Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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

Some Muggle-born and timid wizarding students screamed in fright.

But soon, the more humorous and kind among the ghosts dispelled the fear 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 is to fight 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 .”

After speaking, the ghost glanced at the tall, thin gentleman-like ghost who was dressed gorgeously beside him.

"Shit!" the ghost yelled, "Gryffindor is a second-rate school! We, Slytherin, are the real place to learn magic!"

Just like that, the ghosts in the room were yelling at each other, and they almost started fighting.

This chaotic scene did not stop until Professor McGonagall reappeared, and the ghosts flew into the wall and disappeared.

"Now, stand in a single file," McGonagall said, "Follow me."

Ron was at the front, Harry was next, Tierra was behind Harry, and behind Tierra was a boy with tawny hair, a little shorter than him.

They went up the stairs, through the foyer, and into an extremely luxurious dining room.

The ceiling of the restaurant is the starry night sky, and countless candle jellyfish are wandering under the night sky.

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

Glittering gold plates and goblets stood on four tables.

There was another long table at the head of the dining room, where the teachers sat, and Hagrid was also on that long table.

Professor McGonagall took the first-years over there and had them line up facing all the seniors, with the teachers behind them. Candles flickered, and the hundreds of faces watching them looked like pale lanterns. The ghosts also shone dimly among the students with dim dots of silver light.

"Spells have been cast here, and it looks like the sky outside. I read about it in "Hogwarts, A School History." Hermione didn't know when she stood beside Tiera, and pointed at the sky. Yela said in a low voice, with pride that couldn't be concealed in her tone.

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and then placed a worn-out pointed wizard hat full of patches on the four-legged stool.

The greasy shaft of the wizard hat reflected the greasy light, and the wrinkles on the hat looked like the wrinkled face of an old man.

The hat twisted. There was a wide slit in the brim like a mouth, and the hat began to sing:

"You may think I'm not beautiful, but don't judge by appearances, if you can find a more beautiful hat than mine, I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and your top hats sleek and crisp, and I am the Hogwarts test hat, so I am naturally superior to your hats.

Any thoughts hidden in your mind can't hide from the eyes of the devil's hat. Put it on and try it.

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

You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is bravery buried in the bottom of my heart, their courage, boldness and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding;

You may belong to Hufflepuff, where the people are upright and loyal, where Hufflepuffs are stoic and honest, unafraid of hard work;

If you're smart, you might go into wise old Ravenclaw, where the wise and learned always meet their kind;

Maybe you will enter Slytherin, maybe you will make sincere friends here, but those cunning and insidious people will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

Come put on me! Don't be afraid! Never panic!

In my hands...even though I don't even have a hand...you're safe because I'm a thinking hat!

After the devil hat sang the song, the audience applauded thunderously. The devil hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

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

"Whoever I call now puts on a hat, sits on a stool, and sorts," she said. "Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a ruddy complexion and two golden ponytails sat on it obediently. Her eyes, eyebrows, and nose resembled the owner of the Leaky Cauldron Bar... Well, the flowing me, the iron-clad Hannah Abbott, Tierra Xin think.

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the hat.

The table on the right applauds Hannah and welcomes her to their table.

"Susan Burns!" - "Hufflepuff!"

"Terry Boot!"—"Ravenclaw!"

...

"Tiera Wu!" McGonagall read.

Tierra obediently sat on it.

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

"Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor..." Tierra had just drank a bottle of Herries potion half a month ago, and the remaining medicinal properties were still Relatively strong, but not so strong that the Sorting Hat can see the abnormality, at least not let the Sorting Hat see its own memory...

If only seeing him stealing the Philosopher's Stone or having a library in another world would be fine...

If the Sorting Hat could see the memory of his connection with the person behind "The Seven Chapters of Xuanjun"...

The Sorting Hat might have to mutate on the spot.

The Sorting Hat was silent for a few seconds.

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

Tierra only felt that the deepest and strongest desire in her mind had been revealed, but fortunately, with the help of Tierra's adult self-control and spiritual walls, the Sorting Hat didn't see much.

Just pure thoughts, without any memory.

This is also why Tierra's mental power is much stronger than that of ordinary little wizards to sense the inspection of the Sorting Hat.

"Well... first of all, the thirst for knowledge, you are a very curious little wizard, your curiosity is strong, even far surpassing some adult wizards I have seen... you are very suitable for Ravenclaw..."

"Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor..." Tierra kept repeating in her mind, and the thirst for knowledge aroused in her mind was quickly suppressed .

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

Fortunately, Tierra was prepared, and was quickly suppressed.

"Also very ambitious, longing for fame, it seems that Slytherin seems to be very 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 joked, "You are a born snake or a born crow, but you are not a lion, and you don't have the qualities that a honeypot needs... can you tell me……"

Before the Sorting Hat finished speaking, Tierra silently took out a long and thin sweater needle from the inside of the wizard robe, and poked the Sorting Hat lightly.

"Oh, well, well, I admit that you are a Gryffindor, and you are the first one who dares to threaten the old hat at the sorting ceremony, well, that is..." the sorting hat shouted, "Gryffindor many!"

There was warm applause on the Gryffindor long table, among which the applause from the Weasley twins was the most intense.

Apparently they thought Tierra was as much of a troublemaker as they were.

Otherwise, who is a decent person stuffs sweater needles into his clothes?