Harry Potter and Master of Magic

In the room, the freshmen were still praying in their hearts when someone suddenly screamed loudly.

Harry was one of several wizards who were less mentally capable of jumping up in fright.

Zhang Hao also turned his head to look behind him. It turned out that twenty or so ghosts suddenly appeared from the wall behind him.

These pearly white, translucent ghosts whispered as they drifted across the room.

They ignored the first-year freshman, discussing something in ear to ear.

Zhang Hao vaguely heard them mention Peeves, it seems that some ghost named Peeves has done something bad.

They discussed whether to forgive him...

Finally, the first-year freshman is spotted by a ghost in a ruffled, bodysuit.

He picked up the topic familiarly, and rambled on something irrelevant.

But before the ghost chatted for long, everyone heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Move forward, everyone, the sorting ceremony is about to start." Professor McGonagall said to the freshmen: "Now form a single line and follow me!"

The group lined up neatly, walked out of the room, passed through the foyer, and then entered the luxurious auditorium through the double door before.

Zhang Hao has been to the Great Hall, the No. 6 Pharmaceutical Factory, and the British Retro Hotel...

Although those places are also magnificent, but in general there is no way to compare with this luxurious auditorium.

The other grades of the academy were already sitting around four long tables with thousands of candles floating above them.

The candles illuminated the auditorium as if it were daylight, leaving almost no corners of the hall in shadow.

On the four tables were gleaming gold plates and goblets, but they were all empty and had not yet held any food.

There was another long table on the upper stage of the auditorium, which was the seat of the professors.

Professor McGonagall took the freshmen there and lined up, facing the seniors with their backs to the chair.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at the new students made them nervous.

Of course, not everyone is like that.

At least Zhang Hao was very indifferent, and the little girl beside Harry who was suspected of Hermione Granger focused most of his attention on the ceiling.

The ceiling of the auditorium has been enchanted to look like the starry sky outside, looking high and beautiful.

But Zhang Hao estimates that in ten years, the starry sky outside will not be so beautiful.

At this time, Professor McGonagall put a four-cornered stool in front of the freshman, and then put a top wizard hat on the four-cornered stool.

The hat was patched, worn, and very dirty.

Zhang Hao thought to himself, maybe there is a chance to give this hat a bath.

Almost everyone was staring at the hat, it was like waking up from a slumber. From being soft to being firm, I saw it twisted a little, and then it cracked a wide seam.

This crack is like a big mouth, pouring out unpleasant songs:

You may think I'm not pretty

But don't judge people by their appearance

If you can find a hat prettier than mine

i can eat myself

...

You are absolutely safe in my hands

Because I am the magic hat that will definitely think!

The howling-like singing of the drake finally ended, Zhang Hao twitched the corners of his mouth, and he felt as if his ears had been raped.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward gracefully with a roll of parchment in hand. She said loudly, "Now whoever I call will put on a hat and sit on the stool, waiting for the sorting."

She paused and said the first name: "Hannah Abbott!"

Zhang Hao showed a slight smile, and couldn't help but admire: "It really is Hannah, the trio of flowing water!"

Then I saw a little girl with a ruddy face and two blond braids, stumbled out of the queue and put on a sorting hat.

"Hufflepuffs!" cried the hat.

The students at the table to the right applaud Hannah and welcome her to Hufflepuff.

"Susan Burns!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Terry Boot!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Mandy Bloch!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Lavender Brown!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Milison Burst!"

"Slytherin!"

"Justin Finlay!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

...

The branch is carried out step by step, and almost everyone can come to a conclusion in a very short time.

But when a name resounded through the hall, twists and turns were finally born.

"Harry Potter!"

The noise in the auditorium fell silent, and then there were all kinds of murmurs.

"Potter? Is she calling Potter?"

"Is that the Harry Potter?"

Everyone turned their necks to look, wanting to see the face of this legendary figure.

But the immature face was covered by the Sorting Hat, and almost no one could see Harry's full face.

The Sorting Hat muttered and hesitated for a long time.

Or maybe it was arguing with Harry, and in the end had no choice but to compromise.

"Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table cheered loudly, while the other three tables fell silent.

Young people are all eager to get in touch with legendary figures, but obviously not many people get what they want.

There are four people left behind, Lisa Dupin, Ron Weasley, Brace Shabini, and Zhang Hao.

Lisa Dupin was placed in Ravenclaw, Ron Weasley was placed in Gryffindor, and Brace Shabini was placed in Slytherin.

Finally, Professor McGonagall pronounced the last name.

"Hao Zhang!"

Zhang Hao calmly picked up the sorting hat and placed it lightly on his head. Until this time, he was still so indifferent, a dirty hat was actually wearing a crown by him.

The eyes of everyone gathered again, and the senior students were full of anticipation.

And the freshman murmured and prayed: "Don't be assigned to our college!"

The youngest Weasley boy was even more exaggerated, his face puckered together.

His twin brother wondered, "Ron, what are you talking about? Shouldn't we welcome him?"

Ron said with a sullen face: "He got 20 points from Professor McGonagall for using magic on Pansy Parkinson on the train. You know what that means? If he came to Gryffindor, we would be Twenty points will be directly deducted!"

This matter was passed around a hundred times, and soon everyone knew it, and the same was true for the other three tables.

The worst mood is the Slytherin students. They have already gained Pansy Parkinson. If Zhang Hao also joins, then Slytherin will really lose at the starting line.

However, whatever you are afraid of will come, when the little snakes resist.

The Sorting Hat was also caught in a tangle, and it murmured: "Oh! Another contradictory soul! You do not lack courage, you also have the faith to pursue the truth, you are willing to hide in low ebbs, and you have unparalleled ambition... Maybe, what you need It's just a huge stage..."

Zhang Hao has no specific requirements for which college to go to, so even if he knows that he can interfere with the Sorting Hat's judgment, he remains indifferent.

So, after struggling for a long time, the Sorting Hat called out a name:

"Slytherin!"

Zhang Hao took off his hat and walked slowly to the long table on the left.

Someone should have given up their seat, someone should have cheered loudly, someone should have shaken hands...

But none of this happened, they let Zhang Hao sit outside the crowd alone.

Watching the birth of a generation of cold field kings and letting him overwhelm the heroes, it is truly unconvincing...