Cannon fodder mage from Hogwarts

Chapter 035

The next moment, Professor McGonagall finally called out Bike’s name.

Vic was also a little helpless, his initials W were too far back.

So much so that there were too many classmates in front, and the time took almost an hour, and Vic stood there a little asleep.

Hearing his name, Vic blinked and walked towards the front.

On the way, he quietly put himself on a state – a spiritual barrier.

Although it is said that the sorting hat can only detect a person’s talent and cannot peek into the student’s thoughts, who can say exactly what is in reality!

He didn’t want the old bee to know that he had crossed over!

Sitting on a barstool, Vic put on his sorting hat.

A slightly greasy bachelor smell came to his face, and Vic subconsciously held his breath.

Think about it, it is said that the sorting hat has a history of thousands of years, and for so many years it has not had a female hat to take care of it, and it is common sense to be unpolished.

To Bike’s surprise, after putting on the hat, the sorting hat did not move.

After a while, even the little wizards in the distance began to whisper.

Only then did the Sorting Hat open its mouth wide and make a sound.

“A~”

Well?

Azkaban?

WhatTheFuck？！

No, no!

You won’t really want to put me in Azkaban!

Is it so exciting at first?

Vic looked suspiciously at the brim that somewhat covered his eyes.

Before he could say anything, the Sorting Hat’s mouth opened to the maximum.

“…… Ah-”

It yawned widely.

Cut!

Vic rolled his eyes and said teasingly

“We’re not in the Sorting House, why are we still yawning?”

“Oh, sorry, is it in the Sorting House? I thought the sorting was over! ”

The lazy voice of the Sorting Hat came.

“Are you sure you’re a professional?”

“Of course, you can question my appearance, but not my professionalism! I’ve been given powerful magic by the Big Four….

What exactly are you thinking, though? Why do I feel like I’m being worn on a rock? ”

Listening to the puzzled voice of the Sorting Hat, Vic breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the psychic barrier is indeed very strong, and the sorting hat cannot spy on his own memory.

He thought about it, weakened the effect of magic a little, only guarded the most core secrets, and released some other ideas.

“Maybe I thought you were going to assign me to Azkaban, so my head went blank just now!”

Vic shrugged and made an excuse.

“Well, it’s possible… Wait a minute! What are you talking about?!

Oh roar! Merlin’s beard! How could you think that? Do you know what place Azkaban is? ”

“Of course, Azkaban is a place dedicated to black wizards!”

“So as a sorting hat, how could I sort you into that kind of place?!”

Twisting his body, the Sorting Hat questioned loudly.

“Oh… Mr. Sorting Hat, is it possible that Azkaban imprisons all dark wizards, and those dark wizards are all Hogwarts graduates! So it can be concluded that Azkaban is equal to Hogwarts Fifth House? ”

The Sorting Hat fell silent.

Its thousand-year-old brain is working fast.

Thinking about it this way, this statement may, probably, seems to be true….

What a fart!!

Shett!

Fak!

The Sorting Hat almost cursed!

Fortunately, it has no feet, otherwise it would probably have jumped up now.

Even Professor McGonagall on the side, after hearing this, looked over in amazement, his eyes full of scrutiny.

What exactly is this student’s head that would make him say such a thing?

Oh, my God!

He must not be a Gryffindor, it is really going to kill him!