshmen.
The words were divided into two parts. With the help of the fireball, Ciel and a group of young wizards finally walked through the woods without any danger and came to the black lake. "A group of four, get on the boat! A boat can accommodate four people!" Hagrid shouted at the top of his lungs.
The big fireball just now was also extinguished when Ciel arrived at the dock. Maintaining the fireball for a long time made Ciel, who was only 11 years old, somewhat exhausted his magic power reserves.
With the help of Hermione, Charles, Hermione, Neville and an unknown freshman stepped onto a small boat together. Before Charles could sit down, there was a sound of fists and kicks coming from behind the crowd. .
Hagrid quickly walked over and pulled a few people away. Charles looked over curiously and saw Ron and a boy with platinum hair arranging their clothes. Hagrid was helping to save Harry from the two fat guys. come out.
Well, I didn’t expect that we didn’t meet on the train, but we met on the boat. Sure enough, a fateful entanglement is unavoidable. I wonder if there is a transformation potion in the magic world. What if we really get a Harley? Definitely interesting, Snape versus Malfoy?
Ciel laughed out loud as he thought about it, and then attracted a strange look from Hermione. She always felt that Ciel had become a little weird after being exposed to magic. She silently swore in her heart that when school starts, she must Drag Ciel to find the teacher to see if he's gone too far.
After a period of noisy, all the students finally got on the boat, and the next step was the traditional project of crossing the lake and climbing the stairs. At this time, Ciel didn't have much energy to do anything else. The big fireball technique just now made Ciel very excited. tired.
The large army who followed faithfully climbed up the moss-covered stairs. When Charles finally stood at the door, he was exhausted and hungry.
Hagrid raised his big hand and patted the door hard, "This year's freshman, Professor McGonagall."
A witch wearing emerald green robes walked out of the door, looking very serious. "Okay Hagrid, please leave it to me." She nodded to Hagrid.
"Hello, my name is Minerva McGonagall. You will live in Hogwarts for the next seven years. We are about to conduct the sorting ceremony. Our houses include Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw. , Slytherin. No matter which house you are in, you are all students of Hogwarts."
After saying that, her eyes swept across all the little wizards. Everyone was infected by the serious atmosphere and began to become nervous unconsciously. Maybe they felt that the atmosphere was too tense. Professor McGonagall saw Ron, "That Sir, your nose is a little dirty. If you don’t want to be embarrassed in the upcoming sorting ceremony, I suggest you wipe it." After that, he turned and returned to the lobby.
Ron quickly wiped his nose nervously and then stood upright. At this time, Harry pulled Ron and asked, "Do you know how we sort the houses?" Harry's tone was slightly nervous, and Hermione beside him also stopped reciting. A piece of school history listened carefully to what Ron said.
"I don't know, but my brothers told me that the Sorting Ceremony was difficult, like we were fighting something or something."
After Ron finished speaking, there was a sound of air-conditioning sucking in the surroundings, and Ciel was having a hard time holding back his laughter. This kind of collective bad taste among wizards really suited Ciel's taste.
Just when Ciel was about to add some fire of fear to the nervous little wizards around him, a scream interrupted Ciel, and he saw ghosts floating out of the wall, some were very enthusiastic, some were very cold, and some of them were... A fat monk invited Ciel to Hufflepuff House.
Just when Ciel was curiously planning to poke the fat monk in front of him and study the composition of the ghost, Professor McGonagall came out again.
"Now, form a line and follow me." Professor McGonagall said. Everyone consciously formed a line and followed Professor McGonagall into the auditorium. Charles looked at the countless candles under the stars in the sky, as if in a dream. At that time, Charles really felt like he was in a dream, until Professor McGonagall interrupted Charles's reverie.
"Those who have been called by my name will come forward and put on their hats. The Sorting Hat will decide your house." Before Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she heard Ron curse in a low voice: "Damn Fred and George, what they said It’s like we’re fighting a troll!”
"Hannah Abbott."
"Hufflepuffs!"
Well, here comes the tough Hannah!Charles looked at everything in front of him with a smile. He looked at Malfoy's hat before he put it on and shouted Slytherin loudly. Hermione stepped forward and put her hat on and was silent for a while before saying Gryffindor, ha. Lippot was assigned to Gryffindor, and the twins shouted loudly that we have Potter.
Finally, Professor McGonagall called his name, and Charles walked up calmly and put on his hat.
"Oh, how long has it been since I last saw the Son of the Elements? Let me think about it, it's been 1000 years." A deep male voice sounded in my ear,
Ciel thought curiously, "What is the Son of the Elements? Why have I never heard of this thing?"
"Oh? I can see that you seem to be very curious about your talent. How about I give you a task, and when you complete it, I will tell you?" the Sorting Hat continued to say in his ear.
