Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

After Professor McGonagall left, while they were waiting, translucent, gray ghosts came in from the walls, floors, and windows.

It frightened some students from Muggle-born and timid wizard families into screaming.

But soon, the more humorous and kind ghosts dispelled the fears of these little wizards.

But when the little wizards asked about the sorting ceremony.

These ghosts will suddenly become very serious and scary.

"The sorting ceremony of Gryffindor involves fighting a fire dragon." A knight-like ghost said, "If you win, you can enter Gryffindor. If you lose, you can only go to other houses, such as Slytherin.

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After saying this, the ghost glanced at the tall, thin, gentleman-like ghost next to him who was richly dressed.

"Shit!" the ghost yelled inside, "Gryffindor is a second-rate college! We, Slytherin, are the place where we can truly learn magic!"

Just like that, the ghosts in the room were noisily yelling at each other, almost starting to fight.

This chaotic scene didn't stop until Professor McGonagall reappeared, and the ghosts flew into the wall and disappeared.

"Now, line up in a single file." Mag said, "Follow me."

Ron stood at the front, followed by Harry, and Tiera stood behind Harry. Behind Tiera was a boy with brown hair, a little shorter than him.

They walked up the stairs, passed through the foyer, and came to an extremely luxurious dining room.

The ceiling of the restaurant is a starry night sky, with countless candles wandering like jellyfish under the night sky.

All the students except their first-year classmates sat at four long tables.

Four tables were set with gleaming gold plates and goblets.

There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is where the teachers sit. Hagrid is also on that long table.

Professor McGonagall brought the first-year students there and asked them to line up in a row facing all the senior students, with the teachers behind them. The candlelight flickered, and hundreds of faces watching them looked like pale lanterns.

The ghosts were also mixed among the students, shining with hazy silver light.

"A spell has been cast here. It looks like the sky outside. I read about it in "Hogwarts: A School History"." Hermione didn't know when she stood next to Tiera and faced Tiera.

Yela said softly, with pride that could not be concealed in her tone.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a shabby, patched, pointed wizard hat on the four-corner stool.

The greasy body of the wizard's hat reflects greasy light, and the wrinkles on the hat look like the wrinkled face of an old man.

The hat twisted. A wide crack opened in the brim, like a mouth, and the hat began to sing:

"You may not think I'm pretty, but don't judge a book by its appearance. If you can find a more beautiful hat than me, I can eat myself."

You can make your bowler hat black and shiny, and your top silk hat smooth and crisp. I am the magic hat used for testing at Hogwarts, so naturally I am superior to your hat.

No thought hidden in your mind can escape the magic hat's golden eyes. Put it on and give it a try.

I will tell you which college you should be assigned to.

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is bravery buried deep in the heart. Their courage, courage and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are upright and loyal, and Hufflepuff students are perseverant and honest, and are not afraid of hard work;

If you are shrewd, you may enter the wise old Ravenclaw, where wise and knowledgeable people will always meet their colleagues;

Maybe you will enter Slytherin, maybe you will make sincere friends here, but those cunning and insidious people will use any means to achieve their goals.

Come and wear me! Don’t be afraid! Don’t panic!

In my hands...even though I don't even have a hand...you are absolutely safe because I am a thinking magic hat!

After the magic hat finished singing, the audience burst into applause. The magic hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

At this time, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever's name I call now puts on his hat, sits on the stool, and is sorted." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden ponytails sat on it obediently. Her eyes, eyebrows and nose looked like the owner of the Leaky Cauldron... Well, I am the flowing water, I am the iron-clad Hannah Abbott, Tiera Heart

think.

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the Hat.

The people at the table on the right applauded and cheered Hannah, welcoming her to sit at their table.

"Susan Burns!"—"Hufflepuff!"

"Teriboot!"—"Ravenclaw!"

…

"Tierra Witch!" Magna said.

Tiera sat up obediently.

Before the hat fell on her head, Tiera forced herself to have only one thought in her mind.

"Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor..." Tiera had just drank a bottle of Helis potion half a month ago, and the remaining potion was still

It's relatively strong, but not strong enough for the Sorting Hat to detect abnormalities, at least not enough to let the Sorting Hat see his own memories...

It would be okay if I just saw him stealing the magic stone or having a library in another world...

If the Sorting Hat saw the memory of the connection between him and the person behind "Xuanjun's Seven Chapters Secret Scripture"...

The Sorting Hat might not mutate on the spot.

The Sorting Hat was silent for a few seconds.

"Hmm... interesting, very interesting..." said the Sorting Hat.

Tiera only felt that the deepest and strongest desire in her mind had been brought out, but fortunately with Tiera's adult self-control and the help of Helis potion.

Just pure thoughts without any memory.

This is something Tiera can only sense because she has much stronger mental power than ordinary little wizards.

"Well... The first thing is your thirst for knowledge. You are a very curious little wizard. Your thirst for knowledge is strong, even far more than some adult wizards I have met... You are very suitable for Ravenclaw..."

"Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor..." Tiera kept chanting silently in her mind, and the thirst for knowledge that was aroused in her mind was quickly suppressed.

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But then, a greedy thought emerged from the depths of Tiera's mind.

Fortunately, Tiera was prepared and was quickly suppressed.

"You are also very ambitious and eager for fame. It seems that Slytherin is also suitable for you..." the Sorting Hat said again.

"But obviously, you don't want to go to these two houses, but to Gryffindor..." the Sorting Hat said slowly.

"But you are not suitable for Gryffindor..." the Sorting Hat said jokingly, "You are a born snake or a born crow, but you are not a lion, and you don't have the breed that a honeypot needs...

can you tell me……"

Before the Sorting Hat could finish speaking, Tiera silently took out a slender knitting needle from the wizard's robe and gently poked the Sorting Hat.

"Oh, okay, okay, I admit that you are a Gryffindor. You are the first one who dares to threaten the old hat during the sorting ceremony. Okay, that is..." the Sorting Hat shouted, "Gryffindor

many!"

Warm applause erupted from the Gryffindor table, and the most intense applause came from the Weasley twins.

Apparently they thought Tiera was a troublemaker like them.

Otherwise, no serious person would put knitting needles in their clothes.