Chapter 20 Dumbledore, I need an explanation!

Professor McGonagall flipped her wrist and the wand appeared in her hand.

Just a gentle touch and a breeze blows by.

The Sorting Hat was dried in seconds.

Erwin liked this spell; it was very convenient, much more convenient than a spin dryer.

Professor McGonagall said, "Now, Mr. Cavendish, may we proceed with the Sorting?"

Erwin bowed slightly. "Of course, as you wish, Professor! I'm sorry to have wasted your time! I sincerely apologize!"

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly: "Then, please sit here!"

Erwin nodded.

sit on the chair.

Then, Professor McGonagall raised the Sorting Hat.

Heading towards Erwin.

The Sorting Hat kept chattering: "How rude! So rude! You are the most rude little wizard I have ever seen! I want to see what's in your head!"

The moment the Sorting Hat placed on Erwin's head, it fell silent.

Erwin was also curious.

In fact, he has always wanted to know what the principle of the Sorting Hat is.

Some people say it is a high level of telepathy.

But if it is just Legilimency, how does it determine the bloodline of pure blood?

Relying on memory?

What if someone doesn’t know their identity in their memory?

Like Voldemort?

It was only later that Voldemort found out that he was one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

But he was sorted directly into Slytherin.

This shows that the Sorting Hat can really determine Voldemort's bloodline.

So, how does the Sorting Hat actually work?

at this time.

The Sorting Hat lowered his voice and said, "Boy! How can you have such a high level of Occlumency! Even I can only detect fragments of the words! I can't see the whole thing at all!"

Erwin said, "So! Is this how you sorted me into houses? It seems like you can't help me choose the right house!"

The Sorting Hat said: "You little wizard! You are the most interesting one I have ever seen in these years! But don't underestimate me!"

next moment.

Erwin suddenly felt a trace of magic coming down from the Sorting Hat.

Drill into Erwin's body.

Erwin's heart moved.

I was just trying to mobilize the magic power in my body to drive it out.

However, he didn't expect that when his own magic power encountered this magic power, they would strangely merge together.

Erwin was about to ask.

The Sorting Hat suddenly said, "I see! No wonder! I told you, if that's the case! Slytherin!"

The Sorting Hat finished speaking.

Erwin was shocked.

It turned out to be Slytherin.

Is he a pureblood?

Could it be that his parents were wizards?

Or, was there a wizard in the Cavendish family?

However, before Erwin could ask in detail what the Sorting Hat meant.

Professor McGonagall has taken the Sorting Hat away.

"Alright! Mr. Cavendish, go back to your Slytherin table! The dinner is about to begin!"

Erwin could only suppress the doubts in his heart.

Walk towards the Slytherin table.

The Slytherin students applauded Elwin.

After Erwin sat down.

The sorting ceremony was finally over.

Erwin sat down at the Slytherin table.

Many people cast curious glances at him.

The same is true for everyone in Slytherin.

A blonde girl came up to Erwin.

"They say you're from a big family in the Muggle world! But why are you a pureblood?"

Erwin shook his head: "Maybe the Sorting Hat made a mistake!"

The blonde covered her mouth and laughed. "You're the first person in all these years to say that the Sorting Hat is wrong! The Sorting Hat can never be wrong!"

Erwin said, "Really? Why? Everyone makes mistakes, let alone a magical item!"

The blonde was stunned for a moment.

She suddenly felt that what Erwin said seemed to be right.

In fact, Erwin didn't know what was going on.

Indeed, the house that he was most satisfied with was indeed Slytherin.

But he never thought that he could enter Slytherin.

Slytherin recruits pure bloods, this is the first requirement.

What is pure blood?

Of course, it’s not just the twenty-eight pure-blood families; those are just a few people.

In the current concept of pure blood in the wizarding world, a person whose parents are both wizards is called a pure blood.

Of course, Erwin scoffed at this statement.

This is a joke.

Let’s take an example.

A is a pure blood. His parents fell in love at Hogwarts and gave birth to him.

But, A's parents are mixed-blood, so does that mean there is no Muggle blood in A's body?

The same is true.

Hermione, half-blood!

But after she got together with Ron, the child she gave birth to!

They are called pure blood.

What a general and ridiculous rule for dividing purebloods.

Anyway, Erwin couldn't understand it.

The dinner at Hogwarts was still very sumptuous.

It was also the only advantage that Erwin found in the house-elf.

They cook really well.

And he works hard without complaint.

I just don't know how this creature lost the war.

Just look at the performance of the house-elf in the original book.

He can cast spells silently without any weapon and capture all kinds of objects with ease.

All done with a snap of fingers.

Isn't this much more outrageous than The Wizard?

Unlike the other three colleges, the little wizards were chattering while eating.

Make yourself dirty too.

There were some voices at the Slytherin table.

But overall, there are more polite ones.

Elvin was very satisfied with this.

This is also why Elvin likes Slytherin.

Although this pure-blood family that claims to be aristocratic has many shortcomings that people criticize.

But in order to maintain a superior image in front of others.

They will pay great attention to etiquette.

Compared with other little wizards, it is like the difference between the big and small classes in kindergarten. Although they are both kindergartens, it can save Alvin a lot of trouble.

After a sumptuous dinner.

The prefects of each house began to take the young wizards back to the common room.

The Slytherin common room is at the very bottom of Hogwarts.

According to the original book, this place was originally used by Hogwarts to imprison dark wizards and those humanoid dark creatures.

Later it was converted into a lounge.

There are two main styles: gloomy and dark.

Outside the glass is the Black Lake.

Looking up you can see the view of Black Lake.

Of course, it’s pitch black and you can’t see anything, but a dark shadow floating by from time to time is enough to make you scared.

Walking into the lounge, a group of young wizards gathered in the hall.

Grotia, the Slytherin prefect, clapped his hands.

"Alright! Freshmen, next, we need to conduct the Slytherin Hidden Prefect selection ceremony! I believe many of you have already learned about Slytherin's customs, which are also the rules unique to Slytherin, the Hidden Prefect!"

at the same time.

In front of Headmaster Dumbledore's office.

A black bat crawled in.

"Dumbledore, I need an explanation!"