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Lin Mo's ears were buzzing from the loud sound of the hat.

It's Slytherin, it's really Slytherin...

He took off the sorting hat in confusion. Harry and Ron looked at him in shock at the long red-decorated table, their mouths open wide enough to stuff an apple. Even Evel looked confused and didn't know why Lin Mo went there.

Ron's bad college.

Didn't you say you were going to Gryffindor...

At the long table decorated with green on the other side, a few students were applauding and welcoming, but more people were whispering. They had never heard of Lin Mo's last name and were asking about which family he was from, his origins and background.

Students at Snake Academy never treat others as simple independent individuals, they are more willing to respect other people's backgrounds.

Lin Mo gently put the worn hat back on the seat and stared blankly at the long Slytherin table.

The Sorting Hat screamed, and there was probably no way he could take it back, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, as heavy as he could.

No matter what, I can't move forward.

It was actually Slytherin. He still couldn't accept this fact. There was a ringing in his ears. Although he couldn't say he hated this house, he couldn't say he liked it. Moreover, he had never thought of this possibility, no matter what he had played with before.

Whether it's a simulated branch or a college scarf bought from the store, they are all golden and red lions.

He gritted his teeth, and a voice sounded in his mind, an upright and brave voice belonging to Gryffindor.

It says: A true warrior must dare to face the bleak green.

Damn, why was I sorted into Slytherin...

"No! Impossible!" Dracris stood up at the long table decorated with green and shouted loudly: "He is an idiot and a magic thief! How could he be sorted into Slytherin!"

"There must be a mistake somewhere!"

Yes, there must be something wrong, Lin Mo thought.

He indeed traveled through time from who knows how many years ago, and then...

It seems maybe maybe maybe... that he also brought some of his bloodline from who knows how many years ago? After thinking about it, this is the only way to explain the Sorting Hat's judgment that his bloodline is extremely ancient.

Regardless of his choice, he will be assigned to the snake yard.

This is really embarrassing for me...

The long table decorated in silver and green gradually became noisy.

Chrissy's accusation gradually fermented, and more and more people began to discuss it. The expressions of the middle and high school students all changed. No one applauded to welcome Lin Mo anymore. They were all questioning, and a few even started to slap the table and tableware.

Express dissatisfaction.

The scene got a little out of control for a while.

bite.

bite.

bite.

Dumbledore knocked on the goblet in front of him: "Please be quiet."

The discussions and protests subsided, but Lin Mo's ears were still buzzing.

He turned around. In the center of the guest of honor seat, the principal was looking at him through the half-moon lenses of his glasses. Facing the kind old man from a distance, Lin Mo opened his mouth silently, trying to explain but failed.

I can't find the starting point.

Hey, did you know that I traveled from a planet called Earth in the 21st century?

Can you say this? No, any words that reveal your life experience are too reckless.

At least it should never be mentioned on such an occasion.

Lin Mo looked at the principal without saying a word.

"Mr. Lin Mo, why don't you go and sit down at the long table in your college?" Dumbledore said with a smile, as if nothing happened: "I think you have heard about the house chosen by the Sorting Hat for you.

Letling, long table decorated in silver and green."

But Lin Mo opened his mouth again, is that it?

For some reason, under the principal's gaze, his stiff legs suddenly became able to move, and the buzzing in his ears disappeared.

He took a step toward the Slytherin table, then another.

No one seemed to object again. Although some seniors, including Chris, looked very angry (she almost broke the goblet in her hand), the principal has made it clear that they do not have enough courage to oppose the world-famous Dumbledore.

Lido.

But students weren't the only ones in the banquet hall.

"Wait a minute," a voice sounded from the guest seat, seeming a little impatient.

Lin Mo followed the sound and looked.

He thought it would be Professor Snape. As the head of the Snake House, he was certainly qualified to speak in this situation. He also had reason to be angry. After all, the Sorting Hat gave his noble Slytherin a Muggle blood.

The law thief.

But Lin Mo guessed wrong. What he saw was a shiny head.

