harry potter book of crimes

"...Helen Schon!"

Like Hogwarts, these little wizards from Minoan were not all from Greece. The first girl that Maka reported seemed to be of Nordic ancestry just like Maka and others.

When she heard Maka announce her name, Helen, who was standing quietly in the queue, glanced at him, then walked to the four-legged stool with some restraint and sat down.

Look at the way her legs are close together and her two little hands are placed peacefully on her knees. She is well-behaved but also has a certain degree of nervousness. Her eyes are slightly drooped, obviously she does not dare to look at the large number of curious eyes in the auditorium.

See.

Maka walked up to Helen holding the parchment roll and put the Sorting Hat in her hand on her long, soft chestnut hair. Helen subconsciously shrank her neck.

"ha!"

As soon as the Sorting Hat touched Helen's hair, she immediately screamed, frightening her whole body.

"I gave the Hat a difficult problem at the beginning, but what I like to study the most is difficult problems... Well..." the Sorting Hat twisted his body and pondered for a while, "I think... Logically speaking, it should be to go to Ravenclaw.

, but...little girl, what do you think?"

"...What?" Helen said with her big eyes flashing.

"Ravenclaw House allows you to freely pursue knowledge and satisfy your curiosity," the Sorting Hat sang like a song, "and Slytherin House allows you to cautiously explore the darkness and decipher the secrets... This hat recommends

You choose one of these two colleges...Of course, it's just a suggestion, and the hat is just a hat."

"Hey, Ravenclaw!" Helen pursed her lips, looked up at the students at the four long tables, and then said with a little hesitation.

"Well..." the Sorting Hat tilted its tip again, "Is this your choice? Then - Gryffindor!"

Helen's sorting result was chanted loudly by the hat, and most of the little lions applauded enthusiastically.

This is natural. Most of the sympathetic little wizards have a lot of affection for Helen, a cute little girl.

"Eh?"

While Helen was stunned for a moment, Maca held the tip of the hat and lifted the Sorting Hat.

Suddenly feeling that the top of her head was empty, Helen immediately came back to her senses and walked over somewhat erratically amidst the welcome sounds of the little lions.

"Sorting Hat, is there anything special about that little girl?" Maka looked at the girl's back and asked casually to the Sorting Hat in her hand.

"Special?" The Sorting Hat thought for a while and said, "To say special, it is definitely not as special as your kid... How should I put it? A child who has forgotten how to 'choose'?"

Naturally, it was not the time to ask questions now. Maca glanced at the parchment again, and then said loudly: "Helen Schon, assigned to Gryffindor House, studying in the third grade... Next, Sokaldis K.

Ristoddopoulos.”

"...Kristopoulos?"

Ron was looking at the new female classmate curiously at the Gryffindor table when he inadvertently heard such a strange name that made people tongue-tied.

"No, it's 'Christophernos'." Harry corrected from the side.

"Not 'Chris Ross'?" Neville asked with a puzzled look on his face, holding his toad Leif.

"Don't you think it's strange that the one you mentioned is missing so many syllables?" Ron patted Neville on the shoulder and laughed.

"Ron! You have no right to make fun of Neville," Hermione, who was talking to Helen, suddenly turned around and scolded, "And don't make fun of other people's names!"

"...It's 'Christos Dopoulos'." Helen, who was sitting next to Hermione, carefully pulled her sleeves and said softly, "Sokaldis is a very nice person, just like Miss Granger.

He is our student committee president who is kind and enthusiastic..."

In the middle of her words, she suddenly paused and said with a gloomy expression: "...Well, I mean, I used to...be our student committee president."

"Oh... I'm sorry," Ron saw a weeping expression on Helen's face, and Ron immediately said in a hurry, "We didn't mean to do that, that... well, we all remembered, it's called Ke

Rhys…huh?”

Halfway through the hasty consolation, Ron realized that he had almost forgotten the difficult-to-remember last name, and immediately turned around in embarrassment and asked Harry and the others for on-site help.

"Uh..." Harry murmured, then spread his hands helplessly, "I think we may have to put this name on the list of after-school homework."

"puff."

Helen seemed to be amused by Harry's words. She puffed up her cheeks and laughed, with a faint blush appearing on her lovely face.

"Thank you, seniors...it's okay," Helen took a breath, smiled sweetly at everyone, and said well-behaved and sensible, "Actually, when I first went to Greece to settle down with my father, I was also worried about those weird things.

