Change the world from Hogwarts

Perhaps, this year's freshman admission and branching ceremony is destined to be different.

Not only is the legendary savior of the British wizarding world, Harry Potter, about to attend Hogwarts, but more importantly, a heavyweight is starring in a sitcom this year.

Draco Malfoy.

While many Hogwarts students were sitting in the auditorium waiting for their meals to be served and to welcome their new classmates, they saw a blond child running all the way to the auditorium.

"Professor! Professor!"

Perhaps because he ran too fast, the supposedly noble child fell flat on the ground.

But he didn't even have time to stand up, he just rolled and crawled towards the end of the auditorium - above the steps, where the teachers were.

"Professor! Professor Snape! Help!"

Seeing this scene, the students looked at each other with confusion on their faces, but Snape just frowned. No one could see any other emotions from his face that could only be described as stiff.

.

"Mr. Malfoy, what difficulties did you encounter?"

The person who finally broke this seemingly nonsensical silence was the always serious Professor McGonagall.

"McMab, he's going to beat me!"

This meaningless sentence confused almost everyone, except for some professors and superiors who knew the details.

At the Gryffindor table, Percy Weasley couldn't help but frown, and there was even more discussion at Hufflepuff.

"Wow, it looks like that thing on the train isn't over yet."

Gently stroking his chin, prefect Gabriel couldn't help but laugh.

"Gabri, I remember you said that something happened on the train?"

Beside him, a handsome senior student couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, Cedric, this Mr. Malfoy not only bullies those wizards from Muggle families, he even casts a curse on the new student."

Cedric couldn't help but frown.

"Freshmen have no ability to resist this kind of thing..."

"No, the new students are not easy. When Percy and I rushed to the scene, we saw Mr. Malfoy covered in evil curses, such as leek curse, bat spirit curse, slug curse and so on. By the way,

Tipsy was vomited all over by Malfoy."

"Hey, hey, hey, Gabri, stop talking. We'll have dinner later and you can talk about this."

Prefect Gabriel seemed to want to describe it in detail, but was quickly interrupted by his friends around him.

"Alright alright."

he said with a smile.

"In short, Malfoy and his little followers have finally hit the wall... We just have to wait and see the joke."

While the students were discussing one after another, Mag just asked in a pragmatic manner:

"Please describe the situation and situation in detail, Mr. Malfoy, and we will deal with it impartially."

"then……"

Suddenly, Young Master Malfoy's originally sharp and high-pitched voice suddenly stopped.

He found that he couldn't say anything at all.

At this moment, some messy but inexplicably neat footsteps came.

Looking up, the leader was the red-haired boy.

"I didn't do anything, Professor. Everyone here can testify for me that Mr. Malfoy suddenly started to panic and ran all the way towards the auditorium. I personally feel that it was because of the failed magic on the carriage that caused him to panic.

It produced a strong psychological shadow.”

"NO, I have not!"

Malfoy couldn't help but retorted loudly.

"I obviously..."

"Do you want to say that you are very brave and will not fall due to setbacks, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I……"

As if he was choked, Malfoy's face turned red, and his look made Ron, who had been watching, sigh with emotion.

"He's really awesome at being able to make a Malfoy look like this."

Then, a trace of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Unlike me, I can't do anything... It would be great if I had that kind of eloquence and ability."

And these are just a small episode.

Although Malfoy hoped that Connor would be punished for his actions, he did nothing.

Even if he handed over the wand in his hand, he could only detect two flying curses, both of which were aimed at Neville's toad.

In the end, Malfoy's wish was not realized.

Under Professor Snape's scolding, he quickly returned to the crowd in despair, but he only stood on the edge with his followers.

"It's really a good show, isn't it, Minerva, it's been a thousand years, it would be nice if the sorting ceremony every year could be a little new, you know? I always feel that the new students have the same face every year."

At this moment, a worn-out hat on the seat made a vicissitude of sound.

This caused a moment of consternation among the freshmen.

"The hat... spoke?"

"It obviously looks quite worn out..."

"What? Looking down on the hat?"

Perhaps feeling offended, the Sorting Hat shouted loudly.

"The hat can't talk? You know, I am a hat infused with the thoughts of the four founders!

You may think I'm not pretty,

But never judge a book by its cover,

If you can find a prettier hat than mine,

I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hat black and shiny,

Make your top hat smooth and crisp,

I am the magic hat used for testing at Hogwarts.

Naturally, it is superior to your hat..."

At first, the tattered-looking hat just complained and protested loudly, but soon he raised his voice to sing a narrative poem.

From the establishment of Hogwarts to the emergence and concepts of the four colleges, this is explained clearly.

Gryffindor's bravery.

Hufflepuff's loyalty and integrity.

The intelligence and wisdom of Ravenclaw.

Slytherin's shrewd ambition.

And this is undoubtedly the standard for branching.

But to be honest, Connor didn't think this was a good thing.

"I feel so bad..."

"what are you saying?"

During the tune, it felt like Connor was saying something, and Hannah and the others couldn't help but look at Connor.

"No, it's nothing."

Connor just reached out and stroked the kitten wrapped around his neck.

"Speaking of which, which college do you want to go to?"

What surprised Connor was that the person who asked him was actually Hermione.

No, why are you asking me this?

Although he was curious about this, Connor still gave his own answer.

Without any hesitation.

"Hufflepuff."

"……Why?"

"Because it looks the most normal."

"But I think you should be in Gryffindor."

"Why does it have to be Gryffindor?"

"because of you……"

"Come and wear me! Don't be afraid!

Don't panic!

In my hands, you are absolutely safe

Because I am a thinking magic hat!"

At this moment, the Sorting Hat's song seemed to have reached its final stage.

"Minerva, let the grand ceremony begin."

"Let's talk about it later if there's anything else."

"Now, please ask the students whose names are read to come forward and put on their hats to sort them into different schools."

Professor McGonagall stared at the parchment list in her hand.

So the first student is:

"Hannah Abbott!"