Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

Harry, who was screaming in his head, almost couldn't hold back his expression!

Did I recognize the wrong person, and recognized the old handsome guy with short white hair and black stand-up collar beside Dumbledore as Grindelwald, or is something wrong with this world? ?

Not that he was defeated in a duel by Dumbledore decades ago, and then

etc!

Harry suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have read the textbook on the history of magic in this world, nor checked the relevant content. He didn't even buy the chocolate frog because he disliked it being too sweet, let alone got Dumbledore's chocolate frog card.

Could it be possible.

When he thought that Snape was actually his godfather, everything seemed to make sense.

"Hehe~" Harry sneered halfway in his heart, he really wanted to cast a Forgetting Curse on himself now, or learn Occlumency as soon as possible, and then seal all the content about HP that he saw in his previous life, This world is not right anymore, if I try to 'prophet' for the so-called 'correct' plot, I don't know how I will die.

Just when Harry was thinking wildly and in a trance, the Sorting Hat had already started to sing the weird song of the Sorting Hat. The old hat was still in its tattered appearance, and it was happily placed on the four-legged stool. Grinning, he sang the lyrics with a weird melody that he had thought about for a whole year. After the end, a crowd of little wizards cheered enthusiastically. The thunderous applause woke Harry up. Professor McGonagall The roll call has begun.

"Whoever's name I call now, I'll sit on the stool and put on my hat."

Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment and read the first name.

"Hannah Abbott!"

A blond girl with a rosy complexion and combed two handlebars stumbled out of the queue, put on her hat, the brim of which just covered her eyes, and after a moment's pause—

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the hat.

A group of people on the right side of the auditorium applauded Hannah and welcomed her to the Hufflepuff table, and Harry was clearly pleased to see the fat phantom in the chains waving at her.

Professor McGonagall called his name quickly, and the efficiency of the Sorting Hat was obviously very high. There were more than half of the more than a hundred students, but none of them could last more than 30 seconds on the head of the Sorting Hat.

Cassandra and Draco of the Malfoy family were sorted into Slytherin without any accident, and the sorting hat shouted loudly: Slytherin almost as soon as it touched their blond hair!

When Hermione arrived, the Sorting Hat muttered on her head for a while, as if whispering something to Hermione, but the thirty-second limit was still not broken, the old hat smacked its lips, "Ravenk labor!"

Hermione took off her hat, then waved to Harry and Neville, and walked briskly to the second long table on the left.

"Looks like Hermione really likes to read," Harry muttered at the little accident.

"Yeah, Hermione did like it."

Professor McGonagall called Neville's name when he nodded in agreement with Harry's words.

"Neville Longbottom."

The sudden sound frightened Neville to his wits. If Harry hadn't pulled him, he might have thrown his left foot up and down with his right foot.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong along the way. Neville, who was full of thoughts, walked to the chair and sat down the Sorting Hat.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

The Sorting Hat struggling to twist its body let out a series of muffled shouts. The little wizards couldn't hold back their laughter. It was the first time they saw the Sorting Hat being so unlucky. This confused little fat man amused hundreds of people , Neville's face turned red all of a sudden, under Professor McGonagall's serious eyes, Neville stood up quickly, and apologized to the old hat while smoothing his hat.

"well"

The Sorting Hat sighed helplessly, and it was placed on Neville's head.

"It's not a difficult problem."

The old hat's voice echoed in Neville's mind, "I see the courage in your heart, child. Of course, this does not refer to the kind of courage that you put the old hat on my ass."

"So how about going to Gryffindor? I think that's where you can find the bravery in you."

"Really?" Neville swallowed, seeming a little unsure.

"Yes, your parents are both Gryffindors, and you also have the bravery of your parents, but you"

The Sorting Hat paused. He could see a person's heart and character, and hear the little wizard's voice at the moment, but that didn't mean the Sorting Hat could read the memory, otherwise Hogwarts would have an extra person named Azkaban. Voldemort would be thrown into the college when he entered the school. The sorting hat read the burning ambition in Voldemort's heart, so he was thrown into Slytherin, and what he saw in Neville's heart was covered by fog. bravery.

If the soul has a color, and the color of the soul represents the quality of the person, then what the Sorting Hat says is the color that is different for each person.

Someone tampered with Neville's memory, making him forget some unforgettable things, but this magic could not hide the insight of the Sorting Hat, nor would it affect him to see clearly the qualities hidden in Neville's heart.

".It's just that you need to find it yourself, find the bravery that exists within you."

"Gryffindor then, son, I think you'd be right there."

Neville bit his lip, and the hesitation in his heart was also read by the Sorting Hat. Because of this, the Sorting Hat told him so much. The human heart is complicated, and the Sorting will greatly affect the little one. The wizard's time in the school for the next seven years.

"Yeah, Harry also told me, I have to be brave, I have to start changing myself, so that I can do it." Neville felt a little embarrassed thinking of the stack of love letters Harry had received, and he also hoped that one day he could be People noticed that you don't need to be brilliant, you just need to not be ignored and have your own sense of existence.

The Sorting Hat smacked its lips in satisfaction, but its eyesight was still as good.

"Then it's decided—Ge"

"Wait a moment!"

Neville quickly shouted, "I'm going to Hufflepuff!"

"cough cough cough"

The old hat coughed and almost flinched, if he had.

"Why?" The Sorting Hat asked in surprise.

"Because this time, I will be brave enough to make my own choice!"

Neville answered very seriously, which drove the Sorting Hat into a frenzy.

"I, you. Oh hello."

"Okay, okay, okay."

"Make you brave, let you be brave, listen to you." The Sorting Hat grinned, "Are you sure you want to go to Hufflepuff?"

"Sure!"

"That's OK - Hufflepuff!"

The Sorting Hat shouted loudly, the dust settled, and the old hat couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. It's becoming more and more difficult for the little wizards nowadays.