Chapter 17 Is this the only hat?
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Jing Shen Tian Si
The freshmen followed Professor McGonagall into a luxurious auditorium in a row.
There are small fires on the walls of the auditorium, and countless candles hanging from the ceiling, making the lights here bright.
All the senior students sat around four long tables representing their respective colleges. At the front of each table was a blank seat, which should be reserved for the freshmen who were about to join the college.
"It's beautiful." Aaron looked up at the ceiling, which was a night sky, similar to what he saw next to the Black Lake.
"It's enchanted, I read about it in the Hogwarts history," said Hermione.
Aaron froze for a moment, then gave a thumbs up, "You are more knowledgeable than I thought, I think no one among the freshmen will notice these details except you.
Hermione, let me ask you a question, do you still want to know the author's life when you read a book? "
"How do you know?" Hermione looked very surprised.
Aaron rolled his eyes, "I guess, but are you sure you don't want to go to Ravenclaw? I think there is the most suitable place for you. You will make a large group of like-minded friends, and you will definitely be one of them top student."
"This..." Hermione hesitated, "Let's talk about it! It's not up to the students to decide on sorting."
"That's true." Aaron shrugged and said nothing, but it could be seen that the girl still wanted to go to Gryffindor.
The crowd was brought to a high platform by Professor McGonagall. In the center of the platform was Albus Dumbledore. It was hard not to recognize him with the long white beard. On the left and right sides of him were teachers of various subjects and Hagrid. Such workers.
In the center of the steps is a stool, and on top of the stool is a worn and old pointed hat with many patches on it, a thick layer of dust covering up its original color.
"Is this the sorting hat? It's different from what I imagined!" Aaron said with some confusion, and he felt particularly irritated when he thought of wearing this broken hat in the future.
The most important thing is which college they are assigned to seems to be determined by such a hat, is this reliable?
Although it can be seen from its dilapidated state that it is an old magic item, it always feels a bit absurd to rely on it to determine the fate of new students for the next seven years.
The hat on the stool seemed to hear Aaron's muttering, crumpled into a human face, and gave him a provocative smile.
It's not the first time it has encountered a new student like Aaron, but it must be worn if it should be worn, and it cannot be avoided.
"Hey! My temper." Aaron responded with a glare.
There are more creases on the 'smiley face' of the Sorting Hat, I like this kind of look that you don't like me, but you can't help me.
"Please wait here for a while," Professor McGonagall said, "Professor Dumbledore wants to say a few words to everyone before the ceremony begins."
The white-haired old man sitting on the main seat stood up and said: "I have a few things to announce about the start of school, first-year freshmen pay attention, this school strictly prohibits any students from entering the dark forest.
In addition, our administrator, Mr. Filch, wants me to remind you that the corridor on the third floor and the corridor on the right are also forbidden areas. If you don't want to die miserably, don't go there. "
Aaron looked in the direction of Dumbledore's right hand. A tall and thin old man with dark eyes and some balding was staring at them, as if waiting for them to make a mistake.
At his feet is a black and white cat, which also looks a bit ferocious.
After Dumbledore finished speaking, Professor McGonagall picked up a long piece of parchment, "Next, the students whose names I read will come to the front. I will put the sorting hat on your heads, and then I will confirm the college you are going to." .”
"Wait." Aaron took a step forward, "Professor McGonagall, I want to ask if Hogwarts only has this sorting hat?
Can you change it? After all, it is really dirty and scary. It is not friendly to people like me who like to be clean. "
After Aaron finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter in the lobby.
Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, and then said with some regret: "There is only this sorting hat."
"Then can you wash it, so I can barely accept it." Aaron said.
Now the Sorting Hat couldn't stand it anymore, it said directly: "I can't accept this, so don't even think about it."
"I'm asking the professor, is it impolite for you to interrupt suddenly?
Props are always props, don't place yourself too high, it will make you lose self-awareness. Aaron said coldly, and then turned his attention to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, is it okay?" "
"Ah, this..." Professor McGonagall couldn't help but look at Dumbledore in the main seat, but found that he didn't say anything, and didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Okay! Professor, I understand." Aaron didn't let her continue to be embarrassed, and heaved a long sigh, "Please continue the sorting ceremony!"
"Okay." Professor McGonagall took a deep look at Aaron, and then began to roll his name.
"Hannah Abbott!"
A little girl with a ruddy complexion sat nervously on the stool, and Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on her head.
"Let me think about it." The Sorting Hat murmured for a moment, then suddenly said, "I see, Hufflepuff."
The senior students on the long table on the right applauded and cheered for the freshmen of their colleges, and Hannah quickly ran to the empty seat at the Hufflepuff long table.
"Susan Bones!" Professor McGonagall called out the second name.
"Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat said cheerfully, much faster than the first one.
"Terry Boot!"
"Ravenclaw!"
......
The sorting ceremony continued. The four houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin all recruited a lot of new students, and the four long tables below also cheered from time to time.