I have been worried about my name for a long time..."

"In order to remember the names that I had to remember, I even wrote them down on sticky notes and posted them everywhere at home!"

"Oh, this is a good idea!" Ron clapped his hands and said, "I have thought about using this method to recite "Thousands of Magic Herbs and Mushrooms" -"

"You didn't mention it and I forgot..." Harry heard this and suddenly glared at Ron angrily, "When you were in first grade, you nailed all the thumbtacks on the wall in the dormitory, right?"

The thumbtack on the floor almost stuck into the sole of my foot!"

"Ah?" Ron immediately turned his head to avoid Harry's gaze and said dryly, "No, didn't I just say that then? That must have been a good thing Peeves did..."

Helen looked at Harry and Ron fighting each other, and seemed to find it very interesting, and couldn't help but let out a clear laughter like wind chimes.

…

"Slytherin——"

Just now, when Ron and the others were talking to each other about the boy's name, the Sorting Hat quickly reported the boy's sorting result.

"Oh?" Maka raised her eyebrows slightly, and then said calmly, "Sokaldis Christosdoropoulos, was sorted into Slytherin House, studying in the sixth grade... Next...

"

"Professor Maclean, please just call me 'Sokas'."

The boy whose Sorting Hat was taken off by Maka bowed politely and saluted, then stood up from the four-legged stool and walked gracefully to the Slytherin table under the gazes of the little snakes.

Maka looked at the back of the boy who was a little older than herself and secretly drew a circle on his name in her heart.

"Next, Paris..."

The names of the Greeks are very convoluted. Although they are not more difficult to read than some ancient magic texts, it is indeed a bit troublesome to read them one after another.

After this rather special sorting ceremony was completed, Professor McGonagall immediately waved her magic wand, filled all the large plates with food, and promptly announced the start of today's dinner.

Maka casually put the Sorting Hat on her head and immediately returned to the staff table. She picked up her fork and served herself a big fried chicken leg first.

"Professor McGonagall, where is Umbridge?" He looked at the empty seat in the banquet, then swallowed a mouthful of chicken leg meat, wiped the corners of his mouth and asked, "Didn't she come back with me before?"

"It seems that there is something urgent in the Ministry of Magic. She suddenly went back just now..." McGonagall frowned slightly, "Originally, I planned to announce her re-appointment after the sorting ceremony."

"Really..." Maka thought for a while and said, "I will go to the principal's office to put back the sorting hat later, and by the way, I will ask Mr. Everard to go to the Ministry of Magic to check on the situation."

The "Mr. Everard" he refers to is one of the portraits of past principals hanging on the wall of the principal's office. He has served as Minister of Magic for two terms, and he also has his name in the Ministry of Magic.

Portrait.

"Yeah," Professor McGonagall nodded, "Okay, I'll make arrangements here and I'll be there later."

After speaking casually, Maka picked up the chicken legs on the plate again, opened her mouth and took a big bite, chewing with satisfaction.

"The Sorting Hat...were there any weird ones among those students just now?" He asked vaguely to the Sorting Hat on his head while chewing chicken.

"What's so strange?" the Sorting Hat said lazily, "It's pretty much the same! Everyone is one thing on the surface, but another on the inside, isn't it? It would be more strange to say that they are completely the same on the outside."

"For example?" Maka asked curiously.

"Like that Luna Lovegood—and Minerva McGonagall—"

"Maka!" Professor McGonagall suddenly turned around and said, "Put that hat aside and don't talk too much while eating."

"It seems that you have to be added to these people." Maka smiled and shrugged.

"Of course, this hat has always been—"

Before the Sorting Hat could finish speaking, Maka took it off from the top of her head and placed it on the edge of the dining table.

"You'd better stop talking, otherwise Professor McGonagall will throw you into the fireplace." He patted the tip of the Sorting Hat and said funnyly, "In that case, your bath will be in vain."

"Humph, I never tell lies."

After humming, the Sorting Hat stopped talking nonsense and calmed down.

While stuffing food into her mouth, Maka raised her head and looked at the long tables. Most of the refugee students from Minos were bathed in the goodwill of the little wizards from various colleges. It seemed that it was not easy to integrate into the group.

It would be too difficult.

Of course, the integration process may be relatively difficult for the two students who were sorted into Slytherin House.

"...Helen, come and try this mushroom soup. I think this is the most delicious dish at Hogwarts!" Vaguely, Maka seemed to hear Hermione's clear voice.