Change the world from Hogwarts

Obviously, this list is arranged according to the order of form.

Hannah Abbott was obviously the first. She jumped up the steps and sat on the chair, and the Sorting Hat quickly arranged the house for her.

"Hufflepuff!"

"Susan Bones."

She is Hannah's good friend, and the Sorting Hat also sorted her into Hufflepuff.

The sorting ceremony continued like this. It is worth mentioning that two of Malfoy's followers, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, went to Slytherin.

And soon, Professor McGonagall read the name:

"Hermione Granger."

"...Okay, just relax, just relax."

After carefully putting on the sorting hat, a slightly long silence spread.

The Sorting Hat seemed to be thinking about something, and finally, he made a decision:

"Gryffindor!"

The little witch looked a little happy, Gryffindor was obviously her dream house, but Connor noticed that she glanced vaguely towards him.

"???"

No, what are you looking at me for?

In the end, Hermione didn't say anything and just ran all the way to the Gryffindor table.

"Daphne Greengrass!"

The one who came up later was an arrogant girl, and her deep-seated arrogance made her go to Slytherin.

Soon, Neville was also called.

He seemed to want to imitate Hermione and constantly cheer himself up.

"It's okay, it's okay, come on, come on..."

But I don't know if it was because he was too focused, but the soles of his feet suddenly slipped, and he staggered forward and fell forward.

"Ouch!"

"Quack!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leif leapt out of his arms and skipped towards the door.

"Leifu!!"

Neville subconsciously stretched out his hand, and for those who didn't know it, he thought that his reaching out was touching his lover who was parting or dying.

Seeing this look, Connor couldn't help but say:

"You go to the branch hospital first, and leave it to me over Leif."

Connor took out the wand hidden in his sleeve.

"Ah, thank you."

Then, Neville was sorted into Gryffindor.

And when the sorting was over, he felt like his head was in a daze.

"Gryffindor? I actually went to Gryffindor."

He shouted loudly and ran happily towards the Gryffindor table, but at this moment, he was just too excited and the sorting hat was not even taken off his head.

After discovering the problem, he ran back dejectedly amidst a burst of different laughter.

"sorry……"

"Okay, Mr. Longbottom, go back to your table. Your classmates are waiting for you."

Despite what he said, Neville immediately ran back to the crowd and retrieved the restless Leif from Connor.

After this small interlude, Professor McGonagall continued to call out the next student's name:

"Connor McMahon."

Um?

After hearing his name, Connor was stunned.

At the same time, he heard doubtful voices coming from the other side of the crowd.

It was a silver-haired girl wearing glasses and a ponytail, exuding a strong bookish air.

At this moment, Connor found that she was also looking at him, with a doubtful attitude in her eyes.

"what happened……"

She couldn't help but whisper.

Her voice is beautiful, ethereal and quiet, which gives her a somewhat mysterious coat.

But in Connor's eyes, there was such an inexplicable darkness about her.

There is a crack that is difficult to describe in words, like three gaps and flaws on a piece of crystal.

"Is it splitting or splicing..."

He didn't notice this at all before, but when he really looked at the girl, he found that he couldn't look away at all.

It's like seeing a broken mirror in the sun.

"Hey, don't be stupid."

Just when Connor couldn't help but want to observe, Ernie couldn't help but reach out and nudge him.

"It's time for your sorting."

"Mr. McMahon, please come on stage."

After taking a deep look at Mr. MacMillan(n), who didn't notice anything, Connor hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter?"

"fine."

Connor shook his head and quickly walked up the steps.

After sitting on the chair, he hugged his small box with both hands to make sure it would not fall to the ground, and then with the help of Professor McGonagall, he put on the patched, gray hat.

"Ah, Connor Mac Mab, I've been waiting for you."

However, Connor didn't wait for the name of the college. When he put on the hat, he just heard the slightly magnetic whisper lingering in his ears.

Like a whisper before falling asleep.

And unlike others, the Sorting Hat deliberately separated what most people thought was his last name - in fact, this is the true pronunciation of his name.

"Wait for me? Why are you waiting for me?"

"You may not know that before you arrived, you caused quite an uproar in the principal's office."

"Why? Because I was bullied by Malfoy and the others?"

"No, no, no, of course it's not such a trivial matter. What really surprised the principals was that your name changed at least four times. Because of this, the principals almost thought that Hogwarts was lost.

Got a student."

"Hogwarts has had my name on record from the beginning?"

"Ah, yes, because I was bored in the principal's office. I remember this kind of thing clearly - Conn, Conchorbor, your name was not officially changed to Conner until the end.

(connor).”

"After all, my family is very persistent about this kind of thing, and they all have their own reasons."

"Including last name?"

"Of course, including the surname, they also argued about it many times. It was not until a few months ago that it was really confirmed. As a result, each took a step back."

In the end, he never used his mother's real name.

"Ah, that's no wonder. Your family must be very powerful wizards. A simple name can produce the desired effect so quickly."

The Sorting Hat couldn't help but sigh.

"You must know that when we first prepared the letter, we reviewed it for a long time. The principals said that the frequency of name changes in the admission book was terrifying. They were really afraid that someone would be missing or someone would be added."

"Then I can only say sorry for this."

For a moment, the outside world fell into a kind of silence,

The Sorting Hat was placed on Connor's head, and he was silent for a long time.

"Okay, I think others are a little anxious, so let me find out which academy is best for a child like you to enter..."

Then, the Sorting Hat's originally friendly whisper suddenly stopped.

"Wait a minute, for a person like you, your family... no wonder the way your name is written is completely different from MacMillan and McDougal, and the desire buried deep in your heart, you are simply a born Slater.

Lin!! Yes, Si..."

The Sorting Hat almost yelled out the name of the house, but was interrupted before the first sound could be heard.

"I want to go to Hufflepuff."

The tone was long and calm, but seemed irresistible.