Ron did not live up to the expectations of his parents and brothers, and was assigned to Gryffindor as he wished, as did Hermione.
It is worth mentioning that when it was Draco Malfoy's turn, the Sorting Hat just touched his hair and gave the result, as if he was born for that academy.
After another ten minutes, only Harry Potter and Aaron Gaius were left standing in front of the high platform.
"Harry Potter!"
When Professor McGonagall pronounced this legendary name, the entire auditorium fell silent.
The students on the four rows of long tables below began to discuss in low voices, and the students in the back seats even raised their necks, hoping to see what he looked like.
Even Dumbledore, who was sitting in the main seat, sat up slightly and looked expectantly at the boy with the lightning scar on his forehead.
"Don't be nervous, just follow your inner thoughts." Aaron said, "Although it may not be useful."
"Thank you!" Harry walked forward slowly, and then sat down on the chair.
"Well...it's not easy! This is really too difficult." The Sorting Hat said, and then began its own analysis, "I can see that you are very courageous, and you are not bad-hearted, talented, and extremely eager Prove yourself.
But where are you divided? "
The pointed top of the Sorting Hat was hammered down, shaking left and right constantly, which seemed particularly tangled.
"Not going to Slytherin, not going to Slytherin..." Harry closed his eyes and whispered constantly, for fear that the hat would put him in the house he least wanted to go to.
Aaron watched this scene playfully from below. It was obvious that Harry, who had been "brainwashed" by Hagrid and Ron, instinctively believed that he belonged to Gryffindor, and was very resistant to Slytherin.
But without his own ideas, other people's opinions will occupy a large proportion in his future life, but this is Harry's own choice, and it has nothing to do with him.
"Not going to Slytherin, are you sure?" The Sorting Hat naturally heard Harry's ramblings, "You can stand out there, and the wisdom is in your little head.
Slytherins can help you do great things, there's no question about that. "
Harry still didn't change his mind, and kept repeating the phrase 'not going to Slytherin'.
"Okay! Now that you've made up your mind, go to... Gryffindor!"
Harry opened his eyes and got a satisfactory answer, a relieved smile spread across his face.
Because of his great reputation, Gryffindor gave a particularly strong response this time, and the applause was a bit louder than before.
Prefect Percy Weasley stood up and shook hands with him excitedly, and the two brothers Fred and George continued to clap their hands and said, "We have Potter."
Most of the teachers and staff at the guest table also applauded fiercely, and Dumbledore even raised his glass to Harry from the air.
After a short burst of cheers, everyone's eyes fell on Aaron who hadn't finished sorting at the end.
There are small fires on the walls of the auditorium, and countless candles hanging from the ceiling, making the lights here bright.
All the senior students sat around four long tables representing their respective colleges. At the front of each table was a blank seat, which should be reserved for the freshmen who were about to join the college.
"It's beautiful." Aaron looked up at the ceiling, which was a night sky, similar to what he saw next to the Black Lake.
"It's enchanted, I read about it in the Hogwarts history," said Hermione.
Aaron froze for a moment, then gave a thumbs up, "You are more knowledgeable than I thought, I think no one among the freshmen will notice these details except you.
Hermione, let me ask you a question, do you still want to know the author's life when you read a book? "
"How do you know?" Hermione looked very surprised.
Aaron rolled his eyes, "I guess, but are you sure you don't want to go to Ravenclaw? I think there is the most suitable place for you. You will make a large group of like-minded friends, and you will definitely be one of them top student."
"This..." Hermione hesitated, "Let's talk about it! It's not up to the students to decide on sorting."
"That's true." Aaron shrugged and said nothing, but it could be seen that the girl still wanted to go to Gryffindor.
The crowd was brought to a high platform by Professor McGonagall. In the center of the platform was Albus Dumbledore. It was hard not to recognize him with the long white beard. On the left and right sides of him were teachers of various subjects and Hagrid. Such workers.
In the center of the steps is a stool, and on top of the stool is a worn and old pointed hat with many patches on it, a thick layer of dust covering up its original color.
"Is this the sorting hat? It's different from what I imagined!" Aaron said with some confusion, and he felt particularly irritated when he thought of wearing this broken hat in the future.
The most important thing is which college they are assigned to seems to be determined by such a hat, is this reliable?
Although it can be seen from its dilapidated state that it is an old magic item, it always feels a bit absurd to rely on it to determine the fate of new students for the next seven years.
The hat on the stool seemed to hear Aaron's muttering, crumpled into a human face, and gave him a provocative smile.
It's not the first time it has encountered a new student like Aaron, but it must be worn if it should be worn, and it cannot be avoided.
"Hey! My temper." Aaron responded with a glare.
There are more creases on the 'smiley face' of the Sorting Hat, I like this kind of look that you don't like me, but you can't help me.
"Please wait here for a while," Professor McGonagall said, "Professor Dumbledore wants to say a few words to everyone before the ceremony begins."
