Chapter 251: Sorting Ceremony and Sudden Shout

Walking through the door and into the great hall, Kevin Lestrange was just like the other little wizards.

He looked around excitedly, on the one hand because he knew very well that as an undercover agent, he could not act too special and had to match his role as much as possible.

On the other hand, he was indeed a little curious about the Great Hall of Beauxbatons School of Magic in France.

It features gorgeous decoration and exquisite design with a strong French style.

It is more like a luxurious restaurant paved with white marble, with luxurious Baroque decoration and bright tall floor-to-ceiling windows.

But the auditorium in front of him was different. The four long tables corresponded to the four colleges, and there were bright candles floating overhead.

The quaint decorations around it make it look more focused and mysterious, and it is more like a castle of a medieval lord.

He had already imagined in his mind the Duke sitting above, holding up his glass after a sumptuous meal, and the knights with square flags below who had just won a victory.

Similarly, he raised the wine glass made of ox horn high up and shouted the proverb of the lord's family at the loudest volume.

This is more like a military fortress, and every little wizard sitting here is a future warrior.

The Great Hall of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France is more like a romantic restaurant, where well-dressed teenagers dine elegantly.

At the same time, he stole a glance at the girl in a light blue dress on the other side.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional as the future heir of the Lestrange family.

There was never a shortage of girls around him, and he used to like showing off his manners in front of those girls and inviting them to have a glass of wine or two.

Or ask someone to dance at a regular weekend party.

But he never looked up to those girls, even though they were generally beautiful enough.

But he always felt that those people had an unpleasant smell of money, even if they played some tricks while dancing.

For example, deliberately shortening the skirt, or reducing the fabric at the neckline and back.

But it's useless. No matter how gorgeous and fragrant the flowers grown in the greenhouse are, they still have a false feeling.

Unlike his goddess, when he saw her for the first time, he suddenly understood all the romantic novels he had read.

Why would a powerful knight risk his life to climb the highest mountain in the world just to take a look at the flowers growing on the cliffs.

Because just one look and you will understand what beauty is.

I was there as he held his chest and recalled the best memory of his life.

Professor McGonagall, who was leading the group of freshmen, brought a high stool and placed it on the steps in the center of the auditorium.

There was a hat on it, and then the hat suddenly jumped, split open, and started singing like a human mouth.

The sound was extremely unpleasant and completely hoarse. Tormented by the noise, Helen Lesterland was forced to turn her gaze back to the auditorium.

But the moment he looked at the Sorting Hat, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

Because of the information he had collected before, there was this magical hat used by Hogwarts.

All the keywords are dirty, shabby and ugly, but the hat in front of him is not only unusually clean, but also has a familiar pattern on the surface.

He took several careful glances across the entire team of freshmen before he finally determined that this seemed to be a fabric style from the famous luxury brand LV.

And it was the latest limited edition. The reason he remembered it so clearly was that it was just before he left France.

His father was locked outside the room for a whole week by his mother because he failed to buy a bag made of this fabric.

Looking at the greatly changed Sorting Hat, he felt a little secretly happy in his heart. It seemed that his research on Muggle society was indeed very useful.

At the same time, I was a little curious about what the legendary Mr. Hohenzollern looked like.

After all, such a weird operation, you can tell it was the other party's work without using your brain.

But now, no matter how curious he was, he had to remain calm, like other little wizards.

Focus almost all your attention on the hat, even though the fabric has been replaced and it has become cleaner.

It still looks ugly, and it won't look any better when it's worn.

"Whoever's name I read out will put on the hat and sit down to wait for the results of the sorting."

The elegant witch named Mag announced loudly.

After she finished speaking, Kevin Lestrange could clearly feel that the little wizard in front of him was visibly relieved.

Although he had long known through the information he had collected that the so-called Sorting Ceremony was a prank for the young wizards in Britain.

But even so, he still demonstrated the qualities of an undercover agent and tried his best to act like everyone else.

"James Ackles!"

"Slytherin!"

"Oliver Carpenter!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Ginnymora Weasley!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Hawking Calmont!"

"Ravenclaw!"

As Professor Mike read out the names of the little wizards one by one, the sorting ceremony officially began.

Young boys and girls ran over with great anticipation, and within a few seconds after they put on the hats, the hat began to tell them in a hoarse voice the colleges they were assigned to.

Correspondingly, there will be warm applause from the academy whose name is called, including Kevin Lestrange, who is standing at the end of the line.

He had been observing silently, and he scoffed at this division model. He did not need any introduction or reading of any materials.

Just by looking at what he saw, he could understand that Slytherin College could basically be regarded as a training base for pure-blood wizards.

Gryffindor is the place where the most reckless and disturbing factors in the entire school gather, while Ravenclaw should be considered a gathering place for top students.

As for Hufflepuff, it currently looks more like a gathering place for gluttons.

In fact, such a branch has divided the students into 369 levels from the very beginning, and those with dark hearts live together with those with dark hearts.

Adventurous and reckless people hang out together every day, mediocre and kind people are put into one group, and arrogant people are also put into one group.

He was a little confused as to whether this was a school or a factory for contradictions, a school split into four parts.

No wonder, when I arrived here, some British wizards joked one day that Azkaban was the hidden fifth academy.

With this kind of gameplay, it would be abnormal if there were no perverts like Voldemort in the British wizarding world.

It seems that the legendary Dumbledore is just like this, and his heir is probably just like that too, otherwise how could he be assigned to the most mediocre Hufflepuff.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help feeling a little smug, until a loud shout came from above.

"Kevin Lestrange!!"

"Where is that bastard? How did he come to England? Carl, you have to explain to me!!!"