I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

The boat was moving slowly, with a small light on the bow. Carl looked underwater along the light, but unfortunately he didn't see anything. The Black Lake was so deep that it was strange to see anything.

After a few seconds, the boat broke through a fog, and a castle stood in front of him. After crossing the Black Lake, Carl saw a familiar face, Professor McGonagall, who led them to Diagon Alley when they visited there a few months ago.

Professor McGonagall nodded to Hagrid, told the freshmen some precautions, and then led the young wizards into the Hogwarts Hall.

Enemies often meet on a narrow road. Carl happened to be next to James. James surprised him a little that James was still hanging the sign just now. He thought James would take it off in a few minutes.

Carl felt that this little revenge was enough, and he didn't want James to really hang this sign for the sorting ceremony, so he whispered, "Why don't you take it off?"

It would have been better if he didn't say it, but as soon as he said it, James immediately shouted "You!" like a cat seeing a cucumber. This sentence didn't come out as he wished, because all the little wizards heard James' voice and looked over there at the same time. James immediately stopped talking, "What are you thinking about again? I tell you I will remember this day well. Sooner or later, I will..."

"James, you don't really want to wear this until the evening, do you? Maybe it's okay to take it off?" Sirius tried to persuade James, but it was useless.

James said firmly.

"No!"

Carl looked at James with a hard-to-tell look, as if he knew some shocking little secret. Sever took the opportunity to pull Carl to his side and added, "If you have this hobby, please feel free to do it." Sever didn't like these two people from the beginning, and at this moment he regarded them as annoying sticky candy.

Lily glanced at James. She felt that she probably couldn't persuade this guy, but she still wanted to persuade him. She smiled and said to James. "Take it off, Potter. What Carl told you was just nonsense. We don't really want you to hang the sign until the evening."

When James heard Lily's words, his hair that had just blew up seemed to be magically cast and smoothed out in an instant. The tenderness in his eyes made Lily, who smiled at him, seem to have wings and a halo. She was wearing a white skirt and holding a small trumpet, playing the wedding march around him.

"It's okay, Evans, I'm an honest and trustworthy person."

"I will do what I say!" James straightened his chest when he saw Lily's eyes, trying to prove to Lily that he was a reliable man who kept his word.

"Sever, I seem to have seen a peacock in the mating period. Is it my illusion?" Carl pretended to be disgusted and said to Sever in a very low voice. Sever did not answer him because he felt that using peacock to describe this damn Potter was a complete insult to peacock.

"Do you think he likes Lily? He definitely likes her. He's just short of carving words on her forehead." Carl muttered softly when he saw Sever didn't speak. While he was mumbling something, he was also checking Sever's expression. Carl keenly noticed the disgust that flashed in Sever's eyes. Well... Sever really hates people like James. That's right. This kind of personality is at this age where cats hate dogs. In terms of personality, the two are clearly divided and mutually exclusive. This is also true.

"Lily won't like him." Sever said firmly.

Carl also nodded in agreement. With James's signature reverse sprint, Lily really won't have any good feelings for him for a while. A short while, specifically three or four years. James, I advise you to learn from your mistakes and stop sprinting in the opposite direction.

"How do we sort them?" Lily didn't hear what Carl Siver was saying. At this moment, she was rubbing her hands excitedly. She was sure she wanted to go to Gryffindor. Although she was confident, she was still a little nervous.

"I don't know, Lily, maybe there will be an exam?" Carl blinked his eyes. Although he already knew the sorting ceremony, he still kept some mystery for Lily.

Seeing the opportunity to show off, James immediately said to Lily, "Evans, it's okay. Even if I have to fight a troll, I will definitely protect you." James learned his lesson. He knew that Lily didn't like him calling her name, so he called Evans tactfully.

"Oh, thank you." Lily glanced at the excited James, thanked him, and declined James's offer with great emotion, "But Hogwarts won't let us fight with trolls, right? So no need."

Soon after entering the auditorium, Carl saw the same scene as in the original book, with floating candles lighting up the surroundings, four rows of long tables across the auditorium, and the seats in the auditorium were respectivelyThe deans and professors of each college, of course, the most important one is the headmaster, Dumbledore, who is wearing a purple wizard robe with stars and a bow tie of the same color in the middle of his beard.

Carl glanced around, well, should I say, Principal Deng's clothing aesthetics is indeed... need to be improved? At least don't tie a bow in the middle of your beard.

I don't know if Carl's gaze is too obvious, Dumbledore in the auditorium noticed his gaze, he also looked at Carl, and even winked playfully.

Carl's surface was calm, and he even smiled back at Dumbledore. Principal Deng is really childish, I wonder if your old lover in Germany knows...

Of course, no one knows Carl's little tricks, the little wizards who have not been sorted are brought to the center of the auditorium one after another, Professor McGonagall looks at these little wizards and smiles kindly.

The young wizards were still chattering, and at this time, about twenty blue and white transparent figures suddenly appeared from the wall. The fat monk approached one of the young wizards, "You are freshmen, right? You must come to Hufflepuff. I used to be there. It is closest to the cafeteria."

The fat monk strongly recommended Hufflepuff to the young wizard, not caring whether he could stand it because he was already pale.

Now everyone was completely quiet. James looked at the ghost that suddenly appeared and approached Lily very reliably, "Student Evans, you see I will definitely protect you!"

"James, is your leg okay? I see it seems to be shaking." James' good brother Sirius unceremoniously dismantled his buddy's stage.

"I'm just a little excited!"

Looking at James who was not stubborn, Carl had his own thoughts. "Mr. Black, do you think the Aurors will give Mr. Potter a reduced sentence for this pale rebuttal?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Coster, if I were an Auror I would sentence him to life imprisonment."

"You two!"

"The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin!" Professor McGonagall coughed a few times to attract everyone's attention, and then began to speak. "Before entering Hogwarts, we have to determine the colleges you will go to in the next seven years. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin." Professor McGonagall waved her hand and motioned everyone to look forward. Following Professor McGonagall's guidance, everyone saw an extremely ugly hat on the four-corner stool on the stage.

That should be the Sorting Hat. Carl observed this hat that was almost greasy. While Carl was still observing it, the hat suddenly began to move, the brim opened and closed, and the mouth in the middle made a sound and began to sing a harsh song.

When Carl watched the movie, he thought that although it was out of tune, it was not very harsh or unpleasant. Little did he know that film and television adaptations need to be beautified, and the unbeautified Sorting Hat Song...

The Sorting Hat's song was like a magic sound. To make a metaphor, it was like a woman with long nails scratching on the blackboard, making a weird laugh while scratching. It was not only harsh but also very uncomfortable to listen to. Carl covered his ears and put on a mask of pain on his face. He covered his ears and shrank towards Sever.

Of course, it was not only Carl who was uncomfortable. The expressions on the faces of the little wizards who were baptized by the Sorting Hat Song for the first time were exactly the same. Even Sever, who was usually good at hiding his emotions, showed a trace of difficulty on his face.

The Sorting Hat was so terrifying.