That's Professor Quirrell.

"Hug, I'm sorry, please forgive me for my rash remarks, and it's not directed at Lin, Mr. Lin Mo," Quirrell stuttered a little: "But I don't want to think about it again."

He rubbed his hands and gradually spoke smoothly: "Hogwarts is almost, uh, as old as the Wizards' Union. In its thousands of years of history, the academy founded by the great Salazar Slytherin has never accepted any

A law thief. I think if, uh, Mr. Lin Mo is really sorted into Slytherin, it will cause misunderstandings among many people, including Dean Snape."

"They will, will see this as a provocation to Slytherin tradition."

"Please don't take a stand on my behalf, Professor Quirrell." Snape said coldly.

He looked at Lin Mo, his eyes cold and empty, like two dark tunnels with no bottom.

"Is it true what Miss Malfoy said, that you are a law thief?" he asked.

"Oh Severus, you don't take children's jokes seriously." Dumbledore said kindly: "Think about it, we have all gone through that age, reckless and proud."

"I'm afraid... yes," Lin Mo tried to make his voice loud enough to be heard: "Mr. Ollivander has confirmed it."

"I do not have wizard blood, either way."

Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar, and the Slytherin table simply exploded.

If there is no basis for Delacris's accusation, the famous Mr. Ollivander will never be wrong.

And the law thief himself admitted it.

As Professor Quirrell said, in such a long time, Slytherin has never accepted a spell stealer. Even half-bloods have to carefully hide themselves and find it difficult to raise their heads, let alone a spell stealer of pure Muggle blood.

This is simply an insult to them.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall was also shocked. Why did the Sorting Hat sort this law-stealing kid into Slytherin?

The Sorting Hat is not wrong, she firmly believes this, but the question is why?

But Dumbledore didn't look surprised.

"Mr. Lin Mo," he said, "please bring me the sorting hat. I think it has a reason."

Lin Mo picked up the dirty hat, walked quickly to the guest of honor seat, held it with his hands flat and handed it to the principal. When he ran down, he felt that everyone was looking at him, including the students in the audience and the guest of honor.

The stares from the professors at the table, especially Quirrell and Snape, made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

The kind old man took off the burgundy square hat on his head, and his thick white hair and his long beard were almost indistinguishable if he hadn't tied a bow on his beard.

It seems he plans to put on the Sorting Hat himself.

The Sorting Hat shouted: "No! Dumbledore! You can't do this! You will fall in love with me!"

"Oh," Dumbledore was amused and said jokingly: "I promise you that I prefer my square hat. If one day I have to wear you out, don't forget to remind me to cast one on you in advance.

Transfiguration.”

"This reminds me that you are indeed a bit unsightly." He weighed the tip of his hat and shook it:

“A new look!”

The Sorting Hat let out a muffled scream, as if a large glass of soapy water was poured into its mouth. After a while, the dirty stains on its body were washed away, and it became much cleaner. Of course, those patches and

Worn corners were not repaired.

Dumbledore then put on the Sorting Hat, still protesting.

The brim of the hat did not cover his wise eyes like a student.

Wow, Albus Dumbledore wearing the pointed sorting hat! I’m afraid I’ll never see him again in this life. Lin Mo’s eyes suddenly lit up like blood. He really wanted to use something to capture this scene.

(The Weasley brothers in the distance have already begun to recite the recording spell).

In exchange for this scene, even if he was assigned to the Snake Yard, it would not be a loss, Lin Mo couldn't help but think.

No, it’s just a matter of blood!

Slytherin is Slytherin, not just pale green, I'm not afraid of it!

After a while, Dumbledore seemed to have learned enough reasons from the Sorting Hat.

He smiled and said softly to the tattered hat: "This is really good news. If you can bring such good news every day, maybe I will really fall in love with you. Although I am very old,

But considering you are much bigger than me. Plus I have to admit, you are indeed more charming than my little square hat."

"After all, thoughts are priceless, aren't they?"

The Sorting Hat made a sound like retching.