"Wait, can you see what I'm thinking? Legilimency?" Charles was a little panicked. After all, no one wanted to have their brain read casually.
"No, no, no, don't panic. I don't know Legilimency. My sorting relies on the color of the soul. Everyone has a suitable color. I can only roughly see what you are thinking. It's not Legilimency. Read it." The Sorting Hat continued to say in Ciel's ear. "Then continuing the topic, do you want to know your talent?"
Charles expressed surprise. After all, Charles had always believed that the pinnacle of his talents were electric fans and lighters. The fireball just now looked very bluffing. In fact, any ordinary Muggle could turn this big fireball for lighting with just one stone. The fight broke apart and dispersed.
"Okay, you succeeded in impressing me. What mission?" Charles expressed curiosity.
"After the sorting is over, you have to enter the principal's office and take me secretly. That's it. It's very simple, isn't it?" the Sorting Hat said.
At this time, ten thousand wild horses galloped through Charles's heart, stealing things under the nose of the old bee?This is probably because the old man has eaten arsenic and dislikes himself for living too long.
"Oh, don't be nervous, don't be nervous. Let me give you a little tip. You can go to the kitchen first and have a look. Maybe you will get help." The Sorting Hat seemed very happy as he hadn't said so many words in a long time.
"Then let me see where you're going, let me see, eh? Following that little girl named Hermione? It's not good to fall in love early, kid, what? You have to go? Well, people with great talents always deserve it. It's a little privilege, isn't it? In fact, naughty people like you can only go anywhere." The Sorting Hat thought for a moment and then shouted out.
"Gryffindor!"
Dumbledore sighed: "Look, Minerva, this kind of controllable flame that burns out of thin air without going out is the basis of elemental magic. This little guy obviously hasn't fully mastered it yet. It seems that he still uses it." He uses magic power to ignite the elements, but that's it. He also gets a longer magic maintenance time than wizards. It's just the opposite of us. We are wizards and advanced wizards. He is a wizard who complements the wizard, which is what makes people What an enviable talent.”
Professor McGonagall licked her lips, which made her look more serious. She did not pick up Dumbledore's topic, but replied, "Obviously, he did not follow your instructions and set foot on the founder's path alone. I carry a wand with me and use it so arrogantly, I think this year’s freshmen either have a headache for me or Filius has a headache.”
Dumbledore was obviously amused by these words. After laughing softly for a while, he patted Professor McGonagall on the shoulder and said, "Go back. Stop struggling. The students are coming too. It should be very lively at the beginning of this year." , Don’t worry about that child, I set some small tests for him. If it is completed, I think I will teach him personally, and Minerva, I think judging from his performance, it is definitely not Filius who has a headache. "
Professor McGonagall also sighed after hearing this, "Gryffindor hasn't won the Academy Cup for many years. I hope he can be more honest." After that, the two of them turned and returned to the lobby. McGonagall The professor carefully checked the layout of the auditorium again, then turned around and prepared to greet this year's students and freshmen.
The words were divided into two parts. With the help of the fireball, Ciel and a group of young wizards finally walked through the woods without any danger and came to the black lake. "A group of four, get on the boat! A boat can accommodate four people!" Hagrid shouted at the top of his lungs.
The big fireball just now was also extinguished when Ciel arrived at the dock. Maintaining the fireball for a long time made Ciel, who was only 11 years old, somewhat exhausted his magic power reserves.
With the help of Hermione, Charles, Hermione, Neville and an unknown freshman stepped onto a small boat together. Before Charles could sit down, there was a sound of fists and kicks coming from behind the crowd. .
Hagrid quickly walked over and pulled a few people away. Charles looked over curiously and saw Ron and a boy with platinum hair arranging their clothes. Hagrid was helping to save Harry from the two fat guys. come out.
Well, I didn’t expect that we didn’t meet on the train, but we met on the boat. Sure enough, a fateful entanglement is unavoidable. I wonder if there is a transformation potion in the magic world. What if we really get a Harley? Definitely interesting, Snape versus Malfoy?
Ciel laughed out loud as he thought about it, and then attracted a strange look from Hermione. She always felt that Ciel had become a little weird after being exposed to magic. She silently swore in her heart that when school starts, she must Drag Ciel to find the teacher to see if he's gone too far.
After a period of noisy, all the students finally got on the boat, and the next step was the traditional project of crossing the lake and climbing the stairs. At this time, Ciel didn't have much energy to do anything else. The big fireball technique just now made Ciel very excited. tired.
The large army who followed faithfully climbed up the moss-covered stairs. When Charles finally stood at the door, he was exhausted and hungry.
