Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Chapter 15 The Sorting Hat's Sorting Song

Penello glanced out the window. It was already dark. The mountains and forests shrouded in twilight seemed to be dyed a deep purple, and the train gradually slowed down.

"I'll go back to my box and change my robe. I'll see you when we are sorted, Mr. Moriarty." Lilith waved to Moriarty, stood up and left.

Penello also took out the wizard's robe at this time. Moriarty took Percy out and asked Penello to change first.

Five minutes later, the train stopped, and the little wizards pushed and shoved toward the door and down to a small, dark platform.

Under the leadership of Hagrid, the little wizards boarded the boat in groups of four, with Moriarty, Penelope, and Percy being the last group.

They were about to board the boat when Lilith came over.

She winked at Moriarty mysteriously: "When I went back to the box to change into my robe, I heard something.

Most purebloods are happy for your arrival, but you know, no matter where you are, there are always a handful of people who don't fit in, they are awkward and annoying.

So? Mr. Moriarty, you need to..."

"I need to be cautious all the time, right? I don't think I need to." As if what Lilith said didn't exist, Moriarty just glanced at her and looked away.

Moriarty's plan originally included dealing with pure-blood families, whether they were family heads like Lucius Malfoy or pure-blood young wizards at Hogwarts.

As the boat sailed forward across the lake, a huge castle reaching into the sky came into Moriarty's sight.

A warm feeling flowed in the Slytherin staff. Moriarty was convinced that he had not mobilized magic power. It must be the special connection between Hogwarts and the Slytherin staff.

For the staff, it's a return home.

Moriarty then thought of some little secrets hidden in Hogwarts.

With the staff, it might not take much time to find those secret passages, or it might be possible to open the secret room without the snake language.

Looking at Moriarty's thoughtful look, Percy took the initiative to stir up the topic in order not to be silent: "It is said that freshmen enter Hogwarts in groups of four by boat across the lake to commemorate Hogwarts.

Gvoz’s Big Four…”

However, Percy's efforts were ineffective. Lilith crossed her arms and stared at Moriarty's profile with interest. Penelope also looked at the castle like Moriarty, her eyes full of longing.

The speed of the boat was not very fast, but the winged dreams and fantasies of the little wizards made time pass by quietly.

After crossing the lake, walking through the tunnel, coming to the grassland, and climbing up the stone steps, the little wizards finally came to a huge oak door.

Hagrid's mission is over. There may be more purebloods in this class. Moriarty heard many young wizards snorting with disdain when Hagrid left.

But before these little wizards could start bragging, Professor McGonagall opened the door and led the freshmen inside.

They walked all the way to a small empty room at one end. Professor McGonagall glanced at the new students with stern eyes, and her eyes stayed on Moriarty for a while. Moriarty was very sure that she recognized him.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "The opening party is about to begin, but before you take your seats in the auditorium, you must first determine which house you will enter."

Professor McGonagall paused, her glasses reflecting the light of the torch, making her look both sacred and majestic.

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding wizards."

Penello now understands why Moriarty has received attention, but she is not very happy. She feels further away from Moriarty.

Next, Professor McGonagall introduced things about extra points and the Academy Cup, leaving some time for the freshmen to tidy up their appearance.

At this time, more than twenty ghosts of Hogwarts—Bloody Barrow, Mrs. Grey, Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar, etc.—jumped out from the wall of the room.

Led by Bloody Barrow, the ghosts floated past the freshmen as if looking for something. Nick, who was almost headless, saw Moriarty and screamed: "Look, Barrow, look

Look! He looks exactly like Principal Salazar."

"Nick, shut up. Needless to say, I can watch it myself." Bloody Barrow roared rudely, but when he floated in front of Moriarty, his dull eyes were filled with light.

"Although it may not help the situation, I still want to say sorry to my teacher, your ancestor. This is my carefully thought-out answer. I have thought about it a lot for hundreds of years, and I cannot die openly... I

There is so much nostalgia.”

As he spoke, Barrow looked at Mrs. Gray behind him and the students sitting in the auditorium. His eyes were sad and sad, and then he drifted away in despair.

"Barrow has no ill intentions, he is just very guilty. He has always wanted to apologize to the four principals. He failed to live up to their expectations." An ethereal voice sounded in Moriarty's ears, and Mrs. Gray said to him: "Since we

When he learned that you would come, Barrow became sad. We often see him blaming himself, but all this is his own fault and no one forced him.

I have to leave too, if possible, say hello to Professor Salazar for me."

Moriarty watched Mrs. Gray leave. There were many reasons for Barrow's tragedy, and Mrs. Gray was one of them. However, he could not judge emotional matters, but he could be a quiet listener when Barrow talked.

The ghosts have long been inseparable from Hogwarts, and they deserve what Moriarty does.

After Bloody Barrow left, the ghosts began to talk freely, and the topics were all related to Moriarty. It was obvious that they were very happy.

The fat monk from Hufflepuff came over and said to Moriarty: "Maybe you think Barrow is a little strange, but our old guys' feelings for Hogwarts are no worse than Principal Dumbledore's.

In fact, not only Barrow, but also Mrs. Grey, when we knew you would come back, they all showed varying degrees of strangeness:

Nick didn't care about his severed head anymore, Mrs. Gray talked more, and even Peeves - he locked himself in an empty classroom for three days and three nights before coming out."

Moriarty gave the kind ghost a bright smile: "I don't mind at all, you know, Hogwarts is more than just a school to me."

"Ah, ah, yes, I knew we were right about you," the fat monk said: "The Sorting Hat is coming, we have to go. Finally, although you will definitely be sorted into Slytherin, I represent

Hufflepuff welcomes you."

The ghosts started to leave, and Nick shouted at the top of his lungs: "Gryffindor welcomes you too! Gryffindor welcomes Slytherin, haha, how wonderful!"

Professor McGonagall came back with a four-legged stool and the Sorting Hat. She placed the Sorting Hat on top of the stool.

"Hey! Hey! Come over here, okay? I want to see the descendants of Slytherin," the Sorting Hat stared at Moriarty, squirming excitedly, "I was injected into him by Salazar Slytherin.

Part of my mind, so I want you to put it on your head, okay? Mr. Slytherin."

"I understand how you feel, Hat. But this is not in line with tradition." Professor McGonagall stopped the Sorting Hat from jumping on Moriarty's head.

"Okay, okay, it's time for me to sing." The Sorting Hat muttered, and then it regained its excitement: "You must listen to it, I spent a whole year making this."

Moriarty understood its meaning; the song was written for him.

"Cold wind, fireplace, snow-covered roof, eastern winter.

The boy spent one long night and one fantasy day after another.

The September sunshine shines through the wings of the golden snitch.

The boy on Monday is full of glory.

Tuesday's boy, don't disturb the sleeping dragon.

The boy on Wednesday is the protagonist of the banquet.

The boy on Thursday teaches the baby who survived.

Friday's boy is surrounded by a giant snake.

Saturday boy, prison breaking, brain-burning, goblin, ridicule!

On Sunday, the boy didn’t go to school, he just traveled across the ocean and made waves.

If time makes the years endless, I would like to have more Saturdays and Sundays...