Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

Along the way, Hema and Professor McGonagall did not communicate much, after all, he himself is not a chatty person.

Besides, although Professor McGonagall is essentially a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, his serious appearance at this time still makes people feel a little stressed.

"The sorting is about to start now. Fortunately, you came just in time, Mr. Aibo."

Professor McGonagall came in through the side door and saw students lined up for the Sorting Hat trial.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the center, saw him and smiled slightly from the side. Hema also nodded and bowed, not to mention whether old Deng would let him join the plan to eliminate Voldemort in the future.

Dumbledore saved him as a baby, found him a good family, and went to congratulate him on his birthday, which was actually very good to him.

"Go, stand in front, Mr. Abbott, you may be the first to be shouted, after all, your sister was the first last year."

"I see, Professor."

Hema nodded, and suddenly thought that her cheap sister is the strongest nail in all the Harry Potter books, and Hannah, who is hardworking, really lives up to her reputation!

Hema then walked towards the center of the auditorium, and the other little wizards all looked sideways at Hema, making his skin crawl.

"Hannah, this is your brother!"

"Hmm." Hannah looked at Hema and breathed a sigh of relief. After all, she didn't see him on the train, which frightened her.

"Why didn't Ron and Harry come?" Neville looked at Hema, and then asked Fred and George next to him.

"Yeah, Fred, where did Ron and Harry go? I didn't see them all the way!"

"Perhaps swept away by Snape's robes..."

George made a joke, but didn't think he meant it, and then chatted with Fred about prank props and things like that.

Neville and Seamus next to him looked at the twins speechlessly. Ron probably picked them up, but why did Hermione disappear?

At the Slytherin dining table not far away, Malfoy took out a book and pretended to read it, while looking sideways at Hema.

"Draco, this year's students all look so-so, there is no way to compare with ours!"

A sharp voice came from Malfoy's side, and a hand was put on his robe unscrupulously, which made him startled for a moment, then frowned, and knocked the opponent's hand down.

"Pansy, don't touch me for nothing, I have business to do."

Hearing Malfoy's haughty and cold voice, Pansy's anger that had just risen turned into a mass of warmth, and she looked at Malfoy in admiration again.

"..." Malfoy sighed, didn't say anything else, put down the book, and continued to look in Hema's direction.

"Then the Hogwarts sorting ceremony begins now. Whoever's name I call now will put on a hat, sit on a stool, and wait for the sorting."

With Professor McGonagall standing in the center, the division officially began.

"Dirk Alley."

Hema was taken aback when she heard the name, shit, she is also a member of the Aibo family, why treat it differently! ?

Under everyone's gaze, a thin boy with bronzed skin sat down on the stool, and then put the old wizard hat on his head.

After a moment's pause, the hat jerked and shouted "Ravenclaw!"

Then Ravenclaw applauded and cheered, but compared to last year's Harry Potter, the enthusiastic cheers, I'm afraid it's not just now, and there won't be any more in the future.

"Next, Hema Abbott."

Hearing her name, Hema also walked onto the stage slowly, put on her hat, and was about to sit on the stool but found something blocking her.

"Mr. Aibo, you can put the broom on your back first.

"

At this time, Professor McGonagall's voice sounded from behind him, and Hema remembered that she was still carrying her big wand, even though it was wrapped like a broom.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall." Hema didn't explain the wand that was mistaken for a broom, and gently removed it from the strap at the back, and put it outward.

All the students noticed Hema's movements, some of them almost laughed out loud, what is this guy doing, did the professor help him hold it?

And in the next second, when everyone watched the lump of wood fall to the ground, Hema's fingers flashed a faint light, and the scepter rose from the ground, floating beside it.

After seeing this scene, all the little wizards instantly stared at Hema with wide eyes in disbelief, and the senior students also gradually changed from smiling to shocked.

Wandless casting and silent spells! !

Silent spellcasting, which is not practiced until the sixth grade, even some of their seventh grade students, if they don't practice it often, can control it so-so.

But this newborn's silent spell was actually more proficient than theirs. Although it was just a small floating spell, he still managed to cast spells without a staff at the same time!

My goodness, this guy must come to his own academy, this is a genius! Absolute genius!

Students with excellent academic performance are more straightforward than Harry Potter! For example, Hermione, although some people don't like her, but they have to admit that the other party is excellent,

Immediately, the prefects of all grades all stared at Hema, who was like a treasure, and even the professor sitting at the top couldn't help but clapped his hands.

Especially Professor Flitwick of Charms, now he can't wait to go up and directly announce that Hema is his Ravenclaw student, but in the end he endured it and raised the glass in his hand to Hema.

"Beautiful wandless casting and silent spells, everyone should be quiet first, Mr. Aibo hasn't been sorted yet~"

As the scene became more and more noisy, Dumbledore also knocked on the cup with a spoon, and the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

"Please, Mr. Hema." Dumbledore smiled at Aibo, calming Hema's flustered heart.

He was really not pretending to be malicious just now. He did learn 8 or 9 spells throughout the summer vacation, but the use of silent spells was among them.

He hadn't learned how to cast spells without a wand, and just subconsciously used magic just now, and then it became.

He had discovered that he could do this when he had just fallen from the sky and cast a spell.

Speaking of the branch, although he also wanted to go to which college, but after thinking about it, he found that he, a salty fish, didn't seem to like any college very much.

Gryffindor is good, but it feels like they are too active for my energy saving strategy, Ravenclaw is okay, but he doesn't like to use his brain too much.

Hufflepuff, he felt that he was not worthy of this place where there were honest people. As far as Slytherin was concerned, he didn't pursue power that much, and he wasn't pure blood either.

After thinking about it, the hat was put on his head, and a hoarse voice sounded from his ear.

"Hmm~ It's hard, you make me feel like a student from last year...what's your name..."

"Harry Potter?"

"No~no~, Hermione Granger, I thought she would be suitable for Gryffindor, as well as Ravenclaw, but in the end she went to Gryffindor."

"But you are different. You are talented and brave. You are smart and can use all advantages to advance, but you are kind to people. You have some characteristics of every college."

"Then where should I go?"

"Where... do you want to go?" The Sorting Hat also unexpectedly had the idea of ​​asking the little wizard himself, and it was unable to make a decision for the first time.

"I'm free." Hema also replied, he really thought so.

"..." Hearing Hema's answer, the Sorting Hat fell into a strange silence.

The other little wizards and the students below also looked at Hema who had been sitting there for a long time, and clenched their fists.

"This guy might come to Slytherin. Only we, Slytherin, deserve to have such a talent."

"Wood, this kid is a genius. After coming to Gryffindor, let him try Quidditch."

As the discussion below started to be discussed again, the Sorting Hat suddenly roared out of the silence, "Slytherin!!"