Chapter 13 Sorting Ceremony
"The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the restaurant and take your seats, you need to first determine which college you will each enter."
After saying this, Professor McGonagall paused, looked around, and seeing that the young wizards were listening attentively, she continued speaking.
"There are four houses in Hogwarts, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. You will be sorted in front of the whole school. This is a very important ceremony. I know this because of some rumors..."
Wright watched Professor McGonagall speaking at length on the stage, applying the skills he had learned as a student. He appeared to be listening attentively, but in reality his mind was elsewhere.
"Okay, you guys get ready here. I suggest you tidy up so it doesn't look so messy." After saying that, Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and walked out with Teacher Scott who was standing beside her.
"Look at me, is there anything inappropriate?"
"My hair style is fine!"
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Without an adult watching over him, the little wizard gradually started to make a lot of noise.
Hearing the noise around him, Wright came back to his senses.
Harry was seen frantically helping Ron fix his black robe, while Ron was hurriedly helping Harry fix his hair.
Seeing this, Wright knew what was going on. He took out his wand and pointed it at Harry and Ron: Clean it up.
As the spell flashed, Harry's hair and Ron's robes moved on their own, returning to their neat and tidy state.
After casting a spell on Harry and Ron, he turned the wand in his hand over and cast a spell on himself.
"I wonder how they sort the students. Will there be any danger?" Harry asked worriedly.
"It seems like a test! Fred and George once scared me, saying that this test would be very harmful to us." Ron said with a pale face.
"There are tests. What if I fail? I won't be expelled, will I?" Harry's heart trembled, and he asked with a little panic.
"Don't be nervous. According to the accurate information I received, the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony is very simple. You don't have to do anything! Just go there and sit down, and everything will be done."
"There's no need to examine magic, and they won't ask anything of us." Wright comforted Harry and Ron with a smile.
The little wizard standing near Wright and the other two felt a little relieved when he heard Wright's words.
"That's ridiculous, accurate information. My dad is the school director. He told me that the sorting ceremony requires us to face fire dragons. And fire dragons can even distinguish between pure-bloods, half-bloods, and Muggles." A familiar voice of someone showing off one's father came.
Malfoy was seen walking towards them with two followers, pushing through the crowd. He didn't look like he had been beaten at all.
Wright raised his eyebrows and guessed that it must be one of his seniors who helped him with the treatment!
"What are you doing here!" Ron got furious when he saw Malfoy coming.
"As far as I know, dragons will give preferential treatment to noble pure-bloods, but they will choose to eat some half-blood Muggle wizards." Malfoy threatened with a smirk.
The little wizards around them became even more nervous after hearing this, and Hermione, who was not far away, turned pale.
"It seems your father is not very competent as a school director! He doesn't even know the Sorting Ceremony." Wright suppressed Ron who was about to go berserk and said sarcastically
"I don't think there's any special treatment for purebloods who wrestle for no reason." Wright emphasized the word wrestling.
Malfoy, who had never heard such sarcastic remarks, got furious for a moment.
"Well, the Sorting Ceremony is about to begin." Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and walked in. The young wizards instantly fell silent when they saw Professor McGonagall's arrival.
"Now line up and follow me." Professor McGonagall looked around and gave instructions to the young wizards.
Professor McGonagall led the freshmen into a luxurious auditorium.
There were small torches on the walls of the auditorium, and the high ceiling was pitch black, with lights flickering in the darkness, like a starry sky.
Countless candles were burning in an orderly manner in the air, lighting up the auditorium extremely brightly.
Huge flags in four different colors hang from the walls.
Four long tables were placed in the middle of the huge auditorium. Countless gold plates and glasses were neatly placed in the middle of the tables. Both sides of the four tables were filled with students of different ages.
In the open space at the end of the long table, there was a high-backed chair, and on the chair was a worn, wrinkled wizard's pointed hat.
Behind the chairs, at the end of the hall, there was an arc-shaped professors' table. Dumbledore in a white robe sat in the middle, followed by Snape in a black robe with a gloomy face, Flitwick, a short goblin half-blood, and Quirrell with his head wrapped tightly.
Just as Wright was shocked by the magnificent scene that actually appeared before his eyes.
The hat on the chair suddenly twisted, and the threads sewn on the hat tore apart, forming a wrinkled face.
Use hoarse singing voice to wake up the confused Wright and the little wizards:
"You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge a person by appearance. If you can find a prettier hat than mine, I can eat myself."
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The hoarse voice sang the song that had been passed down for thousands of years, and the audience burst into applause.
When the applause died down, Professor McGonagall appeared holding a piece of parchment and shouted to the little wizards: "The Sorting Ceremony has officially begun. Students whose names I call, please sit on the chairs and put on your hats."
The little wizards immediately became nervous, waiting for their names to be called.
"Hannah Abbott"
As Wright expected, the first one was the wife of Neville, who was honored as the 'Iron Hat King Bloodline Detector'.
Wright saw a little girl with two golden braids and a ruddy face. She walked up to him hurriedly and put on a hat that just covered her eyes.
A moment later, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff."
Hearing the sound of the Sorting Hat, the students at the long table on the far right of the auditorium applauded and cheered.
As the names of the little wizards and the colleges they were assigned to were called out by the Sorting Hat.
The students at the four long tables either applauded enthusiastically or responded casually, treating the freshmen with their own attitudes.
"Letter Rags!"
Wright walked forward slowly under the nervous gaze of Harry and Ron.
Putting on the hat, Wright tried hard to recall his experience from the train to Hogwarts. This was the best way Wright could think of to deal with the Sorting Hat.
Wright, who was reminiscing all the time, seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear. "You dare to fight, have a firm goal, and have excellent magical talent. If you didn't meet Salazar's bloodline requirements, I would have wanted you to go to Slytherin. So..."
"GRYFFINDOR," the Sorting Hat yelled.
"Did I deceive the Sorting Hat?" Wright, full of doubt, walked towards the Gryffindor table amid the applause. At the same time, the stone tablet also sent a message.
"Complete the mileage "Fearless Lion" and increase the mileage point by 1."
