Change the world from Hogwarts

The Sorting Hat fell silent, and after a while he asked:

"Hufflepuff? You really think so?"

"Yes."

Connor responded calmly.

"Don't you think about it again? I'm sure you can achieve extremely brilliant achievements in Slytherin, and that is definitely the best place for you."

"Then what can I get by joining Slytherin? Is it a course unique to Slytherin?"

Connor did not continue to refute anything directly. Connor just casually moved the topic to other places.

"Do the four academies now have their own unique courses, secrets, etc.?"

"...No, there are no such things now. The children all have classes together and the teachers are the same."

"Then can I get Slytherin's gift?"

"It's not possible, at least it's impossible to give it to you directly."

The Sorting Hat kept chattering, and he seemed to reveal some secrets unintentionally:

"Godric and the others have indeed left a legacy within Hogwarts, but they prefer that those gifts fall into the hands of their successors in a more traditional way."

It's just that Connor doesn't particularly care about this kind of thing. Anyway, they are all things that I am blessed with.

"Then let's pretend they don't exist... Anyway, back to the original question, since there is nothing special about it, why should I go to Slytherin?"

"But don't you think your state of caring about gains and losses is very suitable for Slytherin?"

"Hmph...a gathering place for a bunch of careerists, idiots, and bloodline theories?"

Thinking of the attitude shown by Malfoy, Connor just sighed.

"It's not necessary. I don't like getting along with those people. It's really tiring."

"What about Gryffindor or Ravenclaw?"

In the end, the Sorting Hat didn't force anything. He obviously respected the students' opinions:

"I think you are particularly suitable for these two colleges. The careful logic revealed in your words will definitely be welcomed by Rowena. I can use the consciousness and thoughts in my head to guarantee that she and Ge

Lanffindor admires you very much."

"But times have changed, Mr. Sorting Hat. The so-called sorting system itself is an ancient apprenticeship. Isn't it an expansion of the discipleship system? Now that the courses are completely merged, I think the meaning of the sorting itself is not that great."

"..."

The Sorting Hat was silenced once again.

"You are really the most difficult little wizard I have ever seen. In thousands of years, I have never seen anyone question the tradition of sorting. You must know that even the magic academies in America have inherited our tradition."

And when it spoke again, Connor felt that he could vaguely hear a sigh.

It should have revealed pride, but all Connor heard was loneliness.

"It's just that you did remind me of something, kid."

"What?"

"It is true that as you said, the sorting itself is just a helpless move - my birth and existence are more like the efforts and compromises made by Godric and others who do not want the entire school to collapse."

"Is it a difference in educational philosophy?"

"Ah, yes, you are really smart. Salazar is suspicious of all Muggle-born children. Rowena doesn't like to be around stupid children. Even Godric himself sometimes has no patience for those timid children. After all, they

I can’t change some of my preferences.”

The Sorting Hat told some secrets that ordinary people may not know.

"Only Helga, as always, treats all the children with a more gentle and patient attitude. And all she asks of her students is that they can take good care of themselves and become upright and loyal wizards."

At the end of the sentence, the Sorting Hat's slightly magnetic and hoarse voice just stopped.

"Ah, it sounds like you have had a strong impression of Hufflepuff from the beginning. Is that the reason?"

"You can say that."

"Ah, I know, haha, I have argued with countless little wizards, but only your reason really convinced me, kid."

Gradually, the Sorting Hat's voice became cheerful again.

"Then it's decided, I hope you have a wonderful seven years, my boy...Hufflepuff!"

Finally, the Sorting Hat shouted out his choice.

"Thank you, Mr. Sorting Hat."

When Connor took off his hat, what he saw was the shocked expressions of others, including Professor McGonagall.

Most of the students were relieved and seemed to be sighing that some kind of torture was over.

"What's wrong? Oh... did I take too long?"

"No, it's nothing. The Sorting Hat's hesitation mostly means excellence, Mr. McMahon."

Professor McGonagall's expression was obviously a little complicated, and Connor seemed to find a hint of regret in it.

"It has been many years since there has been a real embarrassment, and it is a pity that such students do not belong to Gryffindor."

This old lady has always been proud of her college.

"I think Hufflepuff is pretty good too... Besides, the difference between houses isn't that important now, is it?"

"That's true."

Looking at Connor's face, a gentle smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's face.

"Go find your classmates."

"Good teacher."

When Connor looked up, he happened to see an old man looking at him on the teacher's bench.

His hair is very white and his beard is very long, but his face is only kind.

When Connor looked at him, he raised his glass in greeting.

With the same smile in return, Connor walked towards the Hufflepuff table, but just as he entered the crowd of new students, Ernie grabbed his arm.

"Um?"

"Good brother, Hufflepuff is waiting for me!"

"okay."

As for Neville, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table, he just had a big mouth.

"Are you all going to Hufflepuff? What will I do?"

Unable to help but hug his toad tightly, Neville looked a little hurt.

"I thought you were a Gryffindor too, Connor..."

Seeing his confused expression, Connor just smiled.

"It doesn't matter, we will have classes together anyway, right?"

Then, his eyes subconsciously moved to the little witch beside him.

Hermione Granger.

Connor found that she was looking at him with the same complicated expression, and her hesitant look clearly revealed a hint of loss.

It seemed that no one around her was willing to talk to her. She just rested her chin in her hands in boredom, her eyes wandering around the auditorium.

Seeing this scene, Connor felt as if he had understood something.

Does she have no friends?

However, at this time, there was no way to point out anything directly. Connor just came to Hufflepuff's seat with thoughts.

"What a surprise, Connor."

The person who stood up to greet him was the prefect he had seen on the train before: Gabriel Truman.

"I originally thought that someone like you who dared to confront Malfoy would be sorted into Gryffindor no matter what."

Someone beside Gabriel chimed in and added:

"I didn't expect that a hat-trick that only happens once in fifty years would come to our Hufflepuffs."

"Hey, Hufflepuff, what's up?"

Gabriel raised his eyebrows displeased.

"Hufflepuff has never been worse than other houses, whether it's Slytherin or Ravenclaw..."

Glancing at the Slytherin table next to him and the Ravenclaw table further away, Gabriel just raised his eyebrows.

"These two houses always like to put some historical celebrities into their own houses to embarrass themselves... But no matter what, you are welcome to Hufflepuff, and I will give it to you new students later.

Introduce some of our Hufflepuff 'privileges'."

Something seemed to have happened before that led to Gabriel perhaps never liking the other two academies.

But just when Connor subconsciously wanted to ask something, something seemed to have happened at the Sorting Hat.

"Wait a moment, Mr. MacMillan, you are not next."

Ernie seemed to have walked up talking to himself, but Professor McGonagall stopped him.

"Eh? Is it true? Connor and I have the same last name."

"I'm very sorry, Mr. MacMillan, but the last names of the three of you...are indeed somewhat similar."

After a brief narration, Professor McGonagall called out the next freshman's real name:

"Isobel McDougal!"

It's the white-haired girl from before.

"she……"