Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, the audience was completely silent.

The professors and the old students on the four long tables looked at each other. They had never seen the Sorting Hat as happy as he was today, and even the sorting song was a new song.

The students soon started talking. They understood a small part of the sorting song, and if there were more, they could only make random guesses.

Moriarty noticed that Dumbledore was whispering something to a female professor wearing big glasses in the professor's chair. Through Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, he could see the solemnity in his eyes.

Is it about the Sorting Song?

Moriarty feels that the only thing that can attract Dumbledore's attention is the Sorting Song.

Obviously, the boy in the song refers to him.

"Hat, your singing is the first admission gift I received. I like it very much, so I will also give you a gift for this."

Amidst the noise, Moriarty's clear voice came, and the students were attracted to the scene. Moriarty waved the Slytherin staff at the Sorting Hat, and a thin layer of frost enveloped the hat.

"You should pay attention to your appearance and wear your hat, otherwise you won't be able to see your old friends."

The Sorting Hat grinned: "Aha, what did you do to me? It's cool, it's itchy, oh it's so comfortable, I mean - it's such an unexpected surprise."

After a few seconds, the frost disappeared, and the Sorting Hat took on a new look, returning to the state it had on Godric Gryffindor's head a thousand years ago, a brand-new wizard's hat.

"Hey," the Sorting Hat called, "what you do reminds me of the time when Salazar and Godric were together. He always encouraged Godric to clean me.

Okay, boy, thank you, even though I don’t like being clean, you made me feel like I did back then.”

"It's nothing," Moriarty said. "I hope you have a good time, hat."

There was a burst of applause from the Gryffindor table, praising Moriarty, and a red-haired fourth-year student even whistled at Moriarty: "Well done! I've wanted to do that for a long time!"

Percy behind Moriarty covered his forehead: "Oh no, it's Charlie!"

The weird atmosphere that had existed since the end of the sorting song was suddenly broken, and the students laughed out loud.

Professor McGonagall had to raise her voice: "Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting."

"Jericho Branch!"

A tall and thin boy with short light blond hair quickly walked out of the queue and put on his hat.

At this time, Lilith came close to Moriarty and said softly: "Blanche is the surname of the United States. If I remember correctly, he is the son of James Blanche, the current director of the Sports Department of the Magic Congress of the United States of America.

, their family is a sports family."

Then she smiled at Moriarty: "I bet he'll be sorted into Slytherin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hat shouted in an opera-like accent: "Slytherin~"

Jericho Branch put down his hat and ran quickly to the Slytherin table, where there was a burst of not very warm applause.

Lilith winked at Moriarty, her little face slightly raised like a little bear that had eaten honey.

As long as a pure-blooded little wizard comes forward, she will always be able to tell the background and origin of those pure-blooded people.

"Penello Crevat!"

When Penello heard her name being called, she looked at the freshmen around her. Moriarty encouraged her: "Don't be nervous, relax."

Penello walked up excitedly, but as soon as he put on the hat, his true colors were revealed. He lowered his head and muttered something vaguely.

"Want to go to Slytherin?" the Sorting Hat said, "Oh Merlin, there are enough Slytherin students this year!"

"What? You still want to go to Slytherin?" The Sorting Hat insisted on its point of view: "Going to Ravenclaw will help you achieve your goals faster and better, okay? Child."

Moriarty saw Penello shaking his head desperately, but the hat was obviously too excited today, and Moriarty suspected that it did not listen carefully to Penello's inner voice.

"So——Ravenclaw~"

Penello's face suddenly turned white. She took off her hat and placed it on the stool, causing the hat to scream dissatisfied, but she didn't seem to hear it and slowly walked towards the Ravenclaw chief.

table, where a burst of warm applause broke out.

Percy looked regretful: "It seems that among the four people in the box, I am the only one who is Gryffindor."

"Don't be discouraged Weasley," Lilith comforted: "Great careers have nothing to do with where you are."

At this time, Professor McGonagall said in a measured tone: "Moriarty Slytherin!"

The entire auditorium fell into silence again, and not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Moriarty was already at the front of the freshmen. He only had to take one step forward to sit on the stool. The Sorting Hat smiled and said: "Come on, put me on, let me see what you are thinking."

"

A trace of amusement flashed in Moriarty's eyes. In the castle, he learned a few little magic tricks to prevent others from prying into his thoughts, so he happened to try it with his hat.

When he picked up the Sorting Hat, the system prompted: "It was detected that the host discovered and touched the wizard hat that can think independently, and won two exploration draws."

Moriarty did not choose the lottery. He put on the Sorting Hat. For a moment, the hat shouted: "Oh no..."

Hat wanted to see what Moriarty was thinking, but was invaded by Moriarty.

Moriarty sees some images from the hat's memory:

A tall man in a bright red uniform pointed his sword at a man in a silver robe with an arrogant face, and he was also pointed at a staff held by the man in the silver robe.

There is also a majestic castle - the hat seems to be put on someone's head, and it sees the inside of the castle.

And - the four wizards pointed their wands at their hats, and wisps of green smoke and white mist emitted from the tip of the wand...

"Hey! You naughty boy!" The hat screamed again, breaking Moriarty's prying eyes. It said angrily: "You must have learned the detection magic of that old guy Salazar. If you hadn't

Call Slytherin, and I will sort you into Azkaban!"

Both freshmen and old students let out a low cry at this time, but Moriarty didn't care, he laughed and said: "I think you must have inherited Godric's humorous cells, you are very talented at telling jokes!

"

"Really? Am I serious?" the Sorting Hat asked. His anger just now seemed to be fake, but now it was thoughtful: "Maybe next time when sorting, I should ask the freshmen to line up and tell me.

Joke. This way I can quickly judge their quality."

There was roaring laughter from the Gryffindor table, and several little lions who usually like to play pranks cheered loudly: "This is great!"

Seeing that Hat had forgotten his job, Moriarty coughed lightly: "Stop thinking blindly and sort me into a hospital quickly. I don't want to become a Hat."

"Okay, okay, I want to chat with you for a while longer," he said, smacking his hat, "Isn't this a matter of course? Of course Slytherin should go to Slytherin House!"

The Slytherin table erupted into the loudest cheers. A senior senior summoned a silver snake with his wand and said, "Praise to Slytherin!"

Most of the little snakes clapped with smiles on their faces, but only a few had intriguing expressions on their faces.

Moriarty came to the Slytherin table. Everyone stood up and wanted to shake hands with him, but was stopped by the eldest prefect, William Romot.

Moriarty recognized him as the one who released the Silver Snake. He asked the students to continue looking at the branch, and arranged for Moriarty to sit next to a pretty and cute girl.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty, I am Gemma Farley, your third-year senior."

This senior has long brown hair that hangs down to her waist and a pair of green eyes. She is smiling at Moriarty at the moment.

Moriarty greeted him politely, and they watched the sorting situation together.

After two more freshmen were sorted into Hufflepuff and Gryffindor respectively, Professor McGonagall read: "Lilith Pilivik!"