Harry Potter's Dharma

Professor McGonagall had already left to guide the students. The other professors also left the room to greet the students in the dining hall.

Hermione was standing in a small room next to the dining hall with all the freshmen. Professor McGonagall had just led them here and left. She didn't know what he was going to do. He only told them that the sorting ceremony would begin soon and asked them to tidy up their appearance.

At this time, if Zheng Fan was here, she would definitely have an indifferent smile on her face as she slowly explained to her the tricks of the school allocation. But now, only God knew where that bastard had run off to!

After a while, Professor McGonagall returned. "Now, form a single line," he said to the freshmen. "Follow me."

Hermione followed the large group through the foyer and through a double door at the back into the luxurious dining hall.

As soon as she entered the hall, Hermione was shocked by how luxurious it was.

The students of the other classes were already sitting around four long tables. Thousands of candles floating above the tables lit up the dining hall.

The four tables were decorated with glittering gold plates and wine glasses.

At the head of the dining hall was another long table, which was the seat of the teachers.

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen there and had them line up facing the entire senior class, with the teachers behind them.

The candlelight flickered, and the hundreds of faces watching them looked like pale lanterns.

Ghosts were also mixed in with the students, shining with hazy silver light.

The entire hall was magnificent and dreamlike. It made Hermione feel a little romantic and let her imagination run wild.

Suddenly, an arm was placed on her head. "What are you thinking, my lovely lady?"

Hermione was startled. She quickly turned around and saw Zheng Fan's smiling face. She couldn't help but feel happy, but then she pouted. "Where did you go?"

"I went to the toilet and forgot to use it in the car. I was so bored."

Zheng Fan said with a straight face. Hermione rolled his eyes. As if he would believe him.

"The sorting is about to begin. I'm so nervous. Where will I be assigned?" Hermione said, grabbing Zheng Fan's robe.

"I don't know. It should be Ravenclaw. After all, you're very smart. Of course, it could also be Griffindor."

Zheng Fan said casually. In fact, it was most likely Gryffindor, because Hermione was assigned there in the original novel. However, he did not want to appear as if he could predict everything, so he mentioned Gryffindor first.

Hermione nodded. He was very pleased with Zheng Fan's words, "After all, you are very smart."

Professor McGonagall gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the freshmen. He then placed a pointed wizard hat on the stool.

The hat was patched and worn, and it was extremely dirty. Before school started, Zheng Fan had suggested that the old hat be washed, but the hat had objected to it. He thought that his current appearance gave him a sense of vicissitudes.

Motherf * cker, since when did the vicissitudes of life depend on not bathing?

Zheng Fan's face was full of disbelief. If possible, he really did not want to wear that stupid hat.

As if sensing Zheng Fan's thoughts, the sorting hat on the four-cornered bench suddenly grinned at him. This action caused the freshmen to cry out one after another. They didn't think that this lousy hat could do such a high-level action like "grinning".

"He's smiling at us?!" Harry Potter, who was not far away, exclaimed.

"I think he's smiling at me!"

Ronald Weasley said, his face a little flushed. Every time there was something that could make him stand out, he subconsciously wanted to take the blame.

Hermione looked at Zheng Fan. Although the hat was smiling at all the freshmen, she instinctively felt that the hat was smiling at Zheng Fan.

"You and that hat … Um, you know each other?" She hesitated for a long time before giving the hat a very human word.

"Kind of. I once suggested that the professors give this stupid hat a bath, but he refused," Zheng Fan said helplessly.

Zheng Fan said helplessly. Hermione couldn't help but laugh when he thought of that scene.

Under the gaze of all the students, the sorting hat began to sing.

Zheng Fan summarized its song. In short, it first bragged about itself, then introduced the four major colleges, then bragged about itself, then bragged about itself, then bragged about itself again, and finally told the students that if they wore it, they would be assigned to the college they wanted.

This bragging was a bit too much, Coach.

Hearing that they only needed to wear the hat for a while, many students breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione began to show a look of anticipation, while Harry Potter, who was not far away, did not look too good. In his opinion, a guy like him who did not know anything would not be assigned to a good college even if he wore the hat.

He subconsciously looked at Zheng Fan, who was standing not far away with Hermione in his arms.

If it was that Asian … he would definitely be admitted to the best college without any pressure.

"If only I were as good as him," he said subconsciously.

Ronald looked at him strangely. "What?"

"Uh, nothing. I mean, I'm afraid that I won't be assigned to a good college …"

Ronald Weasley immediately comforted him. "Don't worry, you're Harry Potter. It won't be a problem."

The sorting hat began to call the students up one by one, and soon it was Hermione's turn.

Hermione looked really nervous. She hugged Zheng Fan's arm and then walked up.

Zheng Fan did not feel any sense of anticipation. After all, Hermione was definitely going to Griffindor.

Hermione put on the hat. The sorting hat thought for a while and suddenly spoke.

“ Ravenclaw！”

Zheng Fan was stunned for a few seconds. How could it be Ravenclaw?

Then he suddenly remembered what he had said to Hermione before.

"I don't know. It should be Ravenclaw. After all, you're very smart. Of course, it could be Griffindor."

It seemed that his words had influenced Hermione's thinking. After all, the sorting hat had to be based on the student's own opinion.

Zheng Fan gave Hermione a big thumbs up from afar. Only by going to Ravenclaw could Hermione bring out her talent to its fullest potential, and the friends she would make would suit her taste better. In a place like Gryffindor, she would only be able to make friends with brats who were all brawn and no brains. Hermione, a precocious girl, was nothing like her.

Hermione was also very happy. She waved at Zheng Fan from afar and walked to Ravenclaw's table.

After a long time, Zheng Fan also arrived. He smiled and walked up to the sorting hat with a look of disdain.

"I'm definitely going to wash you out this year, trust me."

The sorting hat also smiled. "But you have to wear me now. I like to see you annoyed but unable to do anything about it."

Zheng Fan wanted to vomit blood.

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