Hagrid raised his big hand and patted the door hard, "This year's freshman, Professor McGonagall."
A witch wearing emerald green robes walked out of the door, looking very serious. "Okay Hagrid, please leave it to me." She nodded to Hagrid.
"Hello, my name is Minerva McGonagall. You will live in Hogwarts for the next seven years. We are about to conduct the sorting ceremony. Our houses include Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw. , Slytherin. No matter which house you are in, you are all students of Hogwarts."
After saying that, her eyes swept across all the little wizards. Everyone was infected by the serious atmosphere and began to become nervous unconsciously. Maybe they felt that the atmosphere was too tense. Professor McGonagall saw Ron, "That Sir, your nose is a little dirty. If you don’t want to be embarrassed in the upcoming sorting ceremony, I suggest you wipe it." After that, he turned and returned to the lobby.
Ron quickly wiped his nose nervously and then stood upright. At this time, Harry pulled Ron and asked, "Do you know how we sort the houses?" Harry's tone was slightly nervous, and Hermione beside him also stopped reciting. A piece of school history listened carefully to what Ron said.
"I don't know, but my brothers told me that the Sorting Ceremony was difficult, like we were fighting something or something."
After Ron finished speaking, there was a sound of air-conditioning sucking in the surroundings, and Ciel was having a hard time holding back his laughter. This kind of collective bad taste among wizards really suited Ciel's taste.
Just when Ciel was about to add some fire of fear to the nervous little wizards around him, a scream interrupted Ciel, and he saw ghosts floating out of the wall, some were very enthusiastic, some were very cold, and some of them were... A fat monk invited Ciel to Hufflepuff House.
Just when Ciel was curiously planning to poke the fat monk in front of him and study the composition of the ghost, Professor McGonagall came out again.
"Now, form a line and follow me." Professor McGonagall said. Everyone consciously formed a line and followed Professor McGonagall into the auditorium. Charles looked at the countless candles under the stars in the sky, as if in a dream. At that time, Charles really felt like he was in a dream, until Professor McGonagall interrupted Charles's reverie.
"Those who have been called by my name will come forward and put on their hats. The Sorting Hat will decide your house." Before Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she heard Ron curse in a low voice: "Damn Fred and George, what they said It’s like we’re fighting a troll!”
"Hannah Abbott."
"Hufflepuffs!"
Well, here comes the tough Hannah!Charles looked at everything in front of him with a smile. He looked at Malfoy's hat before he put it on and shouted Slytherin loudly. Hermione stepped forward and put her hat on and was silent for a while before saying Gryffindor, ha. Lippot was assigned to Gryffindor, and the twins shouted loudly that we have Potter.
Finally, Professor McGonagall called his name, and Charles walked up calmly and put on his hat.
"Oh, how long has it been since I last saw the Son of the Elements? Let me think about it, it's been 1000 years." A deep male voice sounded in my ear,
Ciel thought curiously, "What is the Son of the Elements? Why have I never heard of this thing?"
"Oh? I can see that you seem to be very curious about your talent. How about I give you a task, and when you complete it, I will tell you?" the Sorting Hat continued to say in his ear.
"Wait, can you see what I'm thinking? Legilimency?" Charles was a little panicked. After all, no one wanted to have their brain read casually.
"No, no, no, don't panic. I don't know Legilimency. My sorting relies on the color of the soul. Everyone has a suitable color. I can only roughly see what you are thinking. It's not Legilimency. Read it." The Sorting Hat continued to say in Ciel's ear. "Then continuing the topic, do you want to know your talent?"
Charles expressed surprise. After all, Charles had always believed that the pinnacle of his talents were electric fans and lighters. The fireball just now looked very bluffing. In fact, any ordinary Muggle could turn this big fireball for lighting with just one stone. The fight broke apart and dispersed.
"Okay, you succeeded in impressing me. What mission?" Charles expressed curiosity.
"After the sorting is over, you have to enter the principal's office and take me secretly. That's it. It's very simple, isn't it?" the Sorting Hat said.
At this time, ten thousand wild horses galloped through Charles's heart, stealing things under the nose of the old bee?This is probably because the old man has eaten arsenic and dislikes himself for living too long.
"Oh, don't be nervous, don't be nervous. Let me give you a little tip. You can go to the kitchen first and have a look. Maybe you will get help." The Sorting Hat seemed very happy as he hadn't said so many words in a long time.
"Then let me see where you're going, let me see, eh? Following that little girl named Hermione? It's not good to fall in love early, kid, what? You have to go? Well, people with great talents always deserve it. It's a little privilege, isn't it? In fact, naughty people like you can only go anywhere." The Sorting Hat thought for a moment and then shouted out.
"Gryffindor!"