The white-haired old man sitting on the main seat stood up and said: "I have a few things to announce about the start of school, first-year freshmen pay attention, this school strictly prohibits any students from entering the dark forest.
In addition, our administrator, Mr. Filch, wants me to remind you that the corridor on the third floor and the corridor on the right are also forbidden areas. If you don't want to die miserably, don't go there. "
Aaron looked in the direction of Dumbledore's right hand. A tall and thin old man with dark eyes and some balding was staring at them, as if waiting for them to make a mistake.
At his feet is a black and white cat, which also looks a bit ferocious.
After Dumbledore finished speaking, Professor McGonagall picked up a long piece of parchment, "Next, the students whose names I read will come to the front. I will put the sorting hat on your heads, and then I will confirm the college you are going to." .”
"Wait." Aaron took a step forward, "Professor McGonagall, I want to ask if Hogwarts only has this sorting hat?
Can you change it? After all, it is really dirty and scary. It is not friendly to people like me who like to be clean. "
After Aaron finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter in the lobby.
Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, and then said with some regret: "There is only this sorting hat."
"Then can you wash it, so I can barely accept it." Aaron said.
Now the Sorting Hat couldn't stand it anymore, it said directly: "I can't accept this, so don't even think about it."
"I'm asking the professor, is it impolite for you to interrupt suddenly?
Props are always props, don't place yourself too high, it will make you lose self-awareness. Aaron said coldly, and then turned his attention to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, is it okay?" "
"Ah, this..." Professor McGonagall couldn't help but look at Dumbledore in the main seat, but found that he didn't say anything, and didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Okay! Professor, I understand." Aaron didn't let her continue to be embarrassed, and heaved a long sigh, "Please continue the sorting ceremony!"
"Okay." Professor McGonagall took a deep look at Aaron, and then began to roll his name.
"Hannah Abbott!"
A little girl with a ruddy complexion sat nervously on the stool, and Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on her head.
"Let me think about it." The Sorting Hat murmured for a moment, then suddenly said, "I see, Hufflepuff."
The senior students on the long table on the right applauded and cheered for the freshmen of their colleges, and Hannah quickly ran to the empty seat at the Hufflepuff long table.
"Susan Bones!" Professor McGonagall called out the second name.
"Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat said cheerfully, much faster than the first one.
"Terry Boot!"
"Ravenclaw!"
......
The sorting ceremony continued. The four houses of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin all recruited a lot of new students, and the four long tables below also cheered from time to time.
Ron did not live up to the expectations of his parents and brothers, and was assigned to Gryffindor as he wished, as did Hermione.
It is worth mentioning that when it was Draco Malfoy's turn, the Sorting Hat just touched his hair and gave the result, as if he was born for that academy.
After another ten minutes, only Harry Potter and Aaron Gaius were left standing in front of the high platform.
"Harry Potter!"
When Professor McGonagall pronounced this legendary name, the entire auditorium fell silent.
The students on the four rows of long tables below began to discuss in low voices, and the students in the back seats even raised their necks, hoping to see what he looked like.
Even Dumbledore, who was sitting in the main seat, sat up slightly and looked expectantly at the boy with the lightning scar on his forehead.
"Don't be nervous, just follow your inner thoughts." Aaron said, "Although it may not be useful."
"Thank you!" Harry walked forward slowly, and then sat down on the chair.
"Well...it's not easy! This is really too difficult." The Sorting Hat said, and then began its own analysis, "I can see that you are very courageous, and you are not bad-hearted, talented, and extremely eager Prove yourself.
But where are you divided? "
The pointed top of the Sorting Hat was hammered down, shaking left and right constantly, which seemed particularly tangled.
"Not going to Slytherin, not going to Slytherin..." Harry closed his eyes and whispered constantly, for fear that the hat would put him in the house he least wanted to go to.
Aaron watched this scene playfully from below. It was obvious that Harry, who had been "brainwashed" by Hagrid and Ron, instinctively believed that he belonged to Gryffindor, and was very resistant to Slytherin.
But without his own ideas, other people's opinions will occupy a large proportion in his future life, but this is Harry's own choice, and it has nothing to do with him.
"Not going to Slytherin, are you sure?" The Sorting Hat naturally heard Harry's ramblings, "You can stand out there, and the wisdom is in your little head.
Slytherins can help you do great things, there's no question about that. "
Harry still didn't change his mind, and kept repeating the phrase 'not going to Slytherin'.
"Okay! Now that you've made up your mind, go to... Gryffindor!"
Harry opened his eyes and got a satisfactory answer, a relieved smile spread across his face.
Because of his great reputation, Gryffindor gave a particularly strong response this time, and the applause was a bit louder than before.
Prefect Percy Weasley stood up and shook hands with him excitedly, and the two brothers Fred and George continued to clap their hands and said, "We have Potter."
Most of the teachers and staff at the guest table also applauded fiercely, and Dumbledore even raised his glass to Harry from the air.
After a short burst of cheers, everyone's eyes fell on Aaron who hadn't finished sorting at the end.
