Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Chapter : 1 day off, 2 more tomorrow

"Susan Burns...Hufflepuff!"

"Justin Finley...Hufflepuff!"

In the large and beautifully decorated exhibition hall, a wrinkled hat with a big mouth that splits from the edge, twisting restlessly while singing, and occasionally being squeezed by a few undaunted little wizards. The brim of the hat gave out bursts of weird laughter.

As the names of the students and the colleges assigned to them were spoken from the sorting cap, the little wizards clapped their hands warmly or perfunctorily on the seats below.

At least in this welcome party, even Gryffindor and Slytherin, who disliked each other, would maintain this relatively harmonious scene.

In the audience, the little wizards waiting for the distribution academy were nervous or expectant watching other people put on the sorting hat, and then walked to the corresponding academy seat in the funny tone of the hat.

However, among the freshmen, there is a thin boy who is out of place. He is looking blankly at the gorgeous and retro decorations and candles suspended in mid-air. The bright lights of the hall are illuminating the auditorium. It was bright, and translucent ghosts could be seen flying in the air all around. Everything made the boy a little bit too adaptable for a while, and it took a long time before he muttered to himself.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

"Strange, am I dying in the hospital bed?" Just as the boy felt familiar and unfamiliar with everything around him, a high female voice resounded in the large exhibition hall.

"Ivan Hals!"

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood in front of the four-corner table where the sorting cap was placed, looking at the parchment scroll in her hand, but waited for a long time and didn't see the new students come up, so she frowned and said loudly again.

"Ivan Hals!"

I haven't seen any movement in the freshmen for a long time, and now even Dumbledore cast a suspicious look, and the old students from the major colleges talked in private.

"Who? Who's Ivan? So courageous?"

"Isn't it the wrong way to miss the sorting ceremony?"

"This is interesting..."

......

At this time, the remaining freshmen, under the gaze of many professors and seniors, moved a few steps behind them. Only the boy with blond hair and black pupils who had not figured out his condition remained standing there, looking very conspicuous. .

"Mr. Ivan Hals, please come to the stage here!" Professor McGonagall repeated it again.

"Me?" Ivan pointed to himself in a daze, and suddenly felt that this scene was a bit strange but had an unexpected sense of familiarity.

"Yes, please come up as soon as possible? Just like others have done...there are other children who need to be sorted out next." Perhaps because Ivan is a freshman, although Professor McGonagall spoke for the fourth time When I asked, I didn't mean to be angry at all, I just felt that the new student might be a little nervous.

Before Ivan could react, he felt that he was being nudged, and then the freshmen in the front row also unexpectedly pushed Ivan to the stage one by one with tacit understanding.

"Okay, kid, come here soon..." Professor McGonagall stepped forward, draped Ivan's shoulders and pressed him on the chair, picked up the sorting hat and pressed it on Ivan's head.

The Sorting Hat twisted his body restlessly on Ivan's head, and said strangely.

"Hey, kid, don't be too shy, you are not the first person to feel nervous in such a place... Trust me, just close your eyes and it's over... It doesn't hurt at all!"

Ivan rolled his eyes. After staying at the new student's office for a while, he also had some guesses about the current situation, but he still felt a little unbelievable.

But, is this really Hogwarts? That magical place where magic is taught? But that's not...

Ivan couldn't help thinking about it, but the sorting hat's voice rang in Ivan's ears.

"Yes... of course, this is Hogwarts! You are not dreaming, I am 100% sure!"

"I guess you must be from a Muggle family, right? Every few years, there are always a few new little wizards who don’t believe that magic is real. They say that it’s all tricks and they want to get it out of my body. Here comes a rabbit with long ears...I told them there was nothing in the hat, but they didn't believe it..."

The sorting hat babbled cold jokes, and the split mouth almost extended to the brim of the hat.

The Sorting Hat's ability to read memories made Ivan not daring to think too much, so he quickly stopped his mind.

But perhaps because of the influence of the Sorting Hat, Ivan's mind was like a slideshow, flashing through sections of unfamiliar memories. The scattered Ivan could not piece it together. It seemed that a witch was teaching her own magic. ..

The witch in my memory was about thirty, with beautiful long blond hair, and talking with her mouth open. Then Ivan only felt a panic of fear hit her heart...

The Sorting Hat is also the first time I have seen such a messy little wizard, but I am also surprised that Ivan is not from a Muggle family. How can children from a wizard family know Hogwarts?

There was a cold sweat on Ivan’s forehead. Although the various thoughts and memories read by the Sorting Hat belonged to the original owner, he didn’t know if this hat would read any important secrets. Fan can only try to force himself to think about something insignificant.

"Ahem..." Seeing that the sorting hat seemed to have an endless posture, Professor McGonagall had to cough slightly to remind the sorting hat on the stage to do business quickly.

The Sorting Hat stopped talking, and Ivan was finally relieved, but he was also a little curious about which college he would be assigned to.

"Well... let me see, optimistic... smart and like crazy thinking..." The Sorting Hat dragged a long tone, suddenly lowered his voice and said. "And a little bit of black magic..."

"I know black magic?" Ivan was confused, thinking of the memory just now.

"Oh, yes, an ancient and rare... black magic." The Sorting Hat whispered to Ivan, as if whispering something.

"Of course, in my opinion this is also an interesting black magic~www.mtlnovel.com~ It always allows people to see something they don't want to see... Someone has used it to prank, maybe you can try it too. test..."

"Although Dumbledore definitely doesn't want anyone to do this again..." The Sorting Hat complained to himself.

"Then where should I go? Slytherin?" Ivan was a little curious about how he could black magic, but now the most important thing is the problem of sorting.

After the division, he can take off this **** hat that can read memories.

In the four colleges of Hogwarts, entering Gryffindor requires enough bravery (or reckless?). What Ravenclaw wants is wisdom or a desire for knowledge.

Slytherin corresponds to a cunning and insidious character and outstanding magical talent.

As for Hufflepuff...

Ivan feels that Hufflepuff Academy is usually responsible for accepting the remaining students...

The Sorting Hat said that learning dark magic is very much in line with the standards of Slytherin College. Of course, it is possible that he was sorted into Ravenclaw because of his optimism and intelligence.

Ivan was a little narcissistic about...

"No, no, neither." The sorting hat's tone suddenly became humorous. "Although it will make you a little sad to say that, Slytherin usually only chooses some talented little wizards, so..."

"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat changed the whispering whisper when it was whispering with Ivan, and the loud voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Gryffindor?" Ivan took the Sorting Hat off the top of his head, a little surprised, and even too late to complain about the Sorting Hat's evaluation of his talent.

"Yes.. Yes, you should go there!" The Sorting Hat vowed. "I have never missed it, you have the corresponding quality